A grand Daoist Palace spanned the heavens above the Thirty-Three Celestial Realms.
Two Children held Treasure Fans, languidly fanning the flames beneath the Eight Trigrams Furnace. The fierce Celestial Spirits they summoned, potent enough to extinguish an Immortal, merely stirred a gentle, cool breeze here, bit by bit nurturing the Divine Fire under the furnace.
As the Divine Fire blazed, the Eight Trigrams Furnace emitted a subtle hum. Inside, one world after another was incinerated and refined into Innate Treasure Liquid, shimmering with Spiritual Light and ribbons of immortal essence.
The old Daoist sat cross-legged before the Eight Trigrams Furnace. Every so often, his head would nod, his eyelids drooping as if he were dozing off.
Seeing this, the two Children slowed their movements, and the Celestial Spirits they fanned out became even gentler, afraid of disturbing the old Daoist's slumber.
