Chapter 162: The Heart of Medicine Valley
The vastness of Azure Continent stretched beyond imagination. Desolate wastelands, devoid of spiritual energy, existed alongside fertile lands teeming with it.
Amidst one such blessed land stood a towering mountain suffused with spiritual energy. Its slopes were dotted with countless caves, each radiating the aura of cultivation and refinement.
A strange, fragrant aroma of medicine lingered in the air, a telltale sign of the countless alchemists at work. Practitioners clad in pristine white robes moved gracefully, their steps almost ethereal. Occasionally, the mountain would echo with the sound of explosions, accompanied by flashes of fire. Yet, no one seemed perturbed—this was routine in Medicine Valley.
At the base of the mountain lay a grand valley. At its entrance, a monumental stone gate, a hundred feet high, stood guard. Carved atop the gate, in bold, majestic script, were the words:
Medicine Valley.
Before the gate, countless cultivators waited patiently, their expressions filled with reverence. They were here for one reason: to seek medicine. But entry into Medicine Valley wasn't granted lightly—not everyone could simply walk in.
Deeper within the valley, in a secluded cavern, intricate formations were etched onto the ground and walls. The air shimmered faintly as the formations suddenly flared to life.
A disciple stationed nearby quickly stepped forward, skillfully retrieving a jade slip that had materialized within the formation. As he examined it, surprise flickered across his face.
"It's a message from Senior Brother Wei," the disciple announced, holding the jade slip with care.