Afterward, Yun Tianheng put away his astonishment, drew a deep breath, and his expression turned solemn.
With a sweep of his sleeve, a gigantic medicine cauldron gleaming deep blue crashed down into the courtyard.
Next, batch after batch of sixth- and seventh-grade supplementary medicinal herbs were taken from his storage ring.
To refine this supreme miraculous pill, he had emptied quite a bit of the family fortune he had painstakingly saved up.
Boom!
Crimson heaven-and-earth spirit fire surged from Yun Tianheng's palm, completely enveloping the medicine cauldron.
The forging of an Eighth-Grade Pill was no small affair.
In an instant, medicinal power ran wild. Waves of flame scorched the void until it warped slightly, while the heaven-and-earth spiritual energy within several miles began converging upon the Immortal Abode, divine radiance swirling around it.
Seeing that Yun Tianheng had already immersed himself completely in pill refinement, Su Yueli no longer disturbed him. She patted Han Yu on the shoulder and led her to the mountaintop outside the Immortal Abode, where she stood guard for him.
The mountain wind howled, making their robes flutter loudly.
Han Yu's beautiful eyes watched the boundless divine light rising from within the Immortal Abode, her heart surging with emotion.
She recalled how, back in Luochuan City, a mere Second Realm cultivator had been able to destroy her Han Household and force every martial artist in the entire city to submit.
Unable to hold herself back, she asked softly, "Master... everyone says the Immortal Dao is the true orthodoxy of heaven and earth, that its practitioners can ride swords through the sky and seek immortality. Yet we martial artists can only reach the Tenth Realm even if we give everything we have. Is the Martial Dao truly weaker than the Immortal Dao?"
Su Yueli stood at the