After a few initial attempts, Li Yan grew increasingly familiar with the supplementary volume of "Thousand Beasts Devour the Dao," under the nearly desperate gaze of the little Purple Divine Dragon Elephant.
Later on, he already knew how much poison to inject at once when the little Purple Divine Dragon Elephant cultivated a certain deadly toxin—enough that it would not harm its soul, yet would still take it several days to refine.
This way, he no longer needed to constantly keep track of the little Purple Divine Dragon Elephant's cultivation progress.
Half a day later, the instant Li Yan's Divine Sense left Tuban, he heard the Snow Mosquito King's series of miserable, earth-shaking shrieks, along with swarms of Snow Mosquitoes startled into flight, trembling in terror in the sky.
Thinking of the little Purple Divine Dragon Elephant's low, pained whimpers within the Great Dragon Elephant Formation's flags, Li Yan curled his lip.
"I told you it would be painful. And you had the nerve to say your Dao heart was resolute. Look at the little elephant—it's far tougher than you are. Your screams are simply too miserable..."
After tossing out those words, Li Yan left without another care, whether or not the Snow Mosquito King had heard him.
Just after Li Yan had meditated through the night, he received messages from both Bai Rou and Gong Yuantai.
The Fengliang Mountain waist token emitted a low "buzz, buzz, buzz," while its light flickered ceaselessly.
Li Yan's expression shifted. He hurriedly sent his Divine Sense into it.
The moment his Divine Sense entered, the first thing he heard was an unfamiliar voice carrying a trace of exhaustion.
"Upon receiving this order, cultivators from every camp are to proceed to the front mountain and assemble!"
Li Yan guessed that this was an order