Master Wen—it's Wen Daoyuan!
The esteemed Great Scholar is, at this moment, suspended in midair.
His hair is grizzled and wild, disheveled; iron hooks pierce through his shoulder blades, and his chest is torn open with a gaping hole.
Within the blood-soaked cavity, there is no heart.
Blood streams endlessly from the wound, falling into the enormous Pill Furnace below.
At the very center of the Pill Furnace, nine dragons rear their heads, together supporting a deep, shadowy black orb.
Now, the blood dripping from Wen Daoyuan's chest, falls precisely upon that orb.
Within the orb, it seems, there exists an abyss with no bottom.
All the blood that lands on its surface is invisibly absorbed; yet, the orb's exterior remains untouched—never stained by blood.
For some inexplicable reason, this orb commands extraordinary attention.
Whoever lays eyes upon the orb—even a fleeting glance—cannot help but be captivated.
