His master went missing, his cultivation was crippled, his fiancée forcibly broke off their engagement, and he was made into a cultivation furnace before being humiliated to death by female cultivators of his sect.
Fang Yuan of Blue Star transmigrated here with the immortal artifact, the Immortal Refining Furnace.
His soul returned, and he took control of the Immortal Refining Furnace. It could refine people, demons, immortals, and all things in heaven and earth.
Ordinary spirit herbs, ripened in the Immortal Refining Furnace, became century-old spirit herbs.
Waste pills, refined again in the furnace, became flawless pills.
First-tier talismans, refined again in the furnace, became second-tier talismans.
Low-grade magical artifacts, reforged in the furnace, became top-grade artifacts.
…
But activating the Immortal Refining Furnace required the cooperation of “immortal slaves.”
“Fairy Lu, crafting a top-grade magical artifact requires a century of cultivation. Would you be willing to help your junior brother?”
“Sword Immortal Pei, you wouldn’t want the Sword Sect destroyed in your hands, would you? Then hurry up and cultivate the Phoenix-Cultivating Essence Art!”
“Master Luo, you wouldn’t want the Dao Sect’s disciples to find out you’re secretly keeping a male lover, would you? Then hurry up and help me cultivate.”
“Fairy Xiao, this old servant is willing to share your worries and help you transcend the mortal tribulation.”
“Princess Consort Mu, you wouldn’t want anything to happen to the child in your arms…”
…
Millions of years later.
The Immortal Realm, the Hehuan Palace.
A magnificent palace, radiant with immortal energy and glittering with gold, bore a plaque inscribed with the words “Hehuan Hall.”
One hundred thousand Hehuan disciples sat in orderly rows on meditation cushions, their expressions solemn.
Nine immortal consorts stood on either side of the high platform, their veils concealing peerless beauty.
Powerful waves of magic radiated from their immortal bodies, crushing everything around them.
On a golden throne carved with nine dragons, a towering figure slowly turned and spoke:
“Today, I’ll tell you how the Hehuan Palace began. It all started in a lower realm called Dongyue, in the State of Yue in the Southern Wastelands, with the Hehuan Sect…”
