C510 Forget about Everything Else!

Beneath the sea, the great cauldron pulsed with demonic energy, sending ripples outward like the ebb and flow of the tide. Within, the glyphs' gaps wove together, forming an intricate and unusual rune circle, anchored by the cauldron itself.

The Crucible of Evil, a Divine Artifact, had been Mo Yan's focus of intense cultivation for years, during which he had mastered the subtleties of countless glyphs. Remarkably, he possessed the skill to alter the rune circle's structure, branding it with his own deep understanding.

Yu Yuan stood within the cauldron, his gaze fixed on the blinding devilish light emanating from the Crucible of Evil, his expression grave.

Mo Yan, with his foot upon the Devil Blade, allowed a carefree smile to play across his lips as he slowly backed away. "What a waste," he sighed, shaking his head. "A mere drifter without the backing of a powerful sect, yet burdened with such vast fortune. The eighth level of the Golden Sanctum, the Crucible of Evil, an enigmatic sword sheath, the giant beast Sunsorrow..."

Jealousy glinted in Mo Yan's eyes as he spoke. "I need not lift a finger; there will be others eager to see you destroyed."

He continued to distance himself, having used the Cycle of Life and Death Spell to shatter his Lunar Spirit, all to reopen the acupoints of the Golden Sanctum. His innate talent was not particularly remarkable.

Had Yu Yuan, capable of reaching the eighth level of the Golden Sanctum, shown his potential earlier, he would have surely drawn the covetous gaze of many esteemed sects.

Zhou Cangmin of the Ruby Hand, a Hellbreed, seemed to have taken an interest in Yu Yuan, intending to introduce him to the Ruby Hand for cultivation. Yu Yuan was poised to become the brightest star among the Ruby Hand's new generation.

With the Ruby Hand's influence at its zenith, could a figure like Yu Yuan rise to challenge the might of the Devil Palace?

Mo Yan's eyes darkened as he murmured to himself, "It would be wise to eliminate such a person sooner rather than later."

At sea, the red-haired giant from Sunlit Isle abruptly rose from his meditative state. As he stood, the island itself seemed to drop several feet.

With a whoosh, a Lunar Spirit escaped from the top of his head, instantly multiplying into countless forms. These fragments of the Lunar Spirit transformed into streaks of fiery light, cascading through the night sky.

Like a meteor shower igniting the night sky, it plunged into the depths of the sea, its flames undiminished, streaking beneath the waves.

On Celestial Isle, a golden swallow swooped down towards the ocean, gracefully moving about in the shadowy depths.

On another unnamed isle, hidden deep within the earth, Tong Laoqian, adorned with copper coins on his bare feet, practiced his unique mystique. Suddenly, the ground trembled with the words, "Crucible of Evil!"

Amongst a grove of locust trees, Du Jing, who had been Yu Yuan's herb slave in a past life, his eyes lit up with excitement, "There's a treasure in the deep sea!"

A powerful surge of magical energy, emanating from the nearby sea, vibrated intensely.

Overcome with intense curiosity, he contemplated investigating, yet hesitated due to other concerns.

"Damn it!"

Inside the cauldron, Yuan Lianyao's tiny voice called out urgently, continuously sending messages to Yu Yuan's position.

Yu Yuan's face turned pale as he declared, "I have no choice but to take one path."

"What?" Yuan Lianyao was confused.

"Come out. I must absorb this cauldron into my body to conceal the dispersing demonic light," Yu Yuan sighed, his consciousness shifting as he rapidly communicated with the cauldron spirit.

Yuan Lianyao, who had been concealed within the little world, emerged in a flash upon hearing the news.

The Crucible of Evil, now a beacon of demonic light in the deep sea, was sure to draw the attention of the cultivators across the Sundering Isles.

With Lin Zhuyun's recent carnage on Demon's Scar, Moonshadow Isles, and Icestorm Island, the ever-vigilant cultivators would not ignore this disturbance. They were bound to react immediately.

Lin Zhuyun and the eye of the Abyssal Leviathan, akin to the burning sun, might also take notice.

With a breath of relief, after Yuan Lianyao departed, Yu Yuan, standing within the Crucible of Evil, invoked a spell.

The cauldron swiftly contracted into the little world of his middle elixir field.

The intense magical tide that the Crucible of Evil had unleashed was concealed in a moment, now raging only within the little world of his elixir field, causing his vitality to churn incessantly.

Yu Yuan let out a muffled groan, feeling the violent turmoil within his middle elixir field. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"How are you?" Yuan Lianyao asked anxiously. "Will internalizing the Crucible of Evil harm you?"

"There's no other choice. It has to be done!" Yu Yuan grasped her hand and commanded beneath the waves, "Take me to Celestial Isle as quickly as you can! The Skyreach Consortium has its own code. Once we're on the island and the soulstone is paid, they're bound to protect me! Zhu Peining, after the Sunsorrow from the giant beast, will ensure my safety!"

"You?" Yuan Lianyao exclaimed in alarm.

"I'll hold on as long as I can!" Yu Yuan declared.

Within the cauldron's little world, amidst the "Spawn of Chaos," he harnessed the Evil Body Refining technique to gather various residues, brimming with toxic energies, bizarre vitality, and all manner of impurities. These had suddenly spiraled out of control, and with the dispersal of the devil light, they infiltrated his vitality's little world.

The cauldron vibrated ceaselessly within his vitality's little world, pushing his middle elixir field to the brink of collapse.

Each time the dark cauldron emitted a burst of devil light, it felt like a massive blow to him. His chest seemed to endure the strikes of an unseen deity wielding a heavy hammer, with his organs rattling from the impact.

Mo Yan had been exceedingly malicious, having laid out a rune circle within the Crucible of Evil well in advance.

Yu Yuan was taken aback to discover that Mo Yan was exceptionally skilled with rune circles.

He had not only mastered the intricate glyphs within the Crucible of Evil but had also stealthily arranged his own schemes, altering many delicate patterns. When activated, these alterations resulted in bizarre and unpredictable transformations.

It was only after communicating with the cauldron spirit that Yu Yuan understood the extent of its injuries when it was submerged by the Devil Palace.

The cauldron spirit had been compelled to conceal its aura and hide in the deepest recesses to evade detection from the outside world.

As Mo Yan entered the cauldron to practice under the Devil Palace's directive, the cauldron spirit could only faintly sense his presence, discerning his lowly realm as inconsequential.

The cauldron spirit, thus reassured, continued to delve deeper into the cauldron to recuperate in peace.

Unbeknownst to the cauldron spirit, Mo Yan was mastering the dark arts within the cauldron, deciphering the glyphs, and making numerous secret arrangements, all while imprinting his own mark. The cauldron spirit, underestimating Mo Yan due to his seemingly low level of cultivation, never imagined that he could accomplish anything within the cauldron's inner world.

Nor could the cauldron spirit have conceived that Mo Yan, who appeared so youthful and practiced at the Golden Sanctum level, had actually refined his skills through repeated cycles of the Cycle of Life and Death Spell, rebuilding himself after shattering his soul.

How could the cauldron spirit know that Mo Yan, looking so young, had already lived for over a century and had delved deeply into numerous mystiques? In the realm of rune circles, he was exceptionally skilled, capable of unraveling the mysteries hidden within the glyphs and reversing the cauldron's internal arrangements. He was, without a doubt, a once-in-an-age prodigy.

Now, as Mo Yan triggered the concealed arrangements, the repercussions had dealt a severe blow to Yu Yuan.

"I'll take you to Celestial Isle!" declared Yuan Lianyao, donning a mask and without a moment's hesitation, hoisting Yu Yuan onto her back. As she activated the Crimson Soul Spell, her veins pulsed like fiery, flowing rivers.

With a gust, she surged through the sea like a fiery undercurrent, making her way toward Celestial Isle with Yu Yuan in tow.

Shortly thereafter, a broad Devil Blade emerged, drifting out from within a fish. As the fish burst apart, the Devil Blade cast a dazzling demonic light, triggering a sudden shift in the gravitational field, and descended with a slash.

At that precise moment, Mo Yan's voice rang out, "Don't rush off just yet. Could you wait a moment? Members of the Sunlit Order, Skyreach Consortium, Starmoon Sect, and Winter's Bite are en route. Moreover, numerous formidable independent cultivators, like sharks drawn to the scent of blood, are converging on this location."

"Scram!" Yuan Lianyao commanded, as fiery lotuses erupted from beneath her feet and sleeves, roaring into the air.

The burning fire lotuses twinkled with embers, resembling the Fire Stars in the tranquil night sky, seemingly in harmony with her cultivated instrument.

As the fire lotuses collided with the broad Devil Blade, they plummeted abruptly, activating the formidable gravitational field of the Shadowblade.

Carrying Yu Yuan on her back, Yuan Lianyao plunged into the depths of the sea at that moment. She tore off her mask, realizing that any further concealment was pointless. As she descended, she drew a scroll from her Bracelet of Holding. It depicted a forest of maple trees, their leaves a vibrant red. Suddenly, the trees within the scroll began to shake violently, and one by one, the maple leaves drifted out, scattering around her and Yu Yuan. The leaves burned with a fierce glow, the magma pool surged, and the earthfire boiled beneath them, as fire veins condensed energy, revealing the world's mysterious essence.

The gravitational field that had enveloped her and Yu Yuan dissipated as the fiery maple leaves took flight. With a resounding boom, the fire lotus, which was destined for the ocean floor, burst forth like a dire beast breaking free from its chains, colliding with the Devil Blade.

In the shadows, Mo Yan let out a muffled grunt. The serrated Devil Blade vanished, slipping further into the dark abyss of the sea. With Yu Yuan still on her back, Yuan Lianyao suddenly picked up speed, escaping the bizarre gravitational force field.

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