Shen Yun Enters Seclusion, and the Winds and Clouds Under Heaven Rise Again

Shen Xiao left.

He had come in haste and left in haste. From start to finish, he was exceptionally calm, leaving behind only a back as straight as a sword, vanishing into the vast Cloud Sea.

"That boy is extraordinary." Azure Dragon's voice sounded from the side, carrying a rare note of admiration. "If he can survive this calamity, his future accomplishments will be limitless."

Its standards had always been extremely high. Those who could earn such an appraisal from it were few and far between.

"A person like that won't fall so easily."

Shen Yun withdrew his gaze and said instead, "The urgent matter at hand is to raise my strength as quickly as possible. Only then can I deal with the great calamities to come."

As for Shen Xiao's affairs, he did not intend to interfere.

Everyone had their own fate. Forcible intervention would instead invite bitter consequences.

Shen Yun had never been one to meddle in other people's business. Once his mind was set, he prepared to enter seclusion and cultivate.

"I am now at the eighth layer of He Dao. If I refine that Primordial Spirit Gathering Pill, I should be able to break through to half-step Tribulation Crossing."

A Six-Pattern Spirit Pill—how formidable was its medicinal effect? Even if a Supreme Great Power took it, it would be enough to spare them ten thousand years of bitter cultivation.

Only Shen Yun's foundation allowed him to dare cultivate with such a spirit pill. If it were an ordinary He Dao cultivator, they would instantly be burst apart by that vast medicinal power, their body dead and their Dao extinguished.

However, refining a Six-Pattern Spirit Pill was absolutely not the work of a morning and evening. Before entering seclusion, there were still several matters that had to