Qianjue Mountain.
A breath surged to the sky, lightning formed naturally, thousand miles of rosy clouds, ten thousand miles of thunder, creating a magnificent display that shook the eight directions.
"Finally succeeded!"
At the peak,
a figure stood with hands clasped behind his back, dressed in a luxurious blue-green robe, with a blue jade tied around his waist and boots of gold-threaded jade under his feet, his aura immensely powerful.
Above this handsome young man's head, a Martial True Pill spun round and round, shedding beams of light and enveloped in true essence, with a thunder dragon faintly visible, resonating with the celestial phenomenon.
Looking at the Martial True Pill, the handsome young man's mouth curved, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
Two years of arduous refinement, venturing to the harsh and cold land of the Barbarian Region to cultivate, were all for this Martial True Pill.