The violet barrier dispersed, and a pavilion appeared before Yang Ye’s eyes. The pavilion had just a single floor, and it wasn’t large. It was only around 30m in both length and width.

There were 3 words inscribed right at the top of its entrance, Pavilion of Alchemy!

“A place to refine pills?” Yang Ye frowned a little. Actually, he wasn’t really fond of medicinal pills. There were medicinal pills in the continent as well, but their effects were minimal. Especially after one attained a certain level of cultivation, the effects of medicinal pills were practically unnoticeable. Moreover, profounders who improve their strengths via medicinal pills would possess strengths that are greatly inferior to profounders who cultivated normally.

In short, even though there were medicinal pills in the continent, no one attached any importance to them. So, the status of Alchemists was far inferior to Talisman Masters, and thus there were only a few Alchemists throughout the continent!

Yang Ye stood on the spot and pondered deeply for a moment, and then he pushed open the door and walked in.

Before his eyes were numerous bookshelves, and they were all around the room. There were rows upon rows of bamboo...