“Looks good, really good.

As long as you like it.” Dongfang Minghui fawned as she subtly nudged the gleaming knife tip away from herself.

She really didn’t want to argue with this lunatic who looked so much like Lien.

Lien, satisfied with her answer, went back to carving those strange and intricate patterns.

The designs looked simple, but actually carving them was like unraveling a cocoon—each fine line had to be separated and carved individually.

If even one line was wrong, the whole pattern would look ugly and weird.

So, there couldn’t be a single mistake if you wanted the pattern to look noble.

Thinking about it, carving these patterns onto the bow was actually a huge project.

She moved closer to Little Fatty and saw Little Fatty bored, holding Little Bean Sprout and poking at the flower bud, muttering something.

“Little Fatty, do you think there’s anything weird in here?”

“Ah.” Little Fatty lifted the Tianyin Helmet so she could look at it eye to eye.

The helmet was old, covered in countless patterns.

She patted the helmet, then absentmindedly knocked on the wall.

The wall actually echoed faintly, so soft you wouldn’t hear it if you weren’t paying attention.

Little Fatty perked up her ears, listened, and then said “ah ah” to her.

Dongfang Minghui glanced back and forth at Little Fatty, noticing her shiny black eyes looking back at her.

Little Fatty even generously pushed Little Bean Sprout toward her.

“Little Bean Sprout.”

Little Bean Sprout shook its head, looking pretty energetic.

Dongfang Minghui took Little Bean Sprout into her hands.

It felt heavy, and the Tianyin Helmet started spinning in her palm.

When her hand touched it, she could feel the uneven patterns on it.

She stared at it for a while.

“There are old patterns on the Tianyin Helmet too, but I’ve never really looked at them closely.”

“Ah.” That’s right.

Little Fatty knocked on the wall again, and the echo was even louder this time.

Dongfang Minghui almost didn’t dare look at the patterns on the wall.

They were so strange that if you stared too long, things would get blurry and your mind would feel bewitched, like you couldn’t control yourself.

“Little Fatty, look at them, it’s like they’re all dreaming.

Is there any way to wake them up?”

Little Fatty tilted her head, looked at everyone, then walked over and spat a ball of fire at Toothless.

The fire burned a chunk of Toothless’s black hair, instantly pissing her off.

“Little Fatty!”

Toothless conjured a small flame in her hand and flung it at Little Fatty.

Little Fatty dodged quickly, barely avoiding it, but the flame seemed to have a mind of its own and chased after her again.

Little Fatty grabbed Xiao Miao and used her as a shield.

“Ah!” Xiao Miao was terrified of Toothless’s golden-red flames and ran around, bumping into someone.

Everyone ended up in a heap, and the oncoming fire singed them, making their dazed eyes gradually clear up.

Qian Yiling, with Zhi Lan’s help, got up from the ground, confused.

“Why was I sitting on the floor?”

Qian Ziyan glanced at everyone, took the harp out of his metal box, and played a fierce, rhythmic tune.

The music was like rushing water, each wave of sound crashing against the walls.

Soon, a thunderous echo pounded everyone’s eardrums, buzzing loudly.

Dongfang Minghui covered her ears.

She figured anyone bewitched by the patterns would definitely wake up after being bathed in her uncle’s music.

She looked at Seventh sister and saw her staring at the wall patterns with a strange look on her face, completely entranced.

“Did Seventh sister get caught too?”

She hurried over and tugged at her sleeve.

“Seventh sister, snap out of it.”

Qian Wanyu frowned, about to say something, when the noisy music in her ears suddenly stopped.

Qian Ziyan stood up, put the harp back in his metal box, released some spiritual power, and said, “Is everyone awake now?”

Everyone looked at each other, especially Zhi Lan and Mu Sheng, who looked totally lost, not knowing what had happened.

Lien looked at the bow in his hand, his face dark, especially since the bow was covered in the “scribbles” he’d just carved.

He looked disgusted, probably not believing this was his own work, but with the bow in one hand and the knife in the other, the evidence was clear—he couldn’t deny it.

“Uncle, what—what exactly happened?” Mu Sheng was holding a broken vine, a piece from his contracted partner Little Green.

He must have done something stupid while he was out of it, and he looked guilty.

“How did I end up like this?”

He’d actually stuck Little Green’s vine to the wall, like he was trying to use the sap to paint it.

It was terrifying.

Little Green stretched out a tendril and wrapped around his pinky, giving him a comforting touch.

“Everyone, don’t look at the patterns on the wall.

They’re really weird.

If you stare too long, your eyes and mind might get bewitched.” Dongfang Minghui still felt a chill thinking about it.

If Little Colour hadn’t been making a racket in her head, she might have ended up smearing Little Colour on the wall too.

“Right, these patterns are something else.

To avoid getting tricked again, let’s all try not to get close to the walls or get curious about the carvings.”

“Yeah.”

Qian Wanyu’s cold gaze swept over everyone, making sure no one was missing.

The people the old man brought were all in robes, so it was hard to tell if they were awake.

“Since everyone’s here, let’s keep moving and don’t look around.”

Qing Mo kept muttering in her soul sea, “These ancient patterns have types.

The vine-like ones stretching out mean longevity, and the green leaves growing from the vines mean new life.

The meaning is probably tied to immortality.”

“So, these patterns represent immortality?” Qian Wanyu stayed silent, waiting for Qing Mo to finish before drawing her conclusion.

“It’s kind of like that cave behind your Qian Family’s mountain.

Didn’t you get a life-extending pill after going in? Maybe this time you’ll find some rare treasure or something as valuable as that pill.”

Qian Wanyu frowned and kept walking, not in the mood to discuss treasures with Qing Mo.

Now wasn’t the time for treasure hunting.

She felt like she was missing something.

“If the tunnel echoes, maybe there’s an exit ahead.”

Qing Mo argued, “An echo doesn’t always mean an exit.

The path could just be winding, or something else.

There are lots of possibilities.

Did you notice something different?”

Qian Wanyu hesitated for a moment.

“I keep thinking what Ninth Sister said before was probably right.”

“What did she say?”

“Why would these symbolic patterns be carved on the wall for no reason? Aren’t they worried the stone will erode over time and the patterns will disappear? And since when do ordinary walls echo?”

“Crap.” Qing Mo shouted.

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The people at the back started lagging behind, leaving a big gap from those in front.

When they saw Qian Wanyu stop, Qian Yiling said, “Yu’er, should we stop and rest for a bit?”

Qian Yiling had been wanting to talk to her, but never found the chance.

Qian Wanyu glanced at her.

“Rest here for two incense sticks’ time.

Try not to touch anything if you can help it.”

After that, she picked up a moonstone and walked toward the wall.

Qian Yiling followed, quietly reminding her, “This wall is really weird, Yu’er.

Why are you getting close?”

Crack—

Qian Wanyu looked down at her feet, squatted, and examined something.

It was the moonstone that had shattered against the wall hours ago.

It was so strange that she’d just tossed the pieces at her feet.

“Yu’er, what are you looking at?” Qian Yiling leaned over and saw a small lump of black stuff in her hand, but couldn’t make out what it was.

Qian Wanyu was shocked.

After walking for hours, had they just circled back to where they started?

“Mom, is something wrong?”

“Yuer, have you noticed how strange this place is? The scene in front of us hasn’t changed at all, it’s like we’re stuck in a maze.”

Qian Wanyu was surprised her mother noticed something was off in this situation.

She squeezed the moonstone and whispered, “You’re probably right, Mom.

This is the moonstone I broke earlier.

After walking for hours, we ended up right back where we started.

So, do you want to use the Eye of Truth?”

Qian Yiling had already heard her eldest brother mention the Eye of Truth back on Ice Lotus Mountain.

The rumors about the real and fake Eye of Truth didn’t matter much to her—at least she knew who had the real one right now.

“Mm.”

“Alright, let’s borrow it for a bit and see.”

Qian Wanyu cleared her throat, and once everyone’s attention was on her, she said, “There’s something important I need to tell everyone.”

Dongfang Minghui and Toothless were sitting together, warmth radiating from them.

With the air in the tunnel not circulating, it was actually getting a bit hot.

She looked at Qian Wanyu in confusion.

“Seventh sister, go ahead.”

“I just told everyone not to look at the patterns on the walls, but now I have to let you know—we’ve been walking for hours and ended up right back where we started.” Qian Wanyu called Toothless over.

“Lend me a bit of your fire.”

Toothless snorted and lit a small flame in her hand, illuminating the broken moonstone for everyone to see.

“This is the moonstone I tried to embed in the wall a few hours ago when we first got here.

After it broke, I just tossed it at my feet.” Qian Wanyu deliberately placed it right under the old man’s nose so he could see it clearly.

Everyone fell silent, not knowing what to say for a while.

“So, what you’re saying is, we’ve been walking all this time but we’re just going in circles?” Dongfang Minghui could hardly believe it.

The path always seemed to go forward, not even a single turn.

But after what happened before, they’d all avoided looking at the walls and just kept their heads down, so maybe they really had been tricked by some illusion.

“Wanyu, are we trapped in a formation?” Mu Sheng guessed boldly.

Qian Wanyu didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she looked at the old man.

“Sir, do you have a different opinion?”

The old man stood up and said bluntly, “Miss Qian, you want to borrow the Eye of Truth, don’t you?”

“If you have a way out of here, it’s up to you whether we use the Eye of Truth or not.” Qian Wanyu made no effort to hide her intentions.

She actually hadn’t planned to use the Eye of Truth—this place was weird, but she couldn’t see any signs of a formation.

But her mother had always wanted to see the Eye of Truth for herself.

The old man and his people walked forward, probably wanting to see if what Qian Wanyu said was true.

“What are they—”

“Don’t worry, Mom.

They’ll be back.”

Lian looked at his bow, which he usually treasured.

The writing on it had been blurred by the patterns, making it look ugly.

He was both annoyed and reluctant to part with it.

When he walked over to Dongfang Minghui, he knelt down beside her.

“Witch, is there any way to restore my bow to how it was?”

Dongfang Minghui was taken aback, then compared the strange-faced Lian in her memory to the honest man in front of her.

“Let me take a look.”

The bow was made of refined iron, and the patterns seemed to have been etched into the metal itself.

It would be hard to remove them with medicine.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you.

If I find a potion that can erase the marks from the iron, I’ll get it for you.

But—Lian, you should be prepared.”

Lian seemed to understand what she meant.

Dongfang Minghui didn’t know how to comfort him, so she just blurted out, “Actually, the patterns look kind of nice.”

Mu Sheng: “…”

Lian just kept rubbing the engraved letters on the bow.

She’d seen those letters before—they looked like beast tribe script.

She watched as he almost angrily tried to scratch off the patterns he’d carved into the iron, not sure what to say.

Qian Ziyan was sitting nearby, holding a wooden carving she didn’t know when he’d picked up.

The back was covered in those patterns, but luckily the front was untouched.

His ears twitched and he reminded them, “They’re back.”

Qian Wanyu tapped lightly on the wall with her fingers, a few times at a time.

There was always a faint echo that eventually reached her ears, leading her to a disturbing conclusion.

“This isn’t a wall—it’s some kind of metal ore.”

“Try using metal element spiritual power on it.”

“Wait.”

“It’s only been half an hour.

Sir, did you find anything?”

The old man’s hat had fallen off, and he was out of breath, looking pale.

He really had tried to find an exit, but in the end, he hadn’t even seen a shadow of one.

“You say it’s a formation—what’s your evidence?”

Qian Wanyu spread her hands.

“I don’t have any.

It’s just a guess.

To confirm it, we’ll need your help.”

The old man was furious at first, but her words calmed him down.

He could tell she was leaving the decision to him, and he was happy to take charge.

“Fine, let me see what’s going on here.”

The old man rested for a bit, then went to a spot farther from them.

He took the Eye of Truth out of his space, tossed it into the air, and released dark element spiritual power.

The Eye of Truth slowly opened under the influence of the power.

Qian Wanyu kept an eye on her mother out of the corner of her eye and saw her stand up, trembling with excitement.

Luckily, Zhi Lan was there to support her.

Seeing her mother so worked up, she frowned.

“Could that eye have been gouged out of my father’s face—the one I’ve never met?” The thought startled her.

“Uh—” Qing Mo didn’t know what to say.

No matter how he put it, it sounded bad.

He’d already explained that the Eye of Truth had to be made from a living person’s eye.

With her mother so obsessed, the answer seemed obvious.

“You should ask your mother about this.

Don’t let your imagination run wild.”

“Mm.”

In just a moment of distraction, the Eye of Truth was back in the old man’s hand.

He looked flustered.

“The Eye of Truth didn’t react at all.

Either this formation is too powerful, or there’s no formation here at all.”

Qian Wanyu was more inclined to believe the latter.

She said quietly, “In that case, sir, you should rest for a bit.”

The old man snapped, “If we can’t solve this, are we just going to be trapped here?”

Qian Wanyu ignored his shouting and just had Toothless stay by her side.

She whispered, “Is there a way to light this place up? I want to see what it really is.”

“No problem.”

Toothless instantly unleashed fire-type spiritual power, and over a dozen fist-sized fireballs surrounded them.

Qian Wanyu was completely unprepared and was almost burned by the fireballs.

From a distance, Dongfang Minghui watched and thought those ten little fireballs looked like ghostly will-o’-the-wisps.

With a flick of Toothless’s hand, each little fireball floated up into the air, lighting up the area around them.

“Can you make these fireballs bigger?”

Toothless shook her head.

“Ever since we entered this tunnel, the fireballs I release seem to be suppressed.

It’s hard to control their size.

This is as big as I can make them right now.”

Qian Wanyu nodded thoughtfully, but before she could say anything, the ten large fireballs floating in midair suddenly burst into a blinding light.

At the same time, the ground started shaking again.

“What’s going on?!”

“Seventh sister, is it going to collapse?” Dongfang Minghui tried to keep her balance, but still couldn’t help sliding to one side.

“Ah—”

Her hand was grabbed by Little Fatty, who stood firm as if rooted to the ground, cheeks puffed out, looking like he was struggling.

The others each grabbed the person next to them, managing to hold everyone steady.

Some of the people brought by the old man released dark-type spiritual power one after another, trying to huddle together, but it didn’t work out.

They all crashed into a wall together.

Qian Wanyu grabbed the nearest Toothless, closed her eyes, and used her consciousness to see clearly: the ten large fireballs merged into one and shot straight to the top, as if hitting something, causing the ground beneath their feet to shake violently.

The area was bathed in red light, making it feel like they’d accidentally wandered into a volcano.

The ground shook a few more times, and after a loud boom, everything settled down again.

Everyone looked at each other, not moving for a long while.

“Seventh sister, was that another avalanche?”

“Very likely.”

“Yu’er.”

……

Qian Wanyu looked up and was surprised to find that the passage they thought was narrow actually had a ceiling several meters high, square-shaped, with the fire hanging at the top, fitting perfectly, as if it was always meant to be there.

She immediately released a strand of gold-type spiritual power to probe the wall, but a stronger force bounced her power right back.

Qian Wanyu staggered back two steps, blood appearing at the corner of her mouth.

“Seventh sister.”

“I’m fine.”

Toothless stared in disbelief.

“What the hell is this thing? It’s so weird.” That it could actually hurt Qian Wanyu—she refused to admit anyone was stronger than her.

“Let me try.”

Qian Wanyu didn’t stop her, just found it odd that her own probing attack hadn’t caused much of a reaction.

Luckily, she’d only released a small amount of power, but the backlash was still so strong.

If she’d used more, she might have been seriously hurt.

Toothless tried, but all the fire she released was swallowed up by the wall.

It was like punching a cotton ball—no reaction at all.

Her face changed, and she cursed under her breath, “What the hell.”

“Stop trying,” Qing Mo said worriedly.

“You all need to think about how to get out.

See if you can go back to the entrance we came in from.”

“What?”

“I suspect this isn’t a passage, but a lost ancient weapon.”

Qian Wanyu’s eyes trembled slightly.

Looking around, she couldn’t think of any ‘weapon’ this big that could fit all of them inside.

Maybe she was just ignorant, but hearing this from Qing Mo made the situation seem even more serious.

The old man paced back and forth, looking uneasy, especially when he glanced at the fire hanging above them like a blazing little sun, roasting the dozen or so people below.

“What do we do now? Go forward or back?”

Qian Wanyu looked up.

“Ninth Sister, come with me.”

Dongfang Minghui hurried over.

“Seventh sister, is something wrong?”

The old man eyed them suspiciously as the two walked to the front.

Thanks to the fireballs above, the area was brightly lit, so everyone could see what they were doing.

The two intertwined their fingers and communicated in their soul sea.

Dongfang Minghui turned sideways, using Qian Wanyu’s height to block everyone’s view, and Little Colour slipped down to the corner of the wall.

In less than half a stick of incense, Little Colour hurried back into the soul sea.

“Not good, I can’t find the entrance no matter what.

It’s like it’s completely disappeared.”

Both of their hearts skipped a beat.

Dongfang Minghui looked anxious.

“Are you sure you didn’t look in the wrong direction?”

“What direction? I checked everywhere.

There’s no entrance.” Little Colour defended itself urgently.

“Don’t panic yet,” Qian Wanyu said quietly.

The two calmly walked back.

Qian Wanyu pointed at the fireball shining like the sun, radiating endless heat.

“Toothless, why did your fireballs merge on their own?”

Maybe it was the environment or the firelight, but Dongfang Minghui actually saw an embarrassed look on Toothless’s face, which was rare.

Toothless gritted her teeth, stepped on the wall, and leapt up.

But as soon as she touched the flame, the fireball flared even brighter, and a force cut off her connection to it.

Caught off guard, Toothless fell straight down.

“Toothless!”

Qian Wanyu pushed Dongfang Minghui aside, wrapped her hands in spiritual power, and caught Toothless steadily.

Toothless coughed up blood but stubbornly pushed Qian Wanyu’s hands away.

“Damn it, it’s mine—how can I not take it back?”

“Changsheng Cauldron.”

“What?!”

Qing Mo deflated.

“Given the situation, this place is square, the inner walls have Changsheng patterns, and it needs fire to activate.

I remember a cauldron like this.

It could intimidate all directions, a spiritual tool, but after the last Spiritual God disappeared, it’s been gone for at least hundreds of years.”

“Don’t joke around.”

Just then, Toothless was once again forced down by an invisible pressure from above.

Qian Wanyu whipped out her water thunder whip, swung it a few times, and finally helped Toothless land safely.

“Now’s not the time to be stubborn.”

“I—”

“We don’t even know if we’ll get out alive.

Save your strength for when we need it.”

Dongfang Minghui felt bad seeing Toothless so battered, but agreed with Seventh sister.

“Toothless, if this fire is yours, you’ll get it back sooner or later.

Don’t rush, just wait and see.”

Toothless pouted, staring up at the ceiling, wishing he could burn a hole through it with his gaze.

"Yu'er, did something happen?"

"Yeah."

Qian Wanyu glanced at Qian Yiling, then at Qian Ziyan, her expression grave as she spoke slowly, "This thing is very likely the Longevity Cauldron.

I wonder if Mother and Uncle have ever heard of it."

"Impossible!" The old man suddenly roared, startling everyone.

"Why is it impossible?" Dongfang Minghui was most annoyed by this old man.

Seventh sister was speaking just fine, but he had to interrupt.

"How do you know this isn't the Longevity Cauldron? If you had a way out, would you still be stuck here?"

"Ninth Sister." Qian Wanyu gently shook her head at her.

"The old gentleman might have studied the Longevity Cauldron.

If so, please tell us what it's really like, so we can compare and see if I was wrong."

"I—" The old man probably realized he was overreacting.

After all, how could the cauldron that once suppressed all evil appear here? It seemed impossible.

"I've heard of the Longevity Cauldron." Qian Ziyan had admired masters since he was young and loved listening to stories, especially those about Spiritual Saints and Spiritual Gods.

But on the Seven-Colored Continent, only Spiritual Saints had reached the highest level of cultivation.

Spiritual Gods were rare, almost nonexistent—barely half a finger's count.

The Longevity Cauldron belonged to someone who had one foot in the door of becoming a Spiritual God, while the other was still a Spiritual Saint.

It was said that wherever this cauldron appeared, all would submit.

But it was also a kind of alchemy furnace, capable of refining the legendary longevity pills everyone dreamed of.

"Whether it's real or not, no one knows."

Everyone fell silent.

If it was real, the whole continent would be thrown into chaos.

Even life-extending pills caused endless strife, let alone longevity pills.

"Big brother, why have you never mentioned this before?"

"That's because I never believed it.

If there's no evidence, why would I tell you?" Qian Ziyan knew she was talking about their father.

If longevity pills really existed, everyone would do whatever it took to get one for their father.

But the Longevity Cauldron was just a storyteller's tale—how could it be real?

"Wanyu, what makes you think this is the Longevity Cauldron?"

"I once saw a symbol of longevity on the back mountain of our family estate.

That's why I think the carvings on this wall represent longevity.

The vines spreading out seem endless, symbolizing eternity.

The green leaves on the vines represent new life.

And in ancient texts, this long vine has another name: Wanshou Vine."

Hearing those words, Dongfang Minghui looked at Seventh sister in shock.

"Little Colour, is this really the Wanshou Vine?"

"I—don't know.

It's not alive." Little Colour had already been scared by the scene above and hadn't paid attention to the vines on the wall.

"There are millions of spiritual and demonic plants in this world.

How could I remember them all?"

Dongfang Minghui relaxed.

She'd just heard the name and suddenly thought of her own tragic background.

"Seventh sister, is there any story about the Wanshou Vine?"

"It just fits the previous meaning better—longevity, eternal life." Qian Wanyu knew what she was thinking but didn't have time to comfort her.

"Everyone, please look up.

What does that fireball above look like?"

Toothless shot her a disgruntled look.

"What else could it be?"

"The flames look like a proud phoenix's head, and the red glow spreads around like outstretched wings." From a certain angle, it looked like a fiery phoenix reborn from the ashes, soaring through the sky.

Qian Wanyu sighed.

She really didn't want to believe it, but with Qing Mo's explanations, she couldn't help but accept it.

Dongfang Minghui sneered.

Longevity, eternal life—how pathetic.

When the Wanshou clan chose that name, did they ever imagine their future? Now, except for a few scattered survivors and the traitor who fled, the whole clan was gone.

Mu Sheng looked at the fiery red light on both sides, feeling like he was being roasted.

He swallowed hard.

"Am I the only one who thinks it's getting hot in here?"

After just coming from the freezing cold, their bodies instinctively resisted the chill and craved warmth.

But as the temperature rose, the wood-type Spiritual Masters suffered most, because their contracted spiritual plants all complained to them—they were running out of water.

Little Fatty, clutching the Tianyin helmet, ran to Dongfang Minghui, pulling her hand to touch Little Bean Sprout.

Dongfang Minghui didn't feel much yet, but when she held the Tianyin helmet, she could clearly feel the heat inside.

"Little Fatty, let me take care of Little Bean Sprout for now.

You can't hold it anymore."

"Ah." Oh.

She asked Seventh sister for a porcelain bottle of spiritual liquid and found the obsidian soil was very damp, so lack of water wasn't the problem.

"Little Bean Sprout, you brought this on yourself.

I told you to change pots, you wouldn't.

I told you to go into my space, you refused.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be suffering now."

Little Fatty thought she was giving up and anxiously tugged her arm, shaking it.

"Little Fatty, Little Bean Sprout is being burned by the heat and can't take it.

For now, there's no solution." None of them were ice-type Spiritual Masters, but the old man had some people with him who probably were.

Still, she didn't trust them with Little Bean Sprout.

Little Fatty thought over her words but couldn't think of anything else, so he went to tug on Qian Wanyu's sleeve.

Qian Wanyu looked at Little Bean Sprout, then at Mu Sheng and the others who were struggling with the heat.

She patted Little Fatty's head.

"Let me think."

"What else can we do? We're all just waiting to die here, aren't we?" The old man roared in frustration, then suddenly turned on Dongfang Minghui.

Everyone was so focused on the heat and finding a solution that no one noticed.

"Watch out."

Little Colour was engulfed by thick black mist, and the Tianyin helmet flew up, smashing hard into the old man's forehead, splitting it open and making him bleed.

The helmet bounced twice and almost rolled to the wall.

Little Fatty reached out and quickly grabbed it back.

"Little Colour." Dongfang Minghui hurried to catch her.

The black mist followed Little Colour's vine and spread to her, rushing from her arm straight to her brain.

A pair of hands barely managed to block the mist for her.

The black mist clawed and scratched, pouring into Qian Wanyu's palm.

"Seventh sister."

"Yu'er."

The old man burst out laughing, his face crazed, his eyes bulging like a dead fish.

"If we're going to die, let's all die together!"

Qian Wanyu shot him a cold look, quickly took out three porcelain bottles from her space, and handed one to each person.

After Little Colour drank hers and the black mist faded, she weakly retreated into her soul sea.

As the black mist slowly disappeared, the old man looked like a duck being strangled, stunned for a few seconds before going crazy again.

"Impossible! How can you not fear the black threads?!"

"Mother, protect me."

After drinking the potion, Qian Wanyu quickly released all her spiritual power to resist the black mist that had entered her body.

Once she activated her devouring power, she absorbed it all.

Qian Ziyan unfastened the iron box on his back, stood it up, and with a gentle wave, a powerful wind-type spiritual force swept toward them, drawing a line between them and the old man.

"You attacked so eagerly—did you believe those rumors?"

"Rumors?" Dongfang Minghui stared at the Changsheng Cauldron, completely clueless.

"They say this Changsheng Cauldron can burn away all things of darkness, including the black threads on his body." Qianziyan spoke coldly, every word hitting a nerve.

It wasn't just the group of people who felt it—Dongfang Minghui's heart ached too.

Dongfang Minghui opened her mouth.

Seventh sister also had dark spiritual power awakening inside her.

If this Changsheng Cauldron really could burn everything, then wouldn't Seventh sister—

She didn't even dare to think about what would happen next.

"Nonsense! I want all of you to die here with me!"

"Aren't you going to the Dragon Clan's land?"

Dongfang Minghui reminded him blandly.

That one sentence snapped the old man back to his senses, but only for a few seconds.

Clearly, the old man already believed they were inside the Changsheng Cauldron.

As for why the Changsheng Cauldron was buried in this Ice Lotus Mountain, no one bothered to find out anymore.

Despair took over, and all their anger was directed at Dongfang Minghui.

Both sides immediately started fighting to the death.

Dongfang Minghui was completely out of options now.

That old man's sneak attack just now—Little Colour had almost sacrificed its life to block it.

She was running out of hidden weapons, and inside this Changsheng Cauldron, there was nothing extra she could use as a weapon.

"Witch!"

Lynn's long arrows whistled toward the group.

A few arrows missed, but tore through their robes, pinning them straight to the wall.

Suddenly, there was a scream: "Ah—"

No one knew when the wall had turned iron red, as if it had been roasted by fire.

Those unlucky enough to be forced against the wall by Lynn's arrows all screamed in agony, then melted into puddles of blood.

Dongfang Minghui was so scared her heart almost stopped.

She started panicking like an ant on a hot pan.

"What do we do, what do we do, so it wasn't just a rumor, it really does burn everything."

The old man dodged one of Lynn's arrows.

"Let's go."

"Trying to leave?"

Qian Wanyu suddenly opened her eyes, lashing out with her Water Thunder Whip.

She sneered, "This isn't a place you can just leave whenever you want.

Besides, I've been sick of you for a long time, old man."

Qian Yiling was also deeply worried.

Back then, the death aura in her body hadn't been dealt with, and she happened to get pregnant.

She guessed that was when the death aura flowed from her body into the fetus, which was why Yu'er awakened dark spiritual power.

"Big brother, what do we do now?"

"Let's just wait and see."

Qianziyan's words earlier were just to scare the old man, to rattle them a bit.

He never expected the fire to turn on them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Toothless trying to climb up the wall and take the flames down.

"She touched the wall and nothing happened to her.

Could that rumor actually be true?"

Changsheng Cauldron, burning all things of darkness.