Seeing that the situation was not good, the Imperial Cauldron did not delay. It was already hovering above Feng Bingwen's head, ready to take him away at any time. At this moment, it emitted immortal light and tore through the void in an instant.
"Walk!"
Feng Bingwen was swept along, glancing reluctantly at this land of the underworld, which contained countless opportunities, before being carried into the boundless darkness, a gap between nothingness.
"It's over!"
Just as he was enveloped in darkness, Feng Bingwen heard a sigh that was faintly mixed with despair and sorrow. Before he could understand what was happening, he felt as if he had lost all sense of perception.
That was true darkness. All five senses were lost. Even when he projected his divine sense, he could only see a void of darkness. He could not perceive anything.
When everything before him returned to normal, all he saw was a dark sky, with a clearly visible aura of death and a faint stench of decay floating in the air.
Clang!
A dull thud sounded as a familiar three-legged, two-eared cauldron crashed to the ground, creating a small, shallow crater at his feet.
"Damn it, what's wrong with you?"
Looking at the small, broken cauldron at his feet, which resembled one of those artificially aged items sold at antique stalls to deceive laymen, Feng Bingwen was astonished. Celestial artifacts possess divine intent, and this was the first time he had ever seen a spiritual celestial artifact so destitute.
"Kid, isn't the situation obvious enough?"
A weak voice echoed in his mind. This spiritual artifact had directly communicated with Feng Bingwen, but it seemed to lack even the strength to utter a sound.
"You weren't like this when you confidently promised me!"
Feng Bingwen's face darkened. He understood, of course, but this was not the outcome he had hoped for.
"I never imagined the situation would escalate to such a terrible point!"
"How bad is it? Didn't you promise me that even if a celestial being blocked your way, you could still slip away with me?"
"But the one blocking the way isn't a celestial being at all! Otherwise, I would have already taken you away and we might already be back at the Supreme Dao Mountain Gate reporting the situation."
"..."
Feng Bingwen fell silent, not wanting to say a word. He silently squatted down and picked up the small cauldron, which had shrunk to less than the size of a palm. When he gently turned the small, broken cauldron halfway around, his twin penises immediately shrank.
On the small cauldron inscribed with various Taoist characters, there was an extremely tiny palm print with five distinct fingers and clear outlines.
Looking at the palm print, Feng Bingwen, who hadn't felt anything before, suddenly felt a chill. He could imagine that in that boundless darkness, a hand large enough to blot out the sky and even beyond his perception had struck down.
The magical artifact that was protecting him, preparing to fly away from this vast underworld, was directly struck by the cauldron and forced to fall from the void back into the underworld, unable to escape.
"Boy, if you have even a shred of conscience, take me into your dantian and nurture me properly! If I hadn't risked my life to protect you, you wouldn't even have any dust left."
"..."
Faced with the facts, Feng Bingwen immediately absorbed the spiritual artifact into his Qi Sea, and the boundless magical power within his Qi Sea surged towards the artifact.
The situation is extremely critical. Feng Bingwen naturally understands the gravity of the matter. Although the Jade Void Immortal Cauldron cannot take him away, having a spiritual artifact with him can at least give him some protection and help him survive this sudden turn of events.
At this moment, the immortal artifact was damaged and its power greatly reduced. The most urgent task was to help it recover quickly. However, Feng Bingwen looked inward at his dantian and saw the vast magical power in his dantian surging into the mouth of the small immortal cauldron.
This magical artifact, however, accepted everything without hesitation, devouring all of his vast magical power like a whale sucking water, leaving not a drop. It was like a bottomless abyss, endlessly consuming without any sign of stopping. In no time, Feng Bingwen felt a profound emptiness within his body.
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"Alright, that's enough. If I swallow any more, you'll probably be too weak to stand up. By then, even if I recover, you'll be finished!"
"Damn it!"
Looking at the appearance of the spiritual artifact in his dantian, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but curse aloud. At this moment, he had almost no mana left in his dantian.
However, looking at this magical artifact, it was still exactly the same as before. Compared to its terrible state just now, there was no change whatsoever. It was still dull and lifeless, and the palm print engraved on it showed no sign of disappearing.
How much have you recovered?
"You mere immortal, with such meager magical power, you think you can erase the marks on my body? That's wishful thinking! At least have some self-awareness!"
"Since it's useless, why did you absorb so much of my magic power? Aren't you just holding me back?"
Feng Bingwen's face darkened as he grumbled and cursed. He could easily tell that the immortal artifact was looking down on his low cultivation level, but what could he do about it?
In the early stages, he could make rapid progress thanks to his physical constitution, but after embarking on the path of immortality, it was no longer a matter of aptitude. Many things required perseverance and gradual accumulation before he could finally achieve great things and attain the Dao of Longevity.
"Although your magic power is somewhat lacking, it is still of some use. Even if you swallow a little bit, I can still lend a hand. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to move at all."
The Imperial Void Cauldron said lazily.
"Besides, with your physique, you'll recover in no time. Why worry about this? This amount of magic power is enough for you to handle any crisis. If it's not enough, isn't there me here to back you up?"
"Alright, wait until we're out of danger before you start bragging to me!"
At this moment, Feng Bingwen dared not fly in the sky. He hovered low at a distance of three feet above the ground, then concealed his aura and dared not show off anymore. Even his thoughts of hunting those Nether Beasts with Ancient Bloodlines had become much less intense.
"What are you afraid of, kid?"
"Tell me? Why aren't you afraid?"
Feng Bingwen replied irritably that if a Celestial Immortal attacked him, he wouldn't be able to withstand it, let alone the one who attacked him this time, who was even higher than a Celestial Immortal.
Although it wasn't directly aimed at him, this mere interception still filled him with despair. What could he do? He was just a newbie who had just embarked on the path of immortality.
"Because he attacked me! Hehe!"
As he spoke, the Imperial Void Cauldron let out a lewd laugh, like an old rogue who had taken advantage of a virgin, or a weasel that had successfully stolen a chicken, extremely smug.
"I know he hit you; one slap almost turned you into scrap metal!"
"Kid, don't you understand? The key is that the old man was too arrogant and attacked me."
"Um!?"
Feng Bingwen also realized what was happening at this moment, and seemed to understand something.
"Like the Five Elements Heavenly Wheel, I also have a master, but my master is not as weak as you, boy Feng!"
"I've remembered those words. I will come looking for you again in five hundred years!"
Feng Bingwen's emotions had calmed down by now.
As the saying goes, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. At this moment, a magical artifact was almost destroyed by the blow. So how will the owner of this magical artifact react?
"What do you want to do? A mere five hundred years, what great achievements do you expect? Becoming an Earth Immortal would be quite an accomplishment for you. Are you trying to get revenge?"
"If five hundred years isn't enough, then train for another five hundred years!"
"Hey, you've got a heart that's barely bigger than the eye of a needle!"
"Yes! As you wish!"
"My master is on his way. Once he gets you out, be careful, I'll tell him all about you, saying you're petty!"
"Go ahead and sue me. What punishment can you give me? At most, you can punish me by making me go into seclusion for a hundred years. I would be more than happy to do that!"
"Young man, instead of wasting your time arguing with me here, you'd better hurry up, because there's not much time left. Once you get out of here, I doubt you'll have another chance to come back in."
The Imperial Cauldron changed the subject, and the accusations were just jokes. There are quite a few narrow-minded cultivators, but no sect or faction would punish their disciples for such things unless they committed a serious offense.
"..."
Just as things seemed to take a turn for the better, Feng Bingwen once again unleashed his boundless blood energy as a living being, attracting as many savage beasts as possible from the surrounding area.
With a sharp, hoarse cry, the dark clouds in the sky parted, turning into wisps of cloud that spread across the sky. A roc that had cast a powerful shadow on the ground swooped down toward Feng Bingwen.
Unlike the golden-winged roc that Feng Bingwen had seen before, this roc's wings were dark and dull in color, with wisps of decaying gray-white aura swirling around them. An ominous aura emanated from it, indicating that this was a demonic beast that had descended to earth and was bound to bring about the destruction of a nation.
However, encountering a reckless and unrestrained immortal like Feng Bingwen in the underworld would truly be courting death.
"town!"
Feng Bingwen formed a hand seal, and the Peng bird, which was originally swooping down towards him at high speed, crashed into him ten feet in front of him at an even faster speed, stirring up a large amount of mud and sand debris, and billowing dust, making the sky even darker.
"cut!"
The best way to deal with things from the underworld is to burn them with the most powerful and yang true fire of the sun. However, once burned, not even ashes will remain.
Therefore, Feng Bingwen could only choose to fight with a more complicated sword formation, removing all the rotten and stiff flesh from these Nether Beasts, leaving only their skeletons, each carrying different divine intents, as provisions for the Ancient Sword Tower to devour, in order to increase its capital and enhance its foundation for further advancement.
"Faster! You don't have much time left!"
"What's the point of rushing? If I get it, I'm lucky; if I lose it, it's my fate."
"You're quite open-minded!"
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