In the dim mountain cave, a flash of firelight illuminated the air.
Looking up, the scene was exactly as it had been hundreds of years ago.
The cave was surrounded by cold stone walls, with not a trace of light entering it. Spiritual Energy was extremely sparse.
"Fellow Daoist Song, is this the place?"
"Yes! The commotion from the teleportation was so great that we probably can't hide it from those Demonic Fiends. Everyone, hurry and restore your Mana first."
When he had first been brought beyond the heavens, Song Qingming had only been at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, and nearly all the Mana within his body had been consumed during the teleportation.
Now that he had reached the Spirit Transformation Realm, that degree of expenditure was no longer much of a problem for him.
But the several dozen Nascent Soul Cultivators who had come with him were not in nearly as good a state as Song Qingming and the other two.
Even with the three ancestors helping them withstand the Gale Wind beyond the realm, they had still expended thirty to forty percent of their Mana during the teleportation.
Hearing Song Qingming's reminder, everyone hurriedly swallowed the spiritual items they had prepared.
The Spiritual Energy in this place was extremely sparse, making it difficult for cultivators to refine those high-grade medicinal pills meant to restore Mana.
Fortunately, Song Qingming had prepared in advance and had every accompanying Nascent Soul Cultivator bring plenty of spiritual liquids and other Mana-restoring items that were easier to refine.
Everyone sat cross-legged and immediately began refining the spiritual liquids within their bodies.
Meanwhile, Song Qingming first set up a formation on the spot to conceal their auras, buying the people behind him some time to restore their Mana.
After finishing all this, Song