Soul Devouring Furnace

Inside the artifact refinement chamber.

"Disciple greets Master!" Wang Da Fu lowered his head and stood solemnly, bowing deeply and respectfully to the figure seated cross-legged on a cushion.

On the cushion, Elder Xuan Qiuluo slowly opened his eyes.

"Mm." Elder Xuan Qiuluo nodded slightly. His voice was calm and unruffled, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

"I summoned you today for one reason: the Sect Mission has arrived. Take this token and promptly go to the Mission Hall to settle it."

His withered fingers lightly brushed the storage pouch at his waist, and a palm-sized black token, neither metal nor wood, appeared out of thin air.

The token's surface was carved with intricate Cloud Patterns. At its center, the ancient character for "mission" radiated a grim chill. Silently, as though supported by an invisible hand, the token floated steadily before Wang Da Fu.

"Yes, Master." Wang Da Fu did not dare delay. He quickly extended both hands and carefully accepted the token.

Elder Xuan Qiuluo's gaze lingered on his disciple for a moment. Then he suddenly smiled, the expression as warm as a spring breeze. "Don't rush. We can discuss the mission later. Come before me first." As he spoke, he unhurriedly removed an item from his storage pouch.

It was a palm-sized, completely white circular disk.

The disk's material was unknown. It felt warm and smooth as jade, while a faint moonlike glow flowed around its edges. Its surface was mirror-smooth, yet countless silver threads seemed to drift slowly within it, as though it contained some profound vitality.

"Let your master test your spiritual root aptitude." Holding the Spirit Testing Disk, Elder Xuan Qiuluo spoke gently, carrying the patient bearing of an elder as he beckoned Wang Da Fu over.

Yet to Wang Da Fu, those ordinary words