Xuanpin Furnace.

The furnace resembled a majestic mountain peak, soaring into the clouds, its top completely out of sight, seemingly reaching straight to the heavens.

The furnace body, made of some unknown material, shimmered with iridescent colors under the sunlight.

The furnace body is engraved with dense runes, which appear and disappear in the changing light and shadow.

Upon closer inspection, it actually echoes the patterns of the Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams.

At the furnace opening, wisps of smoke rose, swirling like a light veil, enveloping the entire Xuanpin Furnace.

Luo Tianhe's eyes widened, and he muttered to himself, "Something this big should be visible from a great distance, so how come we didn't notice a single sign of it as we walked along?"

I frowned, carefully looking around, and after thinking for a moment, I spoke.

"There must have been a formation set up here, most likely some kind of clever illusion, to conceal the Mysterious Female Furnace, which is why we haven't discovered it yet."

Luo Tianhe was still puzzled: "That doesn't make sense either. This furnace is so big, how did they manage to dig it out of the ancient tomb? What kind of ancient tomb could fit it?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "I'm not a walking encyclopedia, how would I know?"

And this must be a knock-off, something they made themselves.

...

Looking around, besides us, there were many other people gathered in front of the Xuanpin Furnace in the square.

They either knelt down in devout prayer or gazed up at the Xuanpin Furnace with anticipation, their eyes filled with awe and longing.

Luo Tianhe and I exchanged a glance and decided to ask someone about the situation.

We walked toward a kind-looking older woman.

The older sister was pushing a wheelchair, in which sat a girl who looked to be about ten years old.

The little girl's face was extremely pale, as white as paper, and completely bloodless, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

Looking at her legs, they were so thin they were skin and bones, not even as thick as my forearm, dangling helplessly in her wheelchair.