Chapter 460: A Slap In The Face

"What?! This is!"

All eyes gravitated towards the jade platform. On the center of the platform, a bald old monk who was as thin as a twig was standing below the Pill Stele.

He stood silently in the wind and snow by his lonesome. His presence giving off the natural demeanor of a grandmaster.

He sighed heavily. That sigh felt quite aged, bringing out heavy feelings like the vicissitudes of life that he experienced.

He placed his hands on the Pill Stele. The upright stone slab then began to give out light of four different colors. The light continued to intensify and rose as high as it could. When it reached the highest scale of the fourth color which represented the Peak Fourth Revolution, it came to a sudden halt. It was already at the maximum limit the Pill Stele could test.

At this moment, the Pill Tablet lightly trembled. Above the snowy sky, five-colored clouds suddenly emerged.