The Misty Pill Palace rose from a broad, flattened mountain peak that sat half-veiled in living mist.
The peak itself had been carved into a vast terraced plateau, its edges dropping away into seas of cloud that never fully parted. Pale stone walkways and pill-forging halls rose towards the skies in one layer after another, their roofs tiled in jade-green and moon-white, the overhang of the lower edge of the roofs curving like the wings of resting cranes.
At the highest layer of the mountain peak, a main palace stood, its nine-tiered pagoda roofs stacked in perfect symmetry, each tier hung with spirit lanterns that burned with a soft, unwavering alchemical glow even in daylight.
If it glowed brightly enough to make one's eyes squint, it usually meant a Spirit-Tier Pill had been born.
Like this particular formation, many other formations ringed the entire mountain like concentric rings of silk.
