The Xingyin Pavilion stands in the southern region of the Central Plains. Among the four great pavilions, the Xingyin Pavilion boasts the fewest disciples—though in numbers, it is modest, its quality is truly outstanding. Each disciple possesses strong cultivation potential. As a result, many people in the southern region know well that when encountering a disciple from the Xingyin Pavilion, one should never underestimate them merely due to their age or appearance, for the pavilion has never accepted ordinary or average students. Among the four pavilions, not only does the Xingyin Pavilion have the smallest number of disciples, but it is also the most enigmatic. While the other three pavilions build their headquarters with grandeur and imposing scale, so that visitors immediately perceive their formidable strength, the Xingyin Pavilion is different. To those unfamiliar with it, even locating the pavilion's actual site may prove difficult. This very quality adds an air of mystery to the Xingyin Pavilion in the eyes of outsiders. … The Dan Domain lies far south of the Central Region, and even at the speed of figures like Yao Lao, it takes nearly half a month to truly enter the southern territory. After that, another seven or eight days are spent before the long journey finally comes to a halt at the outer reaches of the Tianxing Mountain Range. "The Starfall Pavilion is situated within the Tianxing Mountain Range," said Feng Zun, exhaling in relief as he gazed at the familiar, lush mountains. "It's quite peculiar—should there be a special means of access, even a Duke of Battle-tier strength would be unable to enter." "Ah, the Tianxing Mountain Range—it's been many years since I last came here," murmured Yao Lao, gazing at the continuous range of mountains. "The Starfall Pavilion was established by us back then. Yet you, ever the hands-off one—everything has always been my responsibility. I was truly overwhelmed at the time." Feng Zun shook his head, saying. "Haha." The herbal elder smiled. "I never particularly enjoy such affairs. When I first established this Starfall Pavilion, it was merely out of interest..." Hearing this, Wind Master could only shake his head helplessly, then turned around and waved his hand, swiftly darting into the mountain range. The young physician and others quickly followed. "Hehe, this is the Starfall Array of XinYun Pavilion. The array is not artificially constructed—it naturally formed here..." Master Feng smiled gently, producing an ancient jade in his hand, which then floated upward. A strange streak of starlight radiated from it, spreading out, causing the space before them to gradually warp until, in the astonished gaze of Xiao Yi Xian and the others, a grand portal of space emerged. "Come on, this is actually the main headquarters of XinYun Pavilion..." Master Feng smiled and stepped first through the spatial gate. After a moment of hesitation, the young physician and others followed suit. As everyone entered, the spatial gate dissolved once more into nothingness. "Strictly speaking, this is actually a space constructed by the power of meteorite stars. Hehe, of course, it cannot compare with the vast spaces formed by Supreme Battle Saints—this area is merely comparable in size to a single city..." Master Feng smiled. "Moreover, since it is naturally formed, its concealment is exceptionally high. Even if a Supreme Battle Saint flies past here, they would find it difficult to detect its subtle wonders." The others, upon hearing this, were left marveling. Only Zi Yan slightly pursed her lips—when she first saw this place from outside, she immediately sensed its hidden depth. Indeed, among those present, she was the only one possessing such insight. "Li!" Soon after a group of people appeared in the sky, a number of large white cranes suddenly took flight from a distant mountain peak. Human figures stood upon the cranes' bodies. A graceful figure in jade-green robes swiftly moved forward and materialized before the group—none other than Mu Qinglun, whom Xiao Yan had previously met a few times. "Master..." Seeing that the visitor was Feng Zun, Mu Qingluan also breathed a sigh of relief, waving her hand to send the white cranes swirling in the air back to their resting places. "Hmm," Feng Zun nodded with a smile, then pointed to the elderly physician beside him and said, "Come, meet our Master of Xing Yun Pavilion." Upon hearing this, Mu Qingluan was momentarily startled, glanced at the elderly physician, and suddenly realized that he looked exactly like the ancestral portrait in the sect's hall. It was now clear that Feng Zun was not jesting. She quickly bowed respectfully, "Qingluan bows to the Master." The elderly physician shook his head helplessly, smiling with a mixture of amusement and frustration, "You old fellow, you're deliberately making me feel embarrassed..." "You've always been the Master of Xing Yun Pavilion—how could you possibly embarrass me?" Feng Zun chuckled, then turned to Mu Qingluan and said, "With Master Yao here, you all will surely be blessed." "Master Yao?" Hearing this, Mu Qinglun was deeply moved. Back in the Central Plains, Master Yaochen's reputation was well known to everyone—she had heard him mentioned occasionally by Feng Zun, but never thought she would get to see him in person today. "Well, don't listen to this old man's rambling—let's first settle down Xiao Yan," Yao Old Man waved his hand, saying. As the Wind Sovereign's sigh fell, Mu Qingluan's mind buzzed with sudden clarity, staring in wide-eyed astonishment at Xiao Yan. How dare this man face off against a Sovereign-class combatant? One who had reached the five-star rank of Sovereign? That level of strength—something even his own master, the Wind Sovereign, had never achieved. And then... what truly made her jaw twitch slightly—this man had not only faced such a powerhouse, but had actually severed one of their hands! Her mind still felt hazy. Turning around, Mu Qinglun led the group up the mountain peak and then followed the Wind Master’s instructions, first settling down the weary healers and young doctors. Only after completing these tasks did she regain her composure from the profound impact of the Wind Master’s words, a strange thought quietly forming in her heart. "What expression would Feng Qing'er have if she met Xiao Yan again?" After settling the exhausted healers, the two elders—Yao Lao and the Wind Master—bore Xiao Yan directly toward the rear mountain. After some time, a dark stone tower came into view. Though the tower appeared crude, resembling more like a lopsided, ugly black pillar than a refined structure, it was, in fact, the location where the space’s stellar energy was most concentrated—precisely where the stellar energy of the celestial meteorite converged. Master Feng carried Xiao Yan up to the topmost level of the stone tower. This upper level was about three to four zhang wide, featuring a black stone platform. Above the platform lay a hollow space roughly half a zhang in width, from which one could clearly see the clear sky. This meteor not only condensed stellar energy but also drew in stellar energy from beyond the heavens, and the stone platform served as the convergence point of these two forces. Witnessing this scene, the Wind Sovereign and the Herbal Elder were not surprised but rather delighted—the more concentrated the Three Thousand Scorching Flames became, the faster Xiao Yan's injuries would heal. "This Starfall Platform truly is excellent," the Herbal Elder breathed a sigh of relief, speaking softly. "Heh, no longer need to worry. With sufficient stellar energy now supporting it, the Three Thousand Scorching Flames will remain eternal, and Xiao Yan's injuries will surely heal." The Wind Sovereign smiled. The Herbal Elder nodded gently. "Let him rest here in quiet, healing by himself. This recovery will take a while—we'll have plenty of time to wait..." The old pharmacist smiled and nodded. Time itself didn't matter, as long as Xiao Yan could mend his internal injuries; no matter how long it took, that would be sufficient. "Young one, take good care of yourself. Your teacher still awaits your crafted body for me..." Gazing at Xiao Yan, whose face had gradually eased of pain amid the rising flames, the old pharmacist smiled gently, then quietly stepped aside, carrying with him the traces of fatigue, and together with Feng the Sovereign, withdrew from the stone tower.