Chapter One Hundred and One: Turning the Tables (4)

Along the way, Bai Qi passed through the Alchemy Hall. Its many pill-refining chambers, large and small, were no different from those in the Artifact Refining Hall. There were not many people on the road; most were inside their rooms refining elixirs or learning to identify medicinal herbs. The Alchemy Hall was arranged in concentric rings, with a clear hierarchy.

The apprentice area was for apprentices, and the ranks rose one by one like the rungs of a ladder.

After walking for quite some time, Bai Qi arrived at a pavilion. It had seven stories, each level interlocked with the next, with interwoven railings forming an Eight Trigrams pattern. Aside from the black-gold stone used to cast the eaves of each floor, the entire structure was crimson. Yet from a distance, the whole pavilion shimmered with golden light. Bai Qi found it rather strange. Places like this were usually important grounds of the sect, forbidden to other disciples and outsiders. Why would Yuan Hua bring him here? He could not help feeling puzzled.

Bai Qi asked, “Master Yuan... why have you brought me here...”

“To meet someone.”

“Who is it?”

“You’ll know once we go in.”

After that brief exchange, the pavilion did not open its main doors in the usual way. Instead, a void gate suddenly appeared in midair, tall as a man and utterly black. Looking into it felt like staring into an endless abyss.

Bai Qi was shaken. Could it be... that there was actually a cultivator in the sect at the Deity Transformation realm?

He had once heard Kun say that after the Heaven rank came the Deity Transformation realm. Such power carried the mysteries of space and the cosmos. Though not truly without limit, merely touching even a fraction of it was a force great enough to reach the heavens.

Compared with that realm, everything Bai Qi had encountered until now—such as during the great war among Nanyang, Zhou County, and Li County, when the strongest cultivators he had seen were merely Heaven-rank experts flying through the air—was as far apart as heaven and earth. To tear through space at will and cross distances in an instant was simply beyond reach.

For those old men already half-buried in their graves, who spent their entire lives pursuing...

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