Although Luo Shuang had no desire to draw attention, the moment she appeared, she caught the notice of the younger generation and even several old monsters.
Frost-faced Luo Shuang gazed at Bai Yu's figure, a trace of shock flashing through her beautiful eyes. Since she had begun cultivating, this was the first time she had seen someone so young raise their alchemy to such heights.
Even she—and even her long-dead husband—could never have attained such an achievement. Had the world truly changed?
"What kind of inheritance do you think Bai Yu received to achieve something like this at such a young age?"
An old man looked at Luo Shuang beside him. As Luo Shuang's most loyal servant, though his cultivation had been nearly destroyed by an accident, his insight remained. Once, he too had been a renowned prodigy of the Midstream. The things he had experienced were no fewer than those of people like Luo Cang.
"Mahakala Shakyamuni Pill. Though the name is unfamiliar, it once appeared on the Eternal Continent. The signature Great Medicine wielded by the Immortal Medicine Emperor who once roamed the world in ancient times—wasn't one of them the Mahakala Shakyamuni Pill?"
Luo Shuang gave a bitter smile. Back then, she and her husband had sought traces of the Immortal Medicine Emperor. Not only had they found nothing, they had been ambushed. Her husband's soul had been utterly destroyed, and had they not possessed a few trump cards, she—pregnant at the time—would have died as well.
When she staggered back to the Blood Prison Dynasty, she found this old servant along the road. Gu Yue, once known as the "Heavenly Blade," a figure of immense renown in the Upperstream, had likewise been reduced to a cripple whose lower body had been severed, leaving him with only