Behind the door was an empty room.
The only thing in the room was a Furnace used for Alchemy.
The Furnace rested on four legs, its surface covered in lifelike dragon engravings that seemed to writhe.
Beams of light from the Furnace's rim converged in the center, suspending a single bead.
The bead appeared translucent, yet a wisp of black qi swirled within its dim depths.
Song Wanning frowned. The bead didn't look like anything good. Its aura, in particular, was disturbingly familiar to her.
'Is this a Demon?'
A shock went through her, and her expression changed drastically as the aura around her began to roil uncontrollably.
Even the rims of her eyes turned a deep, scarlet red.
The memories of her descent into madness shattered the barriers in her Sea of Consciousness, crashing down on her with overwhelming force.
Her Divine Soul was thrown into turmoil, and blood rushed to her head.
PFFT—
