When the golden-bodied Daoist opened his eyes, it seemed to trigger some change. The golden liquid the cultivators had previously collected and tossed aside floated out of the arranged clay jars on its own and merged into his body.
The golden radiance within his body gradually faded as a result, and his outward appearance became like flesh and blood.
After absorbing all the golden liquid, he rose from his seat. His eyes were exceedingly cold as he turned to glance above. His figure flickered, and he was already inside a hall with three stone doors.
Most of Elder Yi's group had already left this place and headed toward the mountaintop. Several disciples remained here to continue searching and provide warning if necessary.
These disciples were utterly unaware of the golden-bodied Daoist's arrival.
Because of the disparity in realms, if a Primordial Spirit cultivator did not deliberately reveal himself, lower-ranking cultivators either could not see him, or would suffer backlash upon seeing him.
The golden-bodied Daoist's eyes flashed. Every lower-ranking cultivator left behind silently turned to flying ash. Golden light rose from his body once more, and he pursued them as before.
Elder Yi and the others were currently wandering through the pill chamber. From here, the Upper Layer was only a hair's breadth away. Once they passed through this place, they could reach the top.
At this moment, Elder Yi seemed to sense something. His expression changed slightly, and he cast an extremely furtive glance behind him, but said nothing. As if nothing had happened, he took out a small cauldron and said to one disciple, "Place this at the entrance to the hall. Be careful."
The disciple did not know the purpose of this, but he had no need to understand. Since Elder Yi was not telling them to