The month-long waiting period had finally evaporated, and the suffocating, heavy tension that had draped itself over the Yao Clan's Secret Realm shattered like brittle glass. The towering, swirling spatial portal situated at the deepest edges of the realm flared with blinding, chaotic light, violently disgorging the surviving participants of the grueling third stage. Thousands had entered the perilous, beast-infested Pill Realm to harvest ancient herbs, but only a fraction emerged. They were battered, their magnificent robes torn and stained with the blood of spirit beasts, but their spatial rings were heavy with the necessary, priceless ingredients.
