White Truth Mountain, inside the main hall at the summit. Mountain Lord Deng Jing sat upon a meditation cushion. Before him stood an ancient-style pill furnace. Within its chamber, the blue furnace fire seemed like frozen ice, yet clear, limpid radiance shimmered out from within.
At this moment, he was attempting to refine a certain kind of pill. Yet he seemed to have encountered some bottleneck. Each time he pondered for a while, he would send a streak of spiritual light into the furnace chamber, then grab a handful of supplementary ingredients and scatter them inside.
After a long while, the furnace had continuously contained a vigorous vitality, seemingly ready to burst forth. But after this action of his, that vitality sank once more.
He shook his head, rose to his feet, and paced two steps. "Where exactly does it fall short?"
He pondered deeply. Just as he was about to catch that faint, elusive spark of inspiration, he was suddenly interrupted by an unexpectedly incoming aura.
"Hm?"
He looked up in great displeasure, only to discover an oval-shaped artifact appearing above White Truth Mountain. The sky immediately darkened, and the large and small stone orbs circling outside temporarily lost their luster. Then a flash of light appeared, and an unsteady, floating figure emerged before him.
It was not hard for him to see that the other party had used some artifact to bypass the outer restrictions and directly project the form of their Primordial Spirit into this Mystic Profound Realm.
This was undoubtedly a show of force.
He stood from his seat and looked toward the visitor. His white robes billowed around him, surging like dense clouds.
The figure gradually solidified somewhat. It appeared to be a graceful female Daoist. She made a formal salute and said, "Mountain Lord