A thousand-mile icy river accompanies the high peaks.
Tens of thousands of feet of ice mountains pierce the clouds.
High above in the sky.
The Taoist sounds roar, vitality converges, and the laws subtly emerge; it's a rare place for enlightenment.
Every hundred years, it attracts countless young cultivators to debate the Tao.
But at this moment.
Countless cultivators are in an uproar.
"Did I… did I hear incorrectly?"
"Chen Yuan said to let Sword Son and others go up to meet their death?"
"This is truly arrogant."
"Does he still think he's a Pill Monarch? Or maybe he thinks he's a Heavenly Alchemist?"
"Exactly, even the Jiang Family has announced they are revoking his title as Pill Monarch. At this moment, he is just an ordinary early-stage Golden Core cultivator, akin to a common Gu Master."
"Sword Son and the others might not kill him out of respect for his alchemical mastery, but they won't spare him lightly either. How dare he utter such boastful words?"
