"That's none of your concern. Since that's the case, I'll just destroy this space," Evan Yang said.
"Destroy it? Are you trying to speed up your entry into the spatial cracks?" the Alchemy Eccentric Immortal mocked.
"While destroying this space, I'd like to see if you'll have it so easy," Evan Yang said, knowing that since the Eccentric's voice could reach here, he must have some attachment to this space.
Sure enough, the Alchemy Eccentric Immortal's expression changed drastically. He wanted to wait for the space to collapse naturally, not for Hale to forcibly break it. So he deliberately laughed, "Is that so? Then go ahead and try! Let's see who dies first—you or me."
"I won't die, but you'll definitely be seriously injured. Just wait," Evan Yang said. With that, he unleashed his full power, attacking the sky above.
Boom! The opening grew even larger. The Alchemy Eccentric Immortal was shocked—one more strike and the space would be destroyed. At this point, he wanted to escape but couldn't, so he continued, "If you've got guts, do it again. When you fall into the spatial cracks, I'm the one who set up this space, so of course I've left myself a back door."
"Is that so? Then goodbye!" With that, Evan Yang unleashed his strongest attack. Boom—space exploded. The Alchemy Eccentric Immortal let out a miserable scream, and Evan Yang vanished into the spatial cracks.
Back on Alchemy Sacred Mountain, a sudden surge of immense power erupted, affecting many people—each was shaken and injured by the violent force. The Alchemy Eccentric Immortal, battered and covered in wounds, was dragged away by his guardian beast.
Disciples of Alchemy Sacred Mountain rushed to the entrance of the forbidden area. Seeing the Alchemy Eccentric Immortal in such a state, the Alchemy Saint Hand exclaimed, "Master!"
"I'm going into seclusion. Don't disturb me," the Alchemy Eccentric Immortal said with difficulty.
'Yes, Master.' The Alchemy Saint Hand replied.
Evan Yang was curious and followed the Old Beggar, while also splitting off a strand of divine sense to control the Tower's flight outside.
"The spiritual energy here is much denser than outside," said the Old Beggar, who had never been here before. As he led Evan Yang to a secluded spot, he laughed along the way.
"That's right. I brought some of the Alchemy Eccentric Immortal's precious herbs here," Evan Yang replied with a smile.
"When I heard you took his things, I couldn't help but laugh. It really relieved my anger," the Old Beggar said, chuckling.
"I didn't even know that place belonged to the Alchemy Eccentric Immortal. It was just a lucky accident," Evan Yang said with a laugh.
"That's just luck. Here, this is my family's clan treasure," the Old Beggar said with a smile.
Evan Yang looked at the box—the Old Beggar had risked his life for it. How could he accept it? Even if he didn't care what was inside, he still couldn't take it. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Senior, this is your clan treasure. Why give it to me?"
"Don't you want to see what's inside?" the Old Beggar asked.
"You risked your life for this, Senior. How could I dare accept it?" Evan Yang shook his head helplessly.
"You’re basically my half-disciple, and you’ve learned the pill canon, so you’re fully qualified to look at this," the Old Beggar said with a smile.
Evan Yang asked skeptically, "What is it? Is it also related to the pill canon?"
"How should I put it? When my family passed down the pill canon to me, they said that if I ever cultivated it to its peak, I could go to the ancestral grave to retrieve the brocade box. Inside is something even deeper, called the Realm of Immortal Pills. The introductory chapters describe Immortal Pills, and it turns out there are many classifications above Immortal Pills," the Old Beggar explained.
"There are more classifications above Immortal Pills? What does that mean?" Evan Yang asked, puzzled.
"Just take a look. As for the pill canon, once you finish studying the Realm of Immortal Pills, could you return it to me? I want to pass it on to my descendants," the Old Beggar said with a smile.
"Your descendants? Didn't your family perish?" Evan Yang asked, confused.
"My family is extinct here, but I can't let it vanish completely. If we ever get out of these spatial cracks, I want to find a few adopted sons to inherit the Tu clan legacy. Otherwise, if I reach the Immortal Realm, I’ll have let my ancestors down," the Old Beggar sighed.
"The Immortal Realm? Senior, how much do you know about it?" Hearing the Old Beggar mention entering the Immortal Realm, Evan Yang became curious.
"The Immortal Realm? Some of my clan’s ancient records mention it, but only describe things before entering the Immortal Realm. As for what happens afterwards, I really don’t know," the Old Beggar replied.
"Oh? Tell me about it." Right now, Evan Yang was still fuzzy about the Immortal Realm entrance.