She knew Wu Ling well; she must be extremely worried outside.

I wonder if they saw her come in with Baili Xi and Jiang Suxi.

Yan Shanjun nodded, then looked at Su Xi, "Shall we, a few of us at the Tribulation Transcending stage, give it a try?"

Su Xi naturally had no objections.

Several cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage walked to the center of the soul, holding their breath and concentrating their power.

First, they all attacked the entrance above where the souls were thrown in.

There was no movement at all in the first few attempts.

This time, the fog actually thinned out, and you could vaguely see some of the azure sky.

Everyone was delighted, but they knew clearly that a few cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage were not enough.

Yan Shanjun and the others withdrew their ghostly power, feeling so weak that they questioned the meaning of life.

No wonder ghosts still need to cultivate the ghost path; it's too much of a strain to rely solely on the remaining cultivation of their souls.

Song Tingwan and Baili Xijiang were the first to walk to Song Siyao's side, "We'll join you too."

"I am just one step away from transcending the tribulation, and I will come to help you."

"I can do that too. I can break through this wretched place and take our bodies back!"

"Okay, I'll help too."

Song Tingwan smiled and watched. As more and more souls gathered around, she took out a few pills that ghost cultivators could use from her bosom.

She looked down curiously, seeing the pill for the first time in the form of a soul.

I used it just in case, and I wasn't even sure if I could use it if I really became a ghost.

Fortunately, this pill can be used by ghost cultivators, as it exists in the form of a pill soul.

The things I casually refined while making the Breakthrough Pill for Wu Ling are now proving useful.

Song Tingwan lowered her eyes and smiled.

"What is this, Master! Ah, this smell... Is it from those ghost cultivator pills you were working on?"

Baili Xijiang came closer and sniffed him like a puppy.

The gold patterns on it shimmered, this was an eighth-grade pill.

He was quite shocked by his master's ability to create his own elixirs, and at this moment he kept praising his master for his foresight.

With more and more eyes on her, Song Tingwan glanced at her little apprentice with annoyance.

Baili Xijiang belatedly looked around, chuckled sheepishly, and shut his mouth.

"These pills are probably usable by ghost cultivators, but no one has ever tried them. If you don't believe me, please go far away first."

Song Tingwan spoke seriously, her gentle voice filled with convincing power, and few people ventured out.

But many people are wavering.

They saw that the few people in the Tribulation Transcending stage ahead hadn't left, so they blindly followed them.

Song Tingwan didn't care whether it was genuine or just reading between the lines. As the crowd split into two groups, she closed her eyes and focused her mind to disperse the elixir mist with her cultivation.

The translucent cinnabar mist settled on the light, floating soul.

After a moment of silence, everyone began to introspect.

"Huh, my usable strength has recovered to about 80%."

"Me too."

"This Venerable Pillow Sleep is quite powerful. I've never heard of ghost cultivators using pills before."

"Huh? Who is Venerable Pillow Sleep?"

"Don't you use the Spirit Network? Your information is so limited. The Pillow Sleep Fairy is Song Tingwan, who sacrificed herself to save the world during the Battle of Yunque. I don't know how she was resurrected, so everyone respectfully calls her Venerable Pillow Sleep."

Of course, if she were resurrected but lacked ability and remained in that weak Foundation Establishment stage state, those people on the Spirit Network wouldn't be so eager to elevate her to the position of Venerable.

There is still no specific answer as to the question of the upper limit of this person's ability to refine medicinal pills.

Everyone knew the truth.

After Yan Shanjun and the others regained their strength and stretched comfortably, they stood together solemnly once again.

Everyone tacitly remained silent, and when the several Transcending Tribulation stage cultivators exerted their power, countless cultivators densely wrapped around several beams of light, slowly but massively gathering together and striking directly at the entrance.

The white mist gradually disappeared, revealing a small opening where the mist had condensed.

It looks like... a cellar where villagers store their grain.

Yan Shanjun's expression hardened, and he tried to use the combined strength to push the door open.

However, it remained firmly in place.

Seeing this, everyone gritted their teeth in unison and once again pushed their power up continuously.

Finally, right before their eyes, the door was slowly pushed open, leaving only a crack.

"Quickly, the souls can be squeezed out, those of you who are strong enough can get out!"

Although everyone wanted to go out.

I stared at that crack with intense longing.

After all, nobody wants to die.

But reason tells them otherwise.

Those with stronger abilities have a better chance of winning.

It's just a village. As long as a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending stage goes out and reclaims their body, rescuing them will be a piece of cake.

"Sect Leader Yan, you may leave."

"Yan Shanjun."

Shen Zhuochuan, Wan Qiji, and Su Xi all spoke with firm expressions.

Yan Shanjun's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face, but it was only for a moment. He then decisively nodded, withdrew his cultivation, and flew towards the crevice.

They flashed to the front, but the gap slowly narrowed.

Those below frowned.

Yan Shanjun instantly understood, returned to his original position, and continued to channel his cultivation.

The door was then slowly pushed open a crack.

Yan Shanjun immediately turned his gaze, "Ayao, you go."

This gap is being stretched open by force, and it cannot be maintained no matter which stage of tribulation one goes through.

Some cultivators wanted to refute, but considering the other person's reputation as a genius, they held back.

Song Siyao pursed her lips slightly and flew away without hesitation.

Her soul slipped out through the crack, along with her words: "Wait for me."

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and then the gap seemed to be forcefully pressed down from the outside, forcibly pulling their power back into their bodies.

Song Tingwan took two steps back and was supported by Shen Zhuochuan and Aji.

She clenched her fists.

This heavy responsibility still fell on the younger sister.

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