Time could not be disappointed, time could not be controlled, and although it was everywhere, there was no being that could touch it. When the trees outside began to turn yellow and their leaves fell, and once sprouts rose up from the ground, a year had passed.

Immortal Eclipse Valley was still the number one sect within the Southern Empire. Though it was still in conflict with the demonic path, this didn’t affect its status at all. Every day, a massive amount of alchemy materials was sent into Immortal Eclipse Valley. A majority of these materials were successfully refined into pills and then resold via special connections. However, there were still many failures, and these failures were sent to the Pill Disposal Department.

Everyone knew just how horrid waste pills were. Only by passing through specialized decomposition methods could they be thoroughly destroyed to avoid harming the world.

However, there was something that confused the cultivators of Immortal Eclipse Valley. In an environment that was littered all over with waste pills, how did Junior Granduncle Qin survive? Although this wasn’t the first time, they still watched from the side of their eyes and remained surprised. Many people wanted to know just what Junior Granduncle Qin was doing inside. But as soon as they thought of this and asked about it, they would soon fall silent and say nothing,...