Qin Ming stood on the slope bathed in Heavenly Light, looking at the huge pit above and sighed, "As an old friend, I've truly done all I can. Whether you can seize this boundless Immortal Fate depends on yourself now."
Zheng Maoze had never felt such agony before. The artifact that could elevate him to being Close to Immortal, the millennium-old artifact that stabilized the teaching, was right before his eyes.
But if he reached out to grab it, he could likely become the target of everyone.
Mysterious runes engraved on the body of the furnace gleamed brilliantly, casting Divine Radiance onto his face while the Furnace of Eight Trigrams emitted wisps of immortal fog mingled with a faint scent of medicine, drifting to his nose.
How could he endure? It swayed his resolve.
Most crucially, it was within arm's reach!
