Burning Heaven Cauldron Acts Fiercely (Part 1)

"What is this?"

A shared thought arose in everyone's minds. At this moment, the Burning Heaven Cauldron was entirely different from before. Even without any spiritual power poured into it, crimson patterns flickered across the cauldron's body. These crimson lines were like small snakes, continuously coiling around the bronze surface.

Terrifying Pressure spilled out.

"A treasure artifact!?"

"And it's a treasure artifact of no ordinary grade at that. Where did Ning Fan get it from!?"

A shocked exclamation rang out, voicing the doubts in everyone's hearts. Logically speaking, how could a Changming Peak disciple like Ning Fan obtain a treasure artifact?

Even for a main peak with deep foundations like Yin Yang Peak, treasure artifacts were exceedingly rare. The flying sword in Zhao Zhou's hand had been given to him by the Zhao Family, not Yin Yang Peak.

Yet Ning Fan had no background to speak of.

It was simply too bizarre.

Clang—

The flying sword accurately struck the cauldron's body, emitting the sharp sound of clashing metal. The Burning Heaven Cauldron remained completely motionless, while the flying sword was repelled over ten meters away.

Buzz—

The flying sword stabilized in mid-air, but its blade trembled continuously, emitting bursts of buzzing sounds that resembled a weeping cry.

"What!?"

Zhao Zhou's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks as he stared in shock at the small cauldron in Ning Fan's hand.

What exactly was this small cauldron!?

During that brief collision, Zhao Zhou actually felt as if his flying sword was going to be shattered by the small cauldron. One must know, his flying sword was a Profound-Tier Middle Grade treasure artifact. Yet even so, it had actually fallen at a disadvantage in a direct clash!?

"Be careful."

Zhao Zhou sternly warned Zhao Chuang and Zhao Feixing.

They did not need his reminder. The moment Zhao Chuang and Zhao Feixing saw the flying sword return without success, they immediately raised their guard to the absolute limit.

But in the next moment.

Buzz—

Ning Fan held his palm out, and the Burning Heaven Cauldron floated into mid-air on its own. As spiritual power poured into it, the Burning Heaven Cauldron rapidly expanded against the wind!

It transformed into a massive cauldron taller than a grown man!

The ancient runes coiled around the cauldron's ears lit up one after another. Dark red light rapidly coursed and spread along the cloud and thunder patterns on its belly, as if thousands of crimson snakes had awakened to slither beneath its bronze skin. A blistering aura suddenly gushed forth.

A furious torrent of crimson-gold soared into the sky, transforming into a pure, blinding incandescence before finally condensing into terrifying, liquid-like magma. The fiery waves billowed toward the heavens. Scorching air currents swept the surroundings like invisible giant palms, displaying the artifact's true, ferocious might before everyone's eyes.

"What is this thing!?"

"This power has clearly surpassed what Profound-Tier Low Grade or Middle Grade treasure artifacts can possess. Could it be a half-step Earth Grade, or even a genuine Earth Grade treasure artifact!?"

"How can Ning Fan possess such a terrifying treasure artifact!?"

Several shocked exclamations rang out, echoing the overwhelming astonishment in everyone's hearts. At this moment, even the experienced Walking Disciples and the chief disciples of the various main peaks could not help but reveal deep solemnity in their eyes.

Obtaining treasure artifacts was entirely a matter of fate. Even for Earth Extreme Realm Cultivators, wielding Profound-Tier treasure artifacts-or even lacking a treasure artifact entirely-was perfectly normal.

Yet Ning Fan...

A late-stage Profound Extreme Realm Cultivator actually possessed an Earth Grade treasure artifact!?

It was truly unbelievable.

In a corner not far away.

An External Sect Cultivator was completely stunned upon seeing the Burning Heaven Cauldron appear. Intense regret filled his eyes, and he looked as though he was about to grind his teeth to dust.

Indeed.

This person was precisely the stall owner who had sold the small cauldron to Ning Fan. Realizing that he had accepted a mere thousand Spirit Stones in exchange for a suspected Earth Grade treasure artifact, he felt so much regret that he wanted to bash his head against a wall. That was an Earth Grade treasure artifact!

A priceless treasure!

Let alone one thousand Spirit Stones, even ten thousand Spirit Stones wouldn't be enough to buy a single ear of that cauldron!

The next moment, he narrowed his eyes, a trace of dark gloom flashing through his gaze.

"Swallow!"

Ning Fan ignored the surrounding clamor. With a calm, measured command, the Burning Heaven Cauldron abruptly tilted. Its pitch-black mouth aimed directly at Zhao Zhou and the others. A sense of foreboding suddenly gripped the trio's hearts.

Before the three could react.

The Burning Heaven Cauldron suddenly rushed toward them. Simultaneously, a terrifying suction force erupted from the cauldron's mouth, instantly dragging the unprepared Zhao Zhou and his two companions inside.

"Swallow!"

Ning Fan flipped his palm. The Burning Heaven Cauldron rotated in mid-air, its pitch-black mouth now sweeping toward Yun Qingyao and the remaining dozen or so Zhao Family disciples.

Whoosh—

A violent gale swept through. Along with Yun Qingyao, the dozen remaining Zhao Family disciples were all sucked into the void. In an instant, only one person remained on the battlefield.

"I suppose I should go in too."

Ning Fan lowered his gaze. He didn't need the Burning Heaven Cauldron to pull him in. Tapping the ground with a single foot, he leaped high into the air and jumped directly into the cauldron's mouth.

The onlookers exchanged wide-eyed glances.

The chaotic and violent battlefield from just moments ago was now completely empty. Well, not entirely empty-the massive Burning Heaven Cauldron still hovered there. But as for the battle itself, the spectators could no longer see a single thing.

However, even if they couldn't see it, everyone could imagine.

The situation inside the Burning Heaven Cauldron had to be extremely perilous. Except this time, the ones facing the peril were likely Zhao Zhou and his group.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Burning Heaven Cauldron.

Thud, thud, thud—

Several figures fell into the cauldron's internal space like dumplings dropping into a pot. Suddenly thrust into this unfamiliar environment, all the Zhao Family disciples became extremely cautious.

They quickly formed a defensive circle, carefully guarding against their surroundings.

A brief moment later.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao also landed within the cauldron.

The two groups stood in stark opposition.

"Ning Fan."

"Just what is this treasure artifact of yours!?"

Zhao Zhou stared at Ning Fan, a trace of intense vigilance flashing in his eyes. He immediately manipulated his flying sword, directing it to stab straight into the internal wall of the cauldron.

Clang—

The flying sword struck the bronze surface with a sharp metallic crash, yet it failed to leave even a single mark.

It was instantly repelled.

"We can't break it?"

Zhao Chuang and Zhao Feixing spoke with grave expressions.

"Hmph."

"So what? This is just an isolated space. We have three personal disciples, plus twelve disciples."

"Are you saying we still can't deal with Ning Fan and his Dao Companion?"

Zhao Zhou coldly rebuked.

"If we can't break this treasure artifact, then we just need to kill Ning Fan. I refuse to believe this thing can still trap us after its master dies."

Hearing Zhao Zhou's logic, Zhao Chuang, Zhao Feixing, and the remaining twelve Zhao Family disciples instantly felt a wave of relief.

Exactly.

Just kill Ning Fan!

"Attack!"

Zhao Zhou waved his hand, sending his flying sword rushing toward Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao. Zhao Chuang, Zhao Feixing, and the other twelve Zhao Family disciples followed closely behind.

Seeing the approaching enemies, Yun Qingyao's eyes grew serious. However, Ning Fan simply raised his hand, stopping her from stepping forward.

In the next moment.

Ning Fan formed a series of profound hand seals. The Human Seal instantly condensed before him. With a fierce thrust of his palms, Ning Fan sent the Human Seal flying forward.

But it was not aimed at Zhao Chuang, Zhao Feixing, or the other disciples.

Instead, it shot toward one of the three empty recesses on the cauldron's inner wall!

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