A fist-sized jade cauldron stood amidst the darkness. It had three feet and two handles, and it glittered with purple light.

“Cauldrons this small exist? It looks more like a wine cask,” exclaimed Mu Xi.

Su Yi reached out and grabbed. The jade cauldron whooshed into his palm. He examined it, then said, “This is a pill furnace.”

As he spoke, he exerted strength through his fingers.

Bzzzz!

The fist-sized jade cauldron suddenly expanded. It was now several dozen feet tall, and purple spiritual light circulated around it. It was bright and magnificent.

Only now did they see clearly that the cauldron’s surface was engraved with totems of vermillion birds, luan, one-legged bi fang cranes, and other sacred birds and beasts. All were highly realistic.

Purple smoke drifted out of the opening, and a mysterious, obscure presence permeated the air.

The bottom of the cauldron was engraved with the characters “Violet Palace.”

There was no doubt about it; that was the pill furnace’s name. 

“A treasure!” The groups’ eyes lit up.

“This is a spirit-marked treasure, and it’s the work of a Spirit Dao cultivator. The pill furnace contains eight layers of spiritual markings. Each has a different function, but all are designed for preparing...