The third Dao Fruit, a Saint Spirit wielding the Immortal Ascension Cauldron, the cyclic Dao of the Three Pure Ones

"Though I've made an initial success of creating my method, I'm still a weakling compared to those supreme beings." Qin Tian's gaze gradually firmed, and he continued onward.

Gradually, the various divine medicines along the way drew Qin Tian's attention. Medicine kings entered his mouth one after another, turning into misty divinity that nourished his supreme divine blood. Even the years he had finally managed to gain were reversed by their power, returning him to his youth.

Qin Tian looked at his reflection in the lake. His appearance, originally that of a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old, had reverted to fourteen again. He did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Well, looks like I'll be stuck with a boy's body my whole life."

"But... the feeling of reaping a harvest really is wonderful." Qin Tian revealed a faint smile, a rare one that came from his heart.

Ancient Medicines appeared here in endless variety, differing in grade and species. Without question, however, they were exceedingly old—every single one was at least fifty thousand years old.

He seemed to have wandered into an Immortal's medicinal garden. Every Ancient Medicine shimmered with flowing colors, dazzlingly brilliant. Many withered medicine kings lay on the ground as well, their luster lost, the essence they released nourishing this place.

Looking up, he saw over ten thousand peaks standing together, encircling a valley. Each dragon-headed peak had its jaws open, spilling a colorful waterfall. Immortal light rose in billows as they converged upon the Immortal Pool at the center.

They reflected boundless rosy clouds, and the essence of heaven and earth was so dense it would not disperse. With just a single breath, his newborn Yang Spirit grew a size larger.

This was the Immortal Transformation Land, an immortal realm in the mortal world.

This Immortal Valley