Luo Chen wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, confusion clouding his heart. “Why am I crying?”1

He looked around in a daze. The spirit energy within the cavern, drawn in by the spirit-gathering formation, was denser than ever before. It was an environment he had never even dreamed of cultivating in. Lowering his gaze, he noticed the pristine, top-grade robes he wore, luxurious and immaculate. Every piece of it was earned through his alchemy, refining pill after pill.0

A faint smile curved his lips. “How could my persistence in alchemy ever have been wrong?”0

With a lighter heart, he rose and left the cavern, making his way toward Changyin Mountain.0

Winter had already settled across the land. Frost and snow blanketed the earth, and icicles hung from the treetops, shimmering in the pale light. The crisp, wintry air mirrored...0