"Fellow Daoist Zixu, do you require this old man's assistance?"
"Master, rest here for a moment. I'll be back shortly!"
Song Changsheng's voice drifted into Master Guhong's ears amid the surging wind and snow, while he himself had already completely merged into the boundless night...
This blizzard had come suddenly. The Great Qi Cultivation World had been blanketed by wind and snow almost in an instant. Such a snow disaster had not been seen in the Great Qi Cultivation World for many years.
Fortunately, the Song Clan's mortal clan members had already been relocated into the Vast Small World. Otherwise, who knew how many unprepared mortals would have frozen to death in this sudden cold wave.
In stark contrast to the bitter cold outside was the alchemy room on Five Finger Peak, the general headquarters of the Qingtian Sect.
The terrifying heat of the earthfire distorted even the air. Blazing tongues of flame had heated the man-tall Heavenly Fire Cauldron until it glowed red. Ling Mou sat cross-legged directly before the pill furnace, meticulously placing the materials into the Heavenly Fire Cauldron one after another.
When the heavy cauldron lid was lifted, Blood Fiend Qi shot into the heavens, forming a savage-looking Blood Flood Dragon in the air.
"Roar—"
With a long howl, the cabinets displaying Spiritual Herbs in the alchemy room were immediately blown into disarray.
Ling Mou frowned slightly and struck downward with her palm. The Blood Flood Dragon let out a miserable cry before falling back into the pill cauldron.
"Gurgle, gurgle."
The pill cauldron contained more than half a cauldron of thick crimson liquid. Under the scorching earthfire, dense bubbles rose from it, while all manner of strangely shaped Spiritual Herbs could vaguely be seen bobbing up and down within.
Looking more closely, one could also