Tang Yan continued west with his three senior brothers.
They had taken advantage of the Demonic Spirit Heavenly Venerable's weakened state to defeat him. Though it had been incredibly dangerous, the rewards had been great.
First, he had gained a new understanding of "All Living Beings," giving this sword move an epic boost in power.
Second, he had absorbed the Demonic Spirit Heavenly Venerable's memories, enormously improving both his knowledge and his Martial Dao experience.
Third, the disciples of the Twelve Peaks would be gathering medicinal herbs for him, letting him make a tidy little fortune!
Being dragged to the Pill Alliance by Rao Baoyue had not been such a bad thing after all.
Having sorted out his thoughts, Tang Yan settled down to searching for medicinal herbs.
Spirit Cliff Cave was like an enormous Spirit Herb Garden, with countless precious medicinal herbs inside. Before long, Tang Yan made more discoveries.
In the blink of an eye, the seventh day arrived.
It was between one and three in the afternoon.
The four stood atop a cliff on a lofty peak, gazing as far ahead as they could.
Not far in front of them stretched vast expanses of clouds, with no end in sight.
Below the cliff, they could faintly see flowers blanketing the mountains and plains.
Though they stood high above, the breeze still carried wisps of floral fragrance to them.
"What a spectacular sight!" Sun Long surveyed their surroundings and marveled, "This is probably the highest mountain in Spirit Cliff Cave!"
"The clouds are so thick, like cotton!" Tong Banzhi remarked after watching for a while.
"It feels like this is the edge of the heavens!" Yan Biao suddenly offered a rather poetic observation.
"I feel the same way," Sun Long agreed.
"It's the last day. Shouldn't we turn