Nascent Soul Pill

A kettle sat atop the wind stove, gurgling away inside. Its lid bobbed up and down from the pressure.

The delicate fragrance of tea drifted out with the mist, dressing the place in an air of immortality.

The contamination from demonic qi continued to worsen. Lin Lan grew thinner by the day, until she seemed to be nothing but a large head—though her head was not large at all.

She reclined halfway in a wicker chair, her eyes fixed on the distance as she prayed silently.

All her hopes now rested on her master. If he could break through successfully, she still had hope of living. If not, she could only close her eyes like this.

No one had expected her body to deteriorate so sharply once the contamination reached a certain point. Or perhaps everyone had expected it, but tacitly chose not to mention it.

Lin Lan closed her eyes and recalled the day her master had said he had reached the final step. Only then did she abruptly realize that ten years had already passed.

"Ten years..."

She let out a faint sigh, so soft it was nearly inaudible. Its meaning was difficult to discern. This was the thirty-fifth year since her Sea of Consciousness had been contaminated.

Lin Lan thought pessimistically, I wonder how much longer I can hold on.

Ji An sat cross-legged beneath the Gathering Origin Tree, breathing in the mixed scents of flowers and Soul Incense.

His Five Elements Divine Mansion radiated light. Red light blazed like fire, yellow light was gentle and warm, and golden light shone brilliantly. The five rays condensed into lines, traveling upward along his immortal veins and converging at the spot between his brows.

The lights were Five Elements Qi. They were separated by only the tiniest distance, yet