The ancient and weathered bronze cauldron is covered with mysterious runes, but inside it is a chaotic, deep and dark void, like a void universe.
On the other side of the bronze cauldron, a cloud of pitch-black mist drifted by.
Chu Mo was dumbfounded.
He knew that the black mist was probably the so-called divine and demonic aura.
But what about this bronze cauldron?
Not long after.
The old man left and then returned.
However, in his hands, there was now a bowl of medicinal soup brimming with spiritual energy.
I saw the old man push the door open and come in.
Chu Mo hurriedly got up from the bed, knelt on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed three times to the old man, his face sincere and solemn.
"I will forever remember my master's great kindness and virtue!"
Although the old man did not ask him to become his disciple, the kindness of saving his life and imparting his teachings was greater than the heavens.
He believed that kowtowing to one's master was a matter of course.
Seeing him kneel down, the old man couldn't help but sigh with emotion, but he didn't back down, clearly having already accepted him as his disciple.
"This divine herb is a unique medicinal herb found only in this place. It will be very beneficial to you. Drink it."
Chu Mo quickly did as instructed.
At this moment, the old man's gaze towards him became even more kind and gratified.
"I know you are very curious about this world, and you must want to know if you can go back, right?"
"Master, can I really go back?"
Chu Mo was overjoyed. He had thought about this question many times, but had never asked it before.
Before his master saved him, they made a promise that he had to grant him one thing.
In Chu Mo's opinion, regardless of whether he could go back or not, he definitely couldn't leave until that matter was resolved.
Unexpectedly, his master brought it up on his own initiative today. How could he not be pleasantly surprised?
"It's easy to go back."
The old man pointed to the blue stone hanging around his neck and sighed softly:
"You have been recognized as the master of the Transcendental Array. Although it has not yet fully recovered, the remaining energy is enough to take you back to the place where you first came from."
Chu Mo was shocked. He had found this stone in his grandfather's cabinet when he was a child. It was said to have been picked up from the Kunlun Mountains.
He thought it looked nice, so he's been wearing it ever since.
I never imagined that I would end up here thanks to him.
There's really nowhere to reason with them.
After he calmed down a bit, the old man continued:
"Lingyin Village is the only village in the Burial God Abyss, and people have lived there for nearly ten thousand years."
"With the Burial Abyss of Gods as the center, the entire area within a thousand miles is shrouded in the Imprisoning Heaven Array, which opens once every ten thousand years, during which outsiders cannot enter."
Chu Mo listened with amazement and couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Master, was Lingyin Village the one that was trapped here when it opened last time?"
"To say I was exhausted wouldn't be accurate, but I was definitely left here at that time."
The old man didn't say much about this topic, and continued:
"The area outside the forbidden zone is called the Kunlun Realm, which is said to have many cultivators as well as many ordinary people."
"I have never been outside and am not aware of the true situation outside."
Chu Mo listened with a look of amazement.
I've actually transmigrated into a world of cultivators?
I wonder if this Kunlun Realm is related to the Kunlun Mountains on Earth?
However, he didn't think much of it; it was probably just a coincidence of names.
After all, one is the world, and the other is just a larger mountain range; they are not the same concept at all.
It was only then that Chu Mo learned that his master's name was Qin Potian.
As for the rest, he didn't say much.
I don't know why.
The master knew everything about his internal condition.
But he was completely oblivious to the small bronze cauldron.
Chu Mo thought it over and over again, but ultimately didn't say it.
Although he didn't know what kind of treasure it was, he had a vague feeling that his survival and escape from the palace must be related to it.
Even its master can't detect its existence now, which shows how extraordinary it is.
Faced with enormous profits, even brothers can turn against each other. He wouldn't risk his life to test human nature.
After finishing their small talk, the old man finally got back to the main topic.
"Your soul is too weak right now. Don't try to refine the evil energy, or you will surely die."
"All you have to do is survive the monthly bursts of malevolent energy and try to live a little longer. Remember that!"
The old man looked at him with a serious expression, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.
"Continue your training. In seven days, you will face your first life-or-death test!"
"Yes, Master!"
Chu Mo nodded firmly, then sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.
Seven days later.
A heart-wrenching wail echoed throughout the entire valley.
Countless simply dressed villagers looked in bewilderment at the wooden house halfway up the mountain.
However, that was the ancestor's residence, and no one dared to go up and check it out casually.
Qin Potian stood quietly outside the door, showing no intention of interfering.
No one can help him with this.
More than ten minutes later.
Chu Mo was still screaming miserably, but his voice was already hoarse and low.
His face was deathly pale, and the veins on his forehead and neck bulged out like earthworms, a terrifying sight.
His lips were bitten until they bled, and his whole body was trembling violently and uncontrollably.
The pain comes in waves, each stronger than the last, never ceasing.
He desperately wished he could faint from the pain, but it was destined to be a pipe dream.
Whenever he was about to faint, a cool sensation would always come from the small cauldron in his mind, keeping him awake.
At that moment, he had already cursed Xiao Ding's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.
Although he didn't know whether Xiao Ding had any ancestors.
Half a day later.
The torture continues...
Chu Mo was about to collapse; his consciousness was on the verge of exploding, as if his head would explode at any moment.
His body swayed precariously, his cracked mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
The ground around them was soaked with sweat.
At that moment, he did not notice.
The bronze cauldron in his mind had undergone tremendous changes.
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