Mist Mountain's appearance followed a fixed schedule as well. By now, both Xiao Yan's side and Ling Zhuo's side knew this perfectly well. Cao Ying had also timed her arrival accordingly. The five of them waited together for only half a day before the final Mist Mountain finally appeared completely before their eyes.
The skies of the Pill Realm suddenly tore apart, as though an ancient beast had opened its crimson eye. The gray-white clouds were ripped into wispy fragments by an invisible force, while deafening roars erupted from the spatial rift, like the breath of an eternal slumbering giant god disturbed from its sleep. The entire Mist Mountain came crashing down, wrapped in thick gray-white mist that flowed like liquid.
Its jagged ridges resembled the spine of a coiled dragon, every fold coursing with gray mist condensed into substance. Such a tremendous spectacle was impossible to ignore as long as it appeared within one's sight.
Seeing the final Mist Mountain descend with such imposing grandeur, they could not help but sigh. "As expected of the main event of the Pill Convention."
"So huge."
"Alright, while they have yet to react properly, let's end this quickly. We need to gather the herbs on it as soon as possible, lest something unexpected happen."
The group entered the mountain together. Xiao Yan stayed close to Yao Qingyu, using his Soul Power to completely shield her. It was safest for Yao Qingyu to remain with the group, since Ling Zhuo might suddenly come to this final Mist Mountain.
Along the way, Wei Jiangyuan suddenly smiled at Cao Ying. "Miss Cao Ying, what if there are still Nine-Jointed Jade Bamboo Hearts within this Mist Mountain? Then your plans will have come to nothing. What will you do then?"
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