The fiery-red sun rose from the horizon, its scorching rays tearing apart the night sky and shining upon every corner of the land.

On a certain mountain peak, Zhou Yuan was seated within a giant wooden vat. The vat was filled with viscous golden liquid, which was currently boiling like oil. Despite this, Zhou Yuan remained calm and composed; only the occasional tremble of his flesh betrayed the pain he was enduring.

Over the past eight days of travelling, he had tirelessly ...