This cauldron left an indelible impression on Shi Hao, originating from the broken altar beneath the Black Abyss in the ancient ruins of the Immortal Ancient Era. The first time he saw it there, it etched itself into his memory.
However, what he had seen back then was likely just an illusion—a remnant imprint carved into the void in ages past.
Now, at last, he was seeing it again—this time, in its true, physical form.
A dim world, a desolate battlefield, scorched earth, and scattered bones stretched endlessly.
The three-legged, two-eared cauldron shimmered with the luster of various divine metals, wreathed in the Primordial Chaos Qi of heaven and earth. Within its mouth lay an unfathomable chaos, as if nurturing an entire universe.
Blood adorned the cauldron—deep crimson and radiant, each drop seemingly containing a vast world within, profound and enigmatic, impossible to decipher.
Shi Hao was certain—this blood was the same as the drop he carried within him, left behind by unimaginably powerful beings!
Upon closer inspection, he realized there was more than one type of blood—at least several, all belonging to supreme beings, the essence of peerless experts.
The cauldron appeared ancient, its engravings blurred but still discernible—depictions of stars, lightning, divine birds, fierce beasts, and venomous creatures, all manner of beings.
Yet, many of these creatures were unfamiliar to him, never before seen.
Shi Hao stepped forward, approaching it.
**Boom!**
The entire world seemed on the verge of collapse—all because the cauldron had trembled slightly.
In that instant, Shi Hao felt as though he was about to shatter, his existence ending alongside this world, annihilated in this place.
He was stunned. What kind of cauldron was this? A mere tremor threatened to destroy heaven and earth!
This was no illusion—it was a tangible experience. His mind was clear; he had truly sensed that bizarre divine perception.
Fortunately, the moment passed. He did not perish, for the cauldron fell silent once more, its aura receding, stabilizing the world.
A cauldron of such power—who could have forged it?
Shi Hao stared at it, silent.
Who sought him, commanding this cauldron? Could a peerless master be slumbering within?
Yet, the cauldron’s depths were obscured by Primordial Chaos Qi and unfathomable darkness, hiding its true nature.
“Why have you come for me?” Shi Hao asked, his voice eerily calm. Faced with this supreme treasure, he felt neither joy nor sorrow—only equality.
This subtle shift puzzled even him. How could he feel no reverence before such an immortal cauldron?
The cauldron glowed, its surface shimmering with the radiance of nine divine metals, interwoven with Primordial Chaos Qi, growing ever more mysterious.
Within, a shadowy figure seemed to rise—only to dissipate moments later.
The blood—those ruby-like drops of imperial essence—quivered, emitting a voice.
“I… came too early.”
Just a few words, yet they carried the weight of eternity—loneliness, resignation, exhaustion.
The voice was neither male nor female, more a divine thought than sound.
“Who are you?” Shi Hao pressed.
But the cauldron fell silent.
For as they spoke, the heavens erupted. Infinite lightning intertwined with supreme might, threatening to descend.
Shi Hao shuddered. What kind of tribulation was this, suppressing all laws, as if to annihilate existence itself?
All of this—merely because of their words.
**Boom!**
Lightning struck from the sky, surpassing all. More terrifying than the tribulations of ascending immortals.
The cauldron surged upward, its mouth radiating nine-colored light, drawing in all the thunder, absorbing the wrath of the heavens.
The world trembled, yet the cauldron extinguished the storm.
Then, it exhaled wisps of Primordial Chaos Qi, mending the shattered void, severing all karmic ties.
Shi Hao watched, awestruck. Why?
He recalled ancient texts stating that only unimaginable upheavals could provoke such divine retribution.
Yet, his mere attempt to converse with the cauldron had triggered this cataclysm. Unthinkable.
Did speaking to this cauldron threaten the very fabric of reality?
How?
If mere words could cause this, what unimaginable secrets lay within?
“Where do you come from?” Shi Hao asked.
“Not of the past, not of the present,” the cauldron replied.
And with those words, the heavens convulsed. Immortal light streaked across the sky, thunder cascaded like waterfalls—countless bolts descending.
**Boom!**
The cauldron blazed, countless patterns emerging like divine arrays, sealing the heavens, refining the tribulation itself!
Shi Hao marveled. What being could wield such power?
Even immortal-grade lightning was refined—was this cauldron akin to an Immortal King?
As the world calmed, Shi Hao’s mind raged like a stormy sea.
If the cauldron spoke true—it came from… the future?
Shi Hao shuddered. Though he had suspected, facing it now chilled him to the bone.
“You are not of the past or present—have you come from the future?” Shi Hao forced calm into his voice, though his heart raced.
Silence.
The cauldron offered no reply.
But the heavens roared louder, thunder intensifying, immortal qi saturating the air, as if the world itself would end.
Had his question been too great?
Too dangerous for the cauldron to answer, lest it unleash an unfathomable calamity?
Shi Hao was stunned. If true, this was an admission through silence.
Gods above—was this truly a being from the future? Unthinkable.
What cataclysm could drive someone to seek him now?
He remembered their first meeting in the Black Abyss—the cauldron had come seeking aid.
If all this connected—what horrors awaited the future?
The more he pondered, the darker his thoughts grew. A future shrouded in mist, uncertain, unsettling.
**Boom!**
Lightning struck again, provoked by his question.
The cauldron trembled violently, its crimson blood glowing, repelling the storm.
Shi Hao stood frozen, his back drenched in cold sweat. He dared not speak further.
Even the cauldron feared the consequences.
Now, he could only guess.
His mind raced—not just of the future, but of the past.
“If I were in the future, returning to the past—what would I seek?” he mused.
The past was unchangeable. Why return?
After long contemplation, he whispered, “If I returned, it would be to understand my enemies—to learn why the Immortal Ancient Era ended, and how to defeat them.”
He extrapolated—what motive would future beings have to seek him now?
“Could it be… our era meets the same fate? All life extinguished, a new era rising, seeking answers from our time?”
The thought filled him with sorrow. Were they doomed to repeat history?
Beyond, the three supreme beings searched, baffled. A genius had vanished before their eyes.
Despite their supreme perception, they could not trace him.
An unseen force, surpassing even them, had taken him.
“Could it be the beings of the Imperial City?”
“Do they still live?”
They gazed at the distant second wall of the city, hearts trembling.
“Whatever the case, that power surpasses us. If someone intervenes, we dare not provoke them.”
After deliberation, they decided to withdraw.
“Let us return. Leave the Three Thousand Provinces, leave the Imperial City.”
They summoned the other geniuses, preparing to depart.
Yet, one was missing. Guilt weighed on them.
At last, they left.
Meanwhile, in that gray world, Shi Hao still pondered, attempting to communicate with the cauldron.
But the cauldron remained silent, and Shi Hao dared not press further.
Now, he believed—this cauldron truly came from the future.
He knew such power existed—beings capable of bending time.
Like when the Immortal Kings of the past had sent his consciousness to the Immortal Ancient Era.
If it was possible then, surely it could happen again.
Shi Hao sighed. “Where am I in the future? Do I perish in this era?”
He gazed at the cauldron, then at the desolate world—gray mist, black fog, bones like snow.
Did this foreshadow his fate? A future of solitude, darkness, despair?
“I refuse to believe it!” Shi Hao declared coldly. “I will not fade. I shall transcend, surpassing all enemies of past and present!”
As he spoke, the cauldron trembled, its light blazing as if in joyous resonance.
“What do you wish to tell me?” Shi Hao demanded.
Whether seeking aid or conveying a message, the cauldron surely had something to say—yet could not speak freely.
**”In that battle—I must see you!”**
Suddenly, the cauldron’s voice rang out, defying the laws of existence to deliver this message.
**Boom!**
Shi Hao shuddered, as if glimpsing a hidden vision.
The heavens convulsed—rules intertwined, thunder roared, immortal qi surged.
The world itself seemed to rebel.
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