Another person joked with a smile.
Across the boundless azure sky, endless Spiritual Energy swirled into a colossal vortex, like a celestial river pouring down from the heavens.
Ren Water and Kui Water churned within, one a vibrant emerald, the other a murky yellow, creating a majestic and boundless spectacle.
At the sight of this, the surrounding chatter gradually died down.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the Daoist as they witnessed him successfully gather the Tai Yin True Mercury.
The magic ark, which had already departed from Kan Peak, suddenly came to a halt.
Liu Jing shot up from his spacious, six-Jiao embroidered couch and stared at the sky. A cold moon hung high, shining alongside the blazing sun—a strange and brilliant sight that seemed to illuminate only one person.
"The Tai Yin True Mercury, the most difficult of all to gather? Isn't he the new master of Shao Yang? How could he have any connection to Tai Yin?"
