"Do all that we can, then leave the rest to fate."
Zhang Chengdao sighed inwardly once more, then dismissed everyone from the hall.
He himself returned to his cave abode. Staring at the pill furnace standing in the meditation chamber, he remained speechless for a long while.
One had to know that aside from being the sect master of the Yin-Yang Great Dao Sect, Zhang Chengdao was also the alchemist closest to reaching the ninth rank within the Dao Sect.
If not for the limits of his cultivation, he would likely have broken through long ago.
In fact, all the cultivation resources Wuji required had been refined by Zhang Chengdao, furnace by furnace.
Yet when delivering pills recently, Zhang Chengdao had seen Wuji several times. Though he could not see through Wuji, neither could he sense the slightest change that should have come with an increase in cultivation.
That was what troubled him.
Can Wuji truly reach the Integrated Body Peak Stage before Zhang Tiansheng's lifespan runs out?
Chaotic thoughts kept surging up. Only after a long while did Zhang Chengdao finally compose himself.
As the furnace flames rose, they cast a brilliant gleam into his eyes.
Who knew whether it was the light of alchemy fire, or that faint glimmer of hope not yet extinguished.
Within the small world, amid the boundless void.
Other than distant, unreachable specks of starlight, there was only desolate darkness and raging storms.
Yet somewhere in those unfathomable depths, a figure was surprisingly present.
His eyes were tightly shut as he sat cross-legged in the void.
Though he made no movement, his body strangely rose and fell without end. At times, it swelled and stretched, nearly splitting apart; at others, it compressed and warped, until calling it a lump of flesh would not have