Return to the Pill Tower

The vast blue sky stretched for thousands of miles, clear and cloudless beneath the bright sun. As the long wind swept across the horizon, it carried only a few faint traces of crisp, cool air.

Suddenly, an almost imperceptible distortion rippled through the void without warning. Strands of silver light spread silently like ripples, and a hidden yet steady spatial fluctuation flashed past, stirring the surrounding air into a slight tremble.

The next instant, a silver Space Passage over thirty feet wide abruptly appeared where the silver light had gathered. Fine starlike glimmers flowed across its inner walls, as though it connected to another distant time and space.

Two figures stepped slowly out of the passage, one after the other. Their toes touched the void as though they were walking on solid ground, while their robes snapped and fluttered in the strong wind.

The man in front was handsome and refined, his eyes holding both youthful vigor and the composure tempered by time. It was Xiao Ling, who had traveled day and night toward Holy Pill City after leaving the Ancient Realm. The figure following behind him was tall and straight, surrounded by a restrained aura. His striking features carried a familiar resoluteness—it was Xiao Yan, traveling alongside him.

The two stood high in the air and looked into the distance. At the end of the boundless plains, Holy Pill City's towering walls sprawled like a colossal dragon, rising from the earth and piercing the clouds. Its blue bricks and dark tiles gleamed with a solemn luster beneath the sunlight. The city walls stretched for miles, grand and majestic.

Seeing this, neither of them delayed further. With a movement, they turned into two streaks of light and sped toward Holy Pill City. Amid the howl of their robes cutting through