While Wrathful Sunny Rooster battled the monsters alongside the others, Huang Bai had already descended through the pitch-black well opening.
The bottom of the well was cold and deep, its walls covered in moss. The air was filled with an old, strange medicinal fragrance. Huang Bai's feet sank slightly as he landed steadily atop a massive bronze pill furnace with three legs and two handles.
"There really is a pill furnace."
He looked around, his gaze narrowing slightly.
This pill furnace had not been placed alone at the bottom of the well. It secretly corresponded with the terrain of the entire Bottle Mountain.
It drew in the pure qi from the mountain peak above and connected to the yin waters of the earth veins below. The well chamber, stone platform, and pill furnace formed a single whole, like a ritual artifact borrowing the power of mountains and rivers.
"Truly sophisticated Alchemy is certainly not as simple as setting up a furnace and boiling herbs over a fire."
"Terrain, feng shui, yin and yang, water and fire—none can be missing."
Just as firing blue-and-white porcelain required misty rain, refining immortal pills required the right mountains and feng shui.
Huang Bai jumped down from the pill furnace and reached out to lift its lid.
Thick dust rushed into his face, stinging his eyes. The furnace was completely empty. Forget pill pellets—even the dregs were nearly gone.
"Looks like someone took the contents long ago."
Huang Bai's eyes shifted slightly, and he quickly reached a conclusion.
The pill furnace beneath this well was extremely ancient, most likely left behind by alchemists from the Qin and Han dynasties. When the Yuan dynasty general later discovered this place, he must have come for immortality and forcibly taken that thousand-year-old pill.
However, the pill was most