A quiet courtyard, a curling wisp of furnace smoke. Rain and shine through the seasons; day and night in the mortal realm.
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Your master has passed, leaving you only a modest courtyard, an apothecary shop, and an old stone furnace for practice. The embers have yet to cool, and the path of the alchemical Dao lies open. From this day forth, the furnace is yours to tend.
Myriad pills, boundless recipes—all at your fingertips: Guided by the intrinsic properties of herbs, any blade of grass or branch of wood can become medicine. Ten thousand recipes are yours to create.
Sacred cauldrons and spirit flames, each a world within: Collect dozens of treasured cauldrons and rare flames born of heaven and earth. Gentle and fierce fires each work their own wonders, their unique properties complementing one another.
A hundred spirit herbs, gathered across mountains and rivers: From celestial treasures to humble wild grasses, every spirit plant holds its own secret conditions of growth and echoes of ancient lore.
Three thousand seekers crossing your threshold: Mortals and cultivators alike arrive at your door, each swept along by the tides of fate. A single choice—the pill you bestow from your furnace—can rewrite the course of an entire life.
A Heavenly Cycle Within the Cauldron
Discern. Harmonize. Circulate. Condense.
A pill has no fixed recipe; all herbs follow the truth of nature. With no formulas to memorize, master the mutual generation and restraint of herbs to deduce and create countless divine pills.
The medicinal essence courses through spirit veins. When the moment ripens, nine pill marks manifest of their own accord.
Once introduced into the cauldron, the herbs dissolve into a thread of spirit liquid, circulating through the heavenly cycles. Guide its path with flame, purifying pill toxins and gathering medicinal potency. As condensation nears, hold your breath and wait; the moment opportunity strikes, withdraw the flame. If your deduction holds true, nine pristine pill marks will rise upon its surface. But take one wrong step, and a cauldron full of painstaking effort will turn to ash.
Within one cauldron, an entire world.
Myriad Pills and Boundless Formulas
Myriad pills, boundless recipes—all at your fingertips. Born of your mind, shifting in infinite variations.
The order of ingredients, the flow of qi, the balance of gentle and fierce flames—a hair's breadth of difference yields an entirely different pill. From the humble stone furnace of your apprentice days to the Tianyan Boundless Cauldron that plunders the creations of heaven and earth, every vessel holds unique wonders. Only with extraordinary flames at your command can you refine ninth-tier treasures and attain the pinnacle of the alchemical craft.
Pills hold no fixed form; the true fire burns within the heart.
Tending the Apothecary
Open your doors to guests from all eight directions; strike the gavel to claim the treasures of the four seas.
Fresh from the cauldron, your pills are displayed on the shelves as business begins. Rogue cultivators, caravan guards, and traveling scholars wander past your counter to inspect goods and haggle over prices. Desperate souls also knock at your door, seeking only a curative pill to save a life. Beneath the tranquil streets, undercurrents stir: market prices rise and fall with the turbulent winds of the cultivation world. Only those who read the trends will amass boundless wealth.
Once you have gathered enough spirit stones, journey to the Tiangong Pavilion for its grand auction—held once every sixty days—to vie for legendary treasures. Yet great wealth inevitably stirs greed. As your fortune grows, covetous eyes will turn your way. Will you hire cultivators to safeguard your honest trade, or accept shadowy dealings in the black market for quick fortune? The balance between righteousness and corruption rests upon your every choice.
Behind a single counter, witness the myriad faces of the cultivation world.
Joys and Sorrows
Every seeker bears their own joys and sorrows: one pill may deliver them from calamity; one vow may bind you in pursuit of immortality.
Those who seek your medicine carry their own trials and obsessions. An urgent letter by carrier pigeon might tell of a close friend trapped in mortal peril, their life hanging by a thread. Refine the right life-saving pill in time, and those you rescue will repay your benevolence—settling in your courtyard to tend the herb beds and guard your gates. As bonds deepen and karma intertwines, you may even forge a bond of dual cultivation, walking the path of immortality together as inseparable companions.
Life and death held in a single cauldron; salvation delivered in a single thought.
The Tree of Creation
Nurture the Dao through alchemy; unite ten thousand paths into one. Forge a journey to immortality that is uniquely your own.
Rooted within your spiritual sense stands a divine tree. As your cultivation deepens, it matures from a tender sapling into a towering celestial tree of creation that bridges heaven and earth. Six profound branches stretch into the unknown; each time a golden bud unfurls and a bough extends, it bestows unique alchemical abilities and karmic blessings. The day this Dao Tree flourishes in full bloom is the day your mastery reaches the realm of the divine.
Its roots channel heaven and earth; in the completed pill, glimpse eternal life.
Spirit Fields of the Four Seasons
Seasons follow heaven’s course; rain and snow brush the fields into art.
Between firings of the furnace, take a quiet walk through the courtyard. Draw spirit water to soak the rich soil, watching herbs sprout and wither across the quiet flow of years. Spring rain coaxes green buds, summer foliage drapes the walkway, autumn leaves the beds rich with scent, and winter dusts the ridges with soft snow. As the fields become fertile ground, ancient and elusive herbs take root. Cared for by the companions at your side, this solitary road to eternity finds its own quiet warmth.
Ascending Through Alchemy
Within the Tianyan Boundless Cauldron lies a universe. Nine tiers, nine pill marks—ascend to immortality through the divine elixir.
A cauldron of true fire burns through a century of solitude; the fragrance of medicinal herbs pierces through the nine heavens. The pinnacle of the ninth tier has long transcended mortal herbalism—it wrestles with heaven and earth for creation, seizing the very spark of life. The moment the divine pill emerges from the cauldron, clouds churn across the firmament, and the nine-heavens lightning tribulation descends with a deafening roar. Standing resolute before your vessel, you face heaven's wrath with a lifetime of alchemical mastery, stepping through the thunder toward final ascension.
Seek the Dao through alchemy; let thunder shake the nine heavens.
A Word from the Developer
Once upon a time, cultivating immortality and refining pills lived only in books and dreams. I imagined soaring on a flying sword through the winds, attaining sudden enlightenment that turned silver hair youthful once more, and climbing beyond the highest peak to finally behold the Heavenly Gate.
This time, there are no flying swords to ride, no demons to slay—only a solitary cauldron to tend.
A single herb, a gentle flame: step onto the Dao through alchemy, and temper your spirit in the fire.
One day, when the nine-mark pill is finally wrought and heavenly lightning descends upon your quiet courtyard, you will prove your Dao through the pill and ascend into immortality.
A gentle flame tends a weathered scroll; herbs trace the spirit veins to gather light.
The spirit conceives the Dao to sprout a sacred tree; misty rains over furrows awaken sweet fragrance.
At the third watch, lamplight warms the cauldron; by the fifth watch, doors open to a hall of eager guests.
A single pill in hand decides life and death; nine turns complete the elixir, shaking the heavens above.
