In the void, a furnace as tall as a palm tilted, as if the divine brew from the Palace of the Polestar in the Nine Heavens was descending from the sky. Its rich aroma was intoxicating, making one wish to reside forever in a mystical realm, lost in dream and reality, unable to extricate oneself.
Qin Ming drank deeply, repeatedly praising the fragrance.
A radiant glow surrounded him, his complexion rosy, his gaze gradually becoming hazy.
He distinctly felt his physique transforming, vitality strengthening. This glowing red furnace wasn't a physical object, but it was extraordinary, bestowed with such gifts.
The liquid was crystalline, like molten Crimson Jade, trickling down in strands, illuminating vast expanses of crimson light. There was also a white, immortal fog-like substance swirling, engulfing the entire chamber as if it were draped in fiery clouds.
Qin Ming felt as though he had transcended worldly limitations, shedding his mortal form to ascend as an immortal.
