What those present had just felt—whether divine beings, Dragonkind, or other aquatic folk—had not been entirely an illusion. Furnace Flame was extraordinary by nature, not something anyone could bear lightly.
Yi Shuyuan gazed at the two alchemy furnaces before him, especially the Heaven-Turning Furnace he had personally forged, his heart brimming with emotion.
The Four-Pillar True Yang Furnace was a treasure preserved from the ancient pill dao, while the Heaven-Turning Furnace was a gem nurtured by the contemporary pill dao.
Now that the true fire within the Heaven-Turning Furnace had fully taken shape, even Yi Shuyuan, with his cultivation at its present heights, could not help feeling a powerful surge of pride.
Then his thoughts turned back to the Four-Pillar True Yang Furnace. As he reached out to it with his spiritual perception and magic power, he murmured aloud, as though conversing with this supreme treasure of the pill dao across thousands of years.
"Precious furnace, precious furnace, do you remember the last time you unleashed your fire at its full strength? Was it over a thousand years ago? Two thousand? Or even longer?"
As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan approached the furnace and reached out to touch the patterns stirred up by its flames. This time, there was no burning sensation.
"No one could wield you, no one could help you kindle a mighty blaze. You must have been unwilling to accept that, too. After all these years, you could only preserve the spirituality of what lay within you, while your fire grew ever weaker!"
Yi Shuyuan gently patted the body of the Four-Pillar True Yang Furnace, producing low clangs.
"That we could meet here is a destined connection of its own. Whether this attempt succeeds or fails, I will give it my all. Though I am not of the