Three days later.
Jingyang City, an inn in the city.
As another beam of light shot up into the sky, mysterious soul fluctuations spread over a radius of dozens of miles, covering more than half of Jingyang City.
At this time, a large number of people had gathered around the inn. Many of them were cultivators, and there were also a certain number of alchemists. Of course, the majority of them were ordinary people, they all wanted to know what had caused this strange phenomenon.
Thousands of people had surrounded the extremely ordinary inn. Everyone was pointing at the spot where the light pillar rose up.
"This aura... it really is the aura of a high-grade medicinal pill being formed!"
"That's right, and it's a medicinal pill related to the soul!"
"My God, when was there an alchemist with such ability in Jingyang City?"
