Azure.
Blue.
Purple.
The colors flickering atop Tang Yi's Xuan Pill had reduced from seven to three, starting to blink and shift continuously.
If Tang Yi stopped at this moment, he could at least achieve the True Immortal Realm in the future.
Naturally, in this life, Tang Yi aspired to become the Immortal Emperor, so he naturally wouldn't settle for just this bit of ambition.
Therefore, Tang Yi didn't pause at all, directly maneuvering the Xuan Pill to continue contending against the remaining four divine skills within the Eight Extremes Formation, purging the impurities from his Xuan Pill.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Eight Extremes Formation, besides wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, the remaining four were mountain, swamp, heaven, and earth.
Mountain, heavy as a myriad jun, weighed on Tang Yi's Xuan Pill as if Taishan were bearing down, seemingly intent on crushing Tang Yi's Xuan Pill and the soul within it to smithereens.
