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Above the clouds, the Daoist looked inward at his own body and saw three golden liquid drops unexpectedly beginning to draw near and merge in the sea of qi within him, forming a solid golden pill.
The pill spun wildly, continuously absorbing the wondrous energies from heaven and earth, and a brilliant pattern quietly crept upon the golden core.
Then came a second one.
It was only after the third golden pattern had fully evolved that it came to a rest.
After completing his cultivation, the Daoist, with golden flames under his feet, slowly descended from the sky and landed within the city. At once, the townspeople who witnessed this scene started to worship him, revering him as a god!
The scene came to an abrupt end at this point.
Yi Chen felt as if he had just watched an accelerated stream-of-consciousness film, with countless epiphanies appearing in his mind, as if he had truly undergone many years of cultivation.
