After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

If we can obtain this elixir, it might help our ancestors break free from their stone bodies and be reborn!

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's heart skipped a beat—"Leave? Your Majesty means... I can leave the Land of Desolation?" he asked, barely suppressing his excitement.

Su Miaoyun nodded, her expression becoming more serious:

"Yes. Three years from now, if everything goes smoothly, the seal of the Demon Abyss will be completely stable, and the spatial barrier of the Land of Severed Spirits, which has been turbulent due to the revival of spiritual energy, will also return to a relatively stable state. At that time, I can use the formation and some of my recovered cultivation to make a full-force effort to open a relatively safe spatial passage for you, helping you break through the boundary and leave."

She looked at Lin Fengmian, her eyes filled with expectation, and continued:

"However, breaking through the barrier is extremely dangerous and requires a very high level of cultivation. You need to raise your cultivation to at least the Nascent Soul stage within three years in order to protect yourself. Therefore, I brought you here in the hope that our clan elders can use their lifelong experience and knowledge to guide your cultivation and help you break through as soon as possible."

Three years. Nascent Soul stage.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian's emotions surged instantly.

Three years is enough for an ordinary person to have their black hair turn to frost and their face grow old, enough for the world to change several times.

But for cultivators, three years is but a blink of an eye, like a fleeting moment.

As long as he can leave this desolate land that has trapped him for so long and return to the vast and boundless Xuanling Continent where all kinds of races coexist, all this waiting will be well worth it.

What stirred his heart even more were the silent, mountain-like stone statues of old monks before him.

They were none other than the top experts of the Xuan Tian Continent who participated in the great battle to suppress the demons back then.

Each of them once dominated the world, sweeping across the land; with a single stomp of their feet, the entire continent would tremble.

But now, in order to guard the Demon Abyss and protect the people of this world, they are willing to abandon their physical bodies and entrust their souls to the stubborn rocks, turning themselves into cages to eternally imprison the demons here.

Such righteous indignation and such heroic and tragic spirit are truly admirable.

From a moral, rational, and righteous standpoint, it seems I have no reason to stand idly by.

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath, slowly suppressing his usual laziness and nonchalance, replacing it with an unprecedented seriousness and solemnity.

His gaze swept over the nine silent and majestic stone sculptures, as if paying tribute to these venerable predecessors.

Finally, his gaze settled on Su Miaoyun's aloof and stunningly beautiful face, his tone resolute and his words firm and resounding:

"I, Lin Fengmian, will forever remember the righteousness of my esteemed predecessors. Your Majesty, rest assured, if I, Lin Fengmian, am fortunate enough to leave this place..."

I will exhaust all my resources to find the elixir that can restore your physical bodies, helping you to rebuild your immortal forms and continue your path to immortality!

He paused, his gaze shifting to the slightly plump stone sculpture, a calm and confident smile slowly curving his lips, before abruptly changing the subject:

"As for the alchemists His Majesty mentioned earlier..."

Why seek this from outside?

"This junior is not very talented, but I have gained some knowledge in the art of alchemy and have a considerable understanding of it."

"What?!"

The slightly plump stone sculpture suddenly spoke, its voice filled with surprise and delight: "You brat, you're actually proficient in alchemy?!"

This is truly...a rare talent!

Su Miaoyun also slightly raised her eyes, and a trace of undisguised ripples appeared in her clear, cold eyes, which were like a deep pool.

In this desolate land, spiritual energy has been depleted for thousands of years, and the soil and spiritual veins that once nourished spiritual herbs have long since degenerated and decayed.

Under such harsh conditions, precious medicinal herbs had long since disappeared, and the art of alchemy had also been lost, becoming a legend that only existed in ancient scrolls.

In this land, the term "alchemist" is as distant as a fairy tale for cultivators today.

But now Lin Fengmian casually announces that he is actually an alchemist?

This shocked her.

Amidst the shock, a hint of disappointment, hard to conceal, quietly swept through her heart.

Pity.

Even if Lin Fengmian was indeed an alchemist, a skilled cook cannot cook without rice. In this desolate land, all spiritual herbs had vanished.

Although spiritual energy is slowly recovering, the growth of spiritual herbs cannot be accomplished overnight.

Perhaps, only deep within the ancient forbidden lands recorded in those ancient books, do some ancient elixirs still remain. But that is merely a "possibility."

Those places are not places that can be entered casually.

Lin Fengmian, observing the slight trembling of the nine stone sculptures and catching a fleeting hint of disappointment in Su Miaoyun's eyes, grinned, his face radiating a youthful smugness and arrogance, and proclaimed loudly:

"Of course I can!"

"Watch me show you what I've got!"

Having said that, he decided to stop hiding his talents.

Through the subtle sensations of the little golden dragon in his dantian, he was very clear that both Su Miaoyun and the nine stone deities held pure goodwill towards him, and were upright, honest, and pure-hearted people.

When dealing with these people, he doesn't need to be as wary or secretive as he is in the outside world.

He simply flipped his palm over!

A warm glow appeared, and a simple, dark purple alchemy furnace with faint cloud patterns flowing around it materialized out of thin air.

The moment the alchemy furnace appeared, it exuded a profound and weighty aura; the patterns engraved on its walls were ancient and vigorous.

It is obvious at a glance that this is no ordinary artifact; it is clearly an ancient relic that has withstood the test of a thousand years.

Immediately afterwards, with a light tap of his fingertip, a variety of spiritual herbs, each with a bright color and a refreshing medicinal fragrance, appeared out of thin air and surrounded the alchemy furnace like stars.

A rich medicinal fragrance spread like a tide, instantly filling the entire underground palace, making even the air feel refreshing.

"This is... the Pure Snow Lotus!"

"Ganoderma lucidum from the earth's veins!"

"Three-petaled golden flower!"

"And there are cloud-patterned mushrooms!"

A stone sculpture subconsciously uttered the name of the medicinal herb that it vaguely remembered, its voice trembling slightly.

These medicinal herbs were all extinct in the Land of Desolate Spirits a thousand years ago. These individuals hadn't seen such fresh medicinal herbs for over a thousand years.

Seeing this for the first time, I was so shocked that I almost thought I was dreaming.

Lin Fengmian's lips curled up slightly.

These spiritual herbs were naturally the result of his personal planting and meticulous care on the spiritual field within the spiritual spring space. The spiritual energy in that area was abundant, far surpassing that of the outside world, ensuring that everything planted there thrived.

As he skillfully preheated the alchemy furnace, he casually chuckled:

"It's been a while since I've used the oven, so my skills might be a bit rusty."

"Let's start by refining a batch of the most basic Grade 3 Profound Origin Pills to practice and see how well they turn out."

After saying this, he stopped talking, his expression turned solemn, and he officially started refining pills!

His technique wasn't flashy, but it was so steady and experienced that it was frightening. Every step was incredibly precise, as if he had repeated it a million times, etched into his very bones.