The night was deep.

The towering peaks stretched out in front of Qing Muling, and as he stood on the mountaintop and looked up, he saw the boundless starry sky hanging high in the sky, with colorful starlight shining on the mountains, rivers, and earth for billions of miles, exuding a sense of mystery and grandeur.

Ten zhang away, on a temporarily cleared flat ground, a set of thousand-year-old golden silk and black sandalwood tables had already been set up. Several senior sisters were busy working skillfully beside them.

Nine bronze cauldrons, each about ten zhang tall and with three legs and two ears, were lined up on the flat ground. The soup inside was boiling and bubbling, emitting a fragrant aroma and shimmering with spiritual light. The ingredients used were all exotic beasts and spirit birds hunted by the senior sisters, with most of them having cultivation levels above the Heavenly Fate Realm in their lifetime. They were also accompanied by many rare holy and divine medicines. The soup had been simmering for a long time.