Open!
Furnace!
In the unseen depths, it was as if an ancient, ageless silhouette was shouting and roaring.
With that long shout, the Flying Immortal Pot, which had been brewing boundless multicolored clouds and divine radiance, began to tremble and shake. The lid of the Pill Furnace clanged loudly, as though the thing inside could no longer be suppressed and was about to erupt forth.
"Kid, this Primordial Spirit Golden Pill is still one step short of perfection. In the instant you open the furnace, you must draw down that Primordial Spirit lightning to wash away the final trace of mortal qi on the pill.
You must control this process well.
A bit too much lightning, and the pill is destroyed; a bit too little, and the pill is ruined.
Success or failure all depends on you!"
