In the central area of the giant pit, the crystallization was severe. The ground was barren and uneven, making it clear that the imagined immortal herbs could not take root and grow here.
What lay in this place was fully visible. Qin Ming’s gaze was filled with eagerness as he stepped closer, his eyes fixed intently on the near immortal object just within reach.
It was a heavily damaged furnace, riddled with holes. Despite its poor condition, it emitted an ethereal glow, surrounded by auspicious clouds, with white mist swirling from its opening.
Moreover, there were strange phenomena accompanying it. The mist would occasionally reveal scenes of elixirs taking form, with dragons soaring and tigers leaping, filled with a spirit that seemed ready to release wondrous medicines.
This was precisely why Chen Shuhang and Jiang Congyun had suddenly turned against Qin Ming. Upon witnessing the expanding elixir aura, they were overwhelmed, thinking that some residual immortal herbs remained.
Just from these wonders, one could tell that the alchemy furnace was extraordinary. Even after a thousand years, it still radiated such remarkable sights, outshining any expectations.
It was small, about the size of a palm, covered in numerous symbols, with the lid half-destroyed and lying nearby.