In the furnace chamber, the pill masters exchanged glances as a group of Golden Core True Ones dismantled the Water-Fire Wishing Cauldron.

That cauldron was the furnace chamber's half-finished "true treasure." Unusable, of course, but even an unusable half-true treasure could one day be refined into a genuine one, yet it was being torn apart before their eyes.

"Ah, why did it have to come to this?"

"Our esteemed Flying Immortal Sect boasts ten thousand years of heritage and profound foundations. Did we really have to dismantle the Water-Fire Wishing Cauldron? A Nascent Soul senior refined it personally back then. It never became a true treasure, but it was still the fruit of a Nascent Soul forebear's painstaking...