As the number of alchemists increased, many powerful cultivators seeking their services also came here.
Some sought pills, some sought treatment for their injuries, and some sought connections. Each arrived with their own intentions.
Thus, Saint Pill City and its surrounding areas became the region with the most alchemists on the Battle Qi Continent.
Everywhere one looked, alchemists crowded together like colonies of ants, too numerous to count.
Tier 3 and Tier 4 alchemists could be seen almost everywhere on the streets, weaving through the crowds.
Tier 5 or Tier 6 alchemists appeared every few moments as well. Occasionally, several high-ranking Tier 7 alchemists could be seen surrounded by followers, escorted in front and behind in an impressive display.
As Qin Chen marveled at this, they drew ever closer to Saint Pill City, the legendary holy land of alchemists.
He could feel the energy fluctuations in the air growing stronger and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth growing richer, as though even breathing had become easier.
After seven days of travel, a ring of silver light appeared faintly in the distance within the space wormhole. It radiated astonishing spatial fluctuations, guiding them like a lighthouse in the night.
As they approached the silver ring at the exit, all the spatial boats around Qin Chen and his companions suddenly fell eerily silent.
For a moment, only the humming flow of spatial force remained in the once-noisy passage.
Then figures dressed in alchemist robes emerged from the spatial boats, gazing fervently at the silver ring.
Their eyes held excitement, anticipation, and the sacred reverence of pilgrims.
They had come from every corner of the Battle Qi Continent. Some had traveled from the distant northwestern frontier, some had set out from the prosperous heart of the Central Plains, and some had even