A morning after half a month.
Ancient Xuanwu Family.
Back mountain.
Yang Luo and Zhu Yuan, among others, were sitting cross-legged in each valley, healing and cultivating.
After half a month of healing, everyone's injuries had completely healed.
During this half month.
After recovering from the injuries, Yang Luo consolidated his cultivation and began to charge towards the Late Stage Taiyi Xuanxian, and also refined quite a few pills.
Moreover, relying on some rare medicinal herbs provided by the Ancient Xuanwu Family, he also refined two more Bai Jie Immortal Pills for backup.
Just at this moment.
Rumble!
A sudden sound of thunder rang out over Yun Longxiang's location.
Lightning sliced through the heavens, tearing a hole in the sky like fabric.
The thunder was so loud that Yang Luo and Zhu Yuan, among others, were startled awake.
Everyone soared into the sky, standing in the air.
