As his awareness returned, Chen Cang took the notebooks out of the Soul Token and read through them carefully.
With his current alchemy skills, he could naturally tell that all these notebooks had been written by Eighth-Rank Alchemy Grandmasters, and none of them had been mere newcomers to the eighth rank.
Didn't these dozen or so notebooks mean there had been at least a dozen Alchemy Grandmasters?
Even if they had been accumulated over generation after generation, the Soul Clan's foundations were still terrifyingly deep. The more he learned, the more astonishing they became.
After marveling silently for a moment, Chen Cang continued his examination. Anyone who could become an eighth-rank grandmaster was far from ordinary, and even with his current alchemy skills, he found their experiences and insights helpful.
Immersed in his reading, he hardly noticed time flying by.
Before he knew it, the sun was sinking in the west.
Suddenly, Chen Cang sensed several extremely familiar auras. He immediately came back to his senses, rose, and went outside.
Looking up, he saw space silently tear open into a gateway high in the sky, amid the red clouds that filled the heavens.
The next moment, figures stepped out one after another.
Chen Cang had never seen the person leading them. It was a white-haired old man leaning on a dragon-headed cane. Though his face was aged, his back remained straight, and his gaze was exceptionally sharp.
Behind the old man were nothing but familiar faces.
Queen Medusa, Zi Yan, Hei Qing, Qing Lin, Dan Chen, White Ape-the Snow Demon Heavenly Ape in human form-and a silver-haired girl with a familiar aura. Although Chen Cang had never seen her before, he could tell that she must be the Void Pegasus Beast in human form.
"Master."
"Teacher."
After descending from the