Rumble!!!
Countless thunderstorms gathered above the Pill Saint Palace, with streaks of silver lightning constantly flashing, and the thunder echoing endlessly.
The people of the Pill Saint Palace had never witnessed such a celestial anomaly. These lightning bolts appeared inexplicably and showed no signs of dispersing, instead growing increasingly intense.
The old palace master, with white hair, beard, and brows, stood at the highest point of the Pill Saint Palace, gazing at the crisscrossing beams of lightning, his face emotionless but with a trace of worry deep in his eyes.
"It seems the pill is about to be completed," the old palace master murmured quietly. This anomaly of countless thunderstorms was a precursor to the forging of a peerless treasure pill.
