With the Corpse King destroyed, nothing remained in the main tomb chamber but ashes scattered across the ground.
The heat from the Five-Element Formation Disc had yet to disperse, and the air still carried the charred stink of thunderfire.
Huang Bai bent down and picked up the millennium-old pill, white as jade. His palm grew faintly warm.
This was a genuine medicinal pill refined through ancient alchemy, not the Corpse King's inner core.
Though it had not reached full perfection and still contained some sluggish impurities, it could still be considered a half-refined immortal medicine.
Partridge Whistle stood to one side, clutching his still-bleeding hand. His gaze rested on the pill, his eyes filled with shock and a trace of poorly concealed disappointment.
What Huang Bai had said earlier about the great path of external alchemy had not been empty words. This jade-white pill before him was the finest proof.
What disappointed him was that this was not the Muchen Pearl after all. Huang Bai had not deceived him. Bottle Mountain truly did not contain the pearl they had been desperately seeking.
Hualing and Old Foreigner stood behind Partridge Whistle, their hearts equally conflicted.
They had originally believed Bottle Mountain would be the end of their journey. Who would have thought that after risking their lives to reach the end, even with treasure right before their eyes, it would have nothing to do with their tribe's fate?
The feeling of having hope dashed was even more agonizing than returning empty-handed.
Huang Bai tucked the pill into his sleeve and glanced up at Partridge Whistle.
"Let's go. We'll get out first."
The four of them retraced their path.
The main tomb chamber, the yin well, the iron pavilion pill chamber, and the layers of underground palace gradually fell behind them beneath