As the gentle light of the day spilled over the hillside, Qin Ming sighed while standing on the lush slope, gazing at the edge of the massive pit above. "As an old friend, I've truly done my best. Whether you can grasp this immense immortal fate, the next step relies solely on you."
Zheng Maoze had never felt such torment as he did now. The ancient artifact that had dominated his dreams for a millennium lay before him, a treasure that could bring him closer to becoming an immortal!
But if he reached out to seize it, he would likely become the target for all.
The furnace was inscribed with numerous mysterious runes, shimmering and shining brilliantly, the divine light reflecting on his face. The immortal mist rising from its opening carried a faint fragrance of herbs, drifting into his nostrils.
How could he resist? It stirred his heart and soul.
The most crucial part was that it was so close, within reach!
This was an artifact that could bring him closer to immortality. Each day it could absorb the "Heaven’s Radiance" from the night sky, allowing its user to consume it daily, purifying their flesh and altering their foundation, raising their consciousness and essence.