"Who exactly was that female cultivator?! Why—why did immortal power have no effect at all?!"
Ever since Wang Sanjin had gained this immortal power and deeply fused it with his divine soul, whenever he encountered any difficulty, he only needed to employ this method for every kind of trouble to be solved as easily as a blade slicing through bamboo.
Before encountering Xiao Yao, this immortal power had never failed him.
It was precisely because of this that, even when facing these heaven-blessed prodigies from great clans, he had been determined to obtain this mystic pill.
Yet Xiao Yao's appearance ruthlessly tore his beautiful dream to shreds.
Even though he was now summoning the full power of his divine soul and pressing the immortal power within him toward Xiao Yao without reserve, attempting to snatch the mystic pill back from her, he could not make this supreme treasure of alchemy react in the slightest.
Amid his countless unwilling feelings, a profound sense of powerlessness was also born within Wang Sanjin's heart.
He stared blankly at Xiao Yao. For one fleeting instant, it felt as though he were gazing upon a towering mountain peak whose summit could not be seen.
The tricks of immortal power he had unleashed might have been grand and noisy, whistling and clamoring, but in the end, they were merely gusts of empty wind blowing across the mountain.
They seemed to make the forests across the mountain rustle and roar, yet in truth, they had not shaken that giant peak by even half a fraction.
And she—the mountain itself—naturally would not waste even a shred of attention on such an insignificant matter.
Whoosh—
After putting away the mystic pill, Xiao Yao rode the wind once more and returned to the uppermost space.
The entire process was clean