Shushan Sword Sect.
The forbidden area behind the mountain.
Above a spiritual lake, the misty vapors vast and boundless, the thick elemental qi turning into rain and mist. Even for any ordinary cultivator, to breathe here for just one moment would be equivalent to cultivating for several days.
Upon the surface of the lake, as clear as a mirror, there was presently a spiritual radiance moving back and forth like a fish, elusive and extraordinary.
Only when one got close would they realize that it was a small yellow gourd darting to and fro above the lake, circling back and forth.
And by the lakeside, several of the Returning Elixir ancestors from the Shushan Sword Sect were worshipping non-stop, as if seized by convulsions, occasionally emitting mana, only for it to be casually gobbled up by the gourd as if it were a snack.
"Ancestor... Ancestor..."
"Please calm down a bit, Ancestor..."
