Pill Reserve.

Within the great hall where the Nine Profundity Treasured Cauldron stood.

“Xuanyuan Pojun?”

“He returned so quickly? Oh, there are also some supreme talisman formation grandmasters from the Xuanyuan Clan.”

All the seniors here discussed.

Before the Nine Profundity Treasured Cauldron, Xuanyuan Pojun was silent while he stared fixedly at it. Near him was a few supreme talisman formation grandmasters, and they were studying the talisman formation diagrams within the cauldron with concentration.

These supreme talisman formation grandmasters had been brought over by Xuanyuan Pojun from his clan, and they’d come with a single objective, to try their best to restore the cauldron.

The Pill Reserve’s Dean, Chen Haotian, the Vice Dean Mo Linghai, and all the other seniors of the academy didn’t disturb them because all of these figures were able to discern that Xuanyuan Pojun was filled with anxiety and worry.

After a short period of time, a supreme talisman formation grandmaster shook his head and sighed.

“How is it?” asked Xuanyuan Pojun. He had a towering figure, brows that were shaped like bolts of lightning, and he was like an unrivaled god as he stood there casually.

“I don’t have the slightest idea.” The supreme talisman formation grandmaster spoke bitterly.

Xuanyuan...