A month later, at the Eighth Furnace station.

The guards lazily stood about, none of them able to summon any focus. They couldn’t be blamed for this – after all, if the leaders were lacking, the subordinates would follow suit. The newly appointed Furnace Master hadn’t appeared in public even a few times and they were in a completely undisciplined, unordered, and unmanageable state. Any sort of negative ‘un’ condition could be applied to them.

Several people gathered together to chat, eat, drink, look at the skies, and even cultivate. One of the women looked up at the skies, sighing woefully. This was just too boring! This was so boring that they didn’t even know what was good to talk about. Every single topic they could converse about had been repeated multiple times.

“When is today going to end!” A disciple plaintively looked up at the skies. Suddenly, he discovered that the originally bright skies and clear weather had suddenly darkened. “Is it going to rain?”

He muttered to himself. But soon, his eyes popped wide open, as if he saw a ghost in the daytime.

In the great vault of heavens, black clouds rapidly surged forth, weaving together into a vast sea of black. Just looking at this made one feel constrained and left one panting for breath. Even if one hadn’t eaten pork meat, they should still have seen a pig run. Although this analogy didn’t really seem appropriate to the situation, these disciples actually felt it was completely proper at this moment. As disciples of Immortal Eclipse Valley, even if others hadn’t seen it they had at least seen pill phenomena eight or 10 times, after...