Goodbye Zhang Ling

A year later.

The river of stars revolved, starlight surging into pale violet, gilded waves of mist. Gale winds swept star-dust across every corner of the ancient realm.

Yet when they reached the skies above the various star islands, they were firmly blocked by a layer of silvery-white barriers.

Luo Chen sat cross-legged in the deepest reaches of the ancient realm's star river, his long hair drifting in the wind. Before him floated an ancient, unadorned pill cauldron with three legs and two handles.

It was the pill cauldron he had obtained from Primordial Yang Dao Lord.

This pill cauldron had been forged from the core of a meteorite from beyond the heavens. It had once received the worship of countless ancient forebears and possessed considerable mystical properties.

Primordial Chaos pill fire surged endlessly within the cauldron, tempering the precious materials inside.

After more than a year of refinement, it had long reached the final stage of condensing the pill—the most crucial step.

Luo Chen's gaze sharpened. Reaching into the star river, he made a grasping motion, and the surrounding river of stars seemed to answer his call, casting down streams of gentle star power that gathered together.

Lightning occasionally flashed through the void, only to be steadily blocked by the ancient pill cauldron. Not the slightest disturbance arose within.

Once the embryonic golden pills had solidified, Luo Chen raised his hand and sent out several divine runes. Patterns lit up across the cauldron's walls, outlining the Dao rhythm of the circulating golden pills.

A moment later, the pill cauldron boomed, shaking the surrounding star islands as three golden pills shimmering all over with starlight leaped from within.

Luo Chen reached out and sealed the golden pills away.

Since Primordial Yang Dao Lord had used this cauldron in exchange for