As the trainees from the Supreme Dao Sect and the Sword Sect departed, only the World Relief Valley's own trainees and Meng Xuan remained in the plaza. The once-crowded square suddenly seemed somewhat desolate.
Meng Xuan raised her head and glanced at Pill Ancestor high in the heavens, but Pill Ancestor merely shook his head at her.
Then, as though she had heard something utterly unbelievable, Meng Xuan's expression turned grave.
Pill Ancestor tossed down a command token before turning and vanishing. After catching it, Meng Xuan too left the plaza, her heart heavy with worry.
None of these actions had been concealed, so they naturally fell into the eyes of the many World Relief Valley disciples present. They could not help wondering who this Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was, to receive a token personally bestowed by the ancestor.
Ignoring the gazes of others, Meng Xuan walked out of the plaza.
Her field of vision opened up.
Countless islands, large and small, floated in the sky. Special spiritual herbs grew upon them, each island shrouded in formations that adjusted its environment to one best suited for the herbs' growth.
Between those islands, rosy clouds of pill qi billowed upward. Some alchemists were gathering and refining the clear spiritual qi of the void.
Beneath the islands rose ranges of mountains. Towering spiritual peaks lay hidden amid ethereal clouds and mist, with flying waterfalls and rushing streams, while glimmers of auspicious light could faintly be seen.
Dense spiritual qi gathered into mist. At the foot of the mountains lay orderly stretches of spiritual fields, rolling on without end.
Automated dharma artifacts moved constantly back and forth, spraying spiritual mist over the fields. Beside them, some World Relief Valley disciples recorded the growth trends of the spiritual herbs.
Others wore special spirit-severing robes