Ten days later, the Pill Reserve.

Before the Nine Profundity Treasured Cauldron at the center of the hall, the figure of a supreme talisman formation grandmaster from the Xuanyuan Clan stiffened before he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell weakly to the ground.

Clamorous noise erupted and everyone was surprised and anxious.

Xuanyuan Pojun’s brows knit together tightly as he walked forward to check the supreme talisman formation grandmaster’s injuries before he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart and said, “His mental strength was exhausted too much, he’ll be fine.”

Even though he spoke like this, his expression was extremely gloomy.

During these past ten days, these supreme talisman formation grandmasters from the Xuanyuan Clan had been studying the talisman formation diagram within the cauldron, yet they’d come up empty handed and there was no development in the matter at all.

Now, these supreme talisman formation grandmasters were covered in exhausted expressions while their eyes were bloodshot, and their mental strength was already completely exhausted. Under such circumstances, it was naturally impossible for Xuanyuan Pojun to be in a good mood.

“Fellow Daoist Pojun, please ask them to stop. If this continues, then it’ll be very easy for them to suffer backlash and damage the foundation of their cultivations.”...