Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1891: 779. Purple Sun Cauldron, a supreme treasure from ancient times_2

Chapter 1891: 779. Purple Sun Cauldron, a supreme treasure from ancient times_2

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Great Venerable Mo Yuan stood in the background, a hint of hesitation in his eyes, as if pondering something.

The Frost Elder and the Silver War Puppet looked towards Zheng Yaoyang with complex expressions.

The four golden armored battle puppets in front seemed to be momentarily distracted, or perhaps unsure of what to do.

“You, you said you would never return to Purple Sun City,” whispered the battle puppet holding the long bow, as if speaking to himself.

Zheng Yaoyang looked up at the four battle puppets, then his gaze shifted back to the cauldron on the altar, and the flames before it.

“Actually, there really is no need for you to lock yourselves up here.”

“When he chose to challenge the Artifact Refining Forbidden Zone, the fate of Purple Sun City was sealed.”

Zheng Yaoyang spoke softly, looking at the altar.

His expression was tinged with loneliness and envy.

His words caused the bodies of the four golden armored battle puppets to tremble, all of them stepping forward in unison.

As if seeing through their intentions, faint flames wrapped around Zheng Yaoyang’s body.

The intensity of these flames made the surrounding void twist and distort.

“Don’t stop me. Since I am here today, it is to see him.”

Zheng Yaoyang’s voice, though not loud, carried an undeniable sense of dominance.

With one step forward, the surrounding void was completely subdued.

Within a thousand feet, not even a speck of dust could move.

Walking step by step, the four golden armored battle puppets stood still, making no move to block his path.

Whether they were subdued or truly powerless to stop him was unclear.

Zheng Yaoyang’s figure slowly rose to be level with the top of the altar, looking directly at the cauldron and the flames.

“Purple Sun Senior, I was unwilling to accept your challenge for the artifact inheritance back then, and I still am today,” he declared.

“However, I am here to take away the Purple Sun Cauldron.”

With a shout, he raised his hand and struck towards the cauldron in front of him.

Below, the Frost Elder’s face changed, his icy powers surged, and he stepped forward.

The Silver War Puppet followed, rushing forward as well.

The golden armored battle puppet holding the war spear wanted to step forward but was stopped by the one with the great sword.

“If any of them can take away the Purple Sun Cauldron, that too would be the Senior’s choice,” the golden armored battle puppet murmured, directing its gaze forward.

“If any of you desires the Purple Sun Cauldron, or my Senior’s inheritance, feel free to try.”

Feel free to try.

The cultivators from Linglong City exchanged glances, some showing eagerness as they leapt toward the cauldron above.

But as soon as they moved, their bodies began to dissolve into nothingness inch by inch.

Only their souls, apparently still unaware that their bodies had vanished, plunged directly into the golden cauldron.

“This method” exclaimed the battle puppet controlled by the Five Elements Divine Furnace.

The Chaos beside him nodded, lowering his voice, “In the ancient past, there was this legacy.”

It wasn’t just about having this legacy—the Five Elements Divine Furnace itself was clearly made using such methods.

In those years, the Divine Furnace constantly suppressed the soul of the Water Goblin, leaving it unable to escape for countless years.

Did the powerhouses of Purple Sun City once go to the Desolate Wilderness? Were those Golden Crows brought back from there?

Or is there an unimaginable connection between Purple Sun City and the Desolate Wilderness?

The fate of the cultivator from Linglong City sent a wave of panic around.

The cauldron was clearly an extremely peculiar treasure.

Many wanted to retreat, only to find that they no longer had control over their own bodies.

“Why do we remain here with the bodies of Puppet Fighters?” asked the golden armored battle puppet holding the great sword, his voice filled with indifference.

Why indeed?

Because physical bodies simply cannot withstand the devouring force of the golden cauldron in this place!

“Young master, we will protect your retreat,” said the divine-level powerhouses accompanying Lu Zixu, their faces turning pale as they stepped forward, summoning Primordial Puppet Fighters in an attempt to resist the pulling force from the void.

But even with the Primordial Puppet Fighters in front, they couldn’t resist; their own bodies lifted halfway into the air before vanishing, leaving only their souls to be sucked into the cauldron.

Lu Zixu looked grim, raising a bronze-gray broken spear in front of him.

Threads of golden light wrapped around the spear, forming a golden shield that protected his body.

This had to be a Universe-level powerful treasure, otherwise it would not have been able to shield him.

“Brother Han, you—” Lu Zixu turned to look at Han Muye, but he was stunned.

Whether it was Han Muye or those who came with him—Chaos, Five Elements Divine Furnace, including the three, Great Venerable Mo Yuan—they all stood unaffected.

This scene even caused the four battle puppets in front to be momentarily stunned.

They were very clear about the power of the cauldron.

How could anyone resist?

“Puppet Fighter physique,” the Puppet Fighter holding the bow and arrow looked at the chaos and the Five Elements Divine Furnace as he spoke softly.

Gleams of sharpness flashed in his eyes, “Apart from our Ziyang City, who else in the world has such methods?”

The Puppet Fighter beside him, who was holding a long saber, also turned his head to look at Great Venerable Muyue and the other two, a trace of surprise on his face.

“A Puppet Fighter… No, that doesn’t seem right.” He looked up at Zheng Yaoyang in front of the altar.

“The battle puppet of Great Venerable Muyue was once refined by my own hands, but this current state has indeed piqued the Zheng family’s curiosity,” Zheng Yaoyang said as he looked at Great Venerable Muyue, then glanced at the battle puppet and the Remnant Soul Battle Puppet, a look of intrigue crossing his face.

He turned his head to look at Han Muye and nodded, “No wonder you have such arrogance.”

“You indeed have the capital to be arrogant.”

Looking up at the cauldron ahead, he said with an indifferent expression, “If you are interested in the Purple Sun Cauldron or Ziyang City, then come forward.”

“Otherwise, you are free to leave.”

Leave?

His control over the soul was indeed strong.

But Han Muye was only unsure of unraveling Zheng Yaoyang’s soul manipulation; it didn’t mean that he considered himself inferior in the art of refining weapons or on the path of cultivation.

Having dominated the world, Han Muye no longer saw anyone as untouchable.

He shook his head and took a step forward.

That step made Lu Zixu’s eyes widen in surprise.

The few around Han Muye were either old, strong Venerables or Puppet Fighters.

But Han Muye was clearly physical!

This scene, even the four golden armored battle puppets and the Frost Elder by Zheng Yaoyang’s side, as well as the Silver War Puppet showed surprise on their faces.

So far, the only person who had physically approached the Purple Sun Cauldron was Zheng Yaoyang himself.

Han Muye was the second.

As Han Muye stood outside the altar, in front of the Golden Cauldron, a bloody hue enveloped him.

Exactly as anticipated.

The formidable physical strength locked his soul from leaving his body.

The cauldron did have an attraction to the soul, but it failed to make his body crumble.

Probably nothing in the world could cause his body to disintegrate, right?

After all, he possessed a Primordial overlord-level physique.

Turning his head, he looked at Zheng Yaoyang.

Sizing him up, this man’s physique…

Looking down at Great Venerable Muyue, Han Muye understood.

The battle puppet of Great Venerable Muyue was indeed refined by Zheng Yaoyang.

Zheng Yaoyang, of course, would have first applied the methods of biomimetic battle puppets, ultimately carrying his cultivation abilities and soul to become an undying existence, on himself.

Therefore, Zheng Yaoyang’s physique was a biomimetic battle puppet he refined, which had reached the Universe level.

This also explained why Han Muye felt pressure in Zheng Yaoyang’s presence.

“It’s rare indeed.”

Zheng Yaoyang looked at Han Muye, then his gaze fell on the cauldron ahead.

“To obtain the Purple Sun Cauldron, one must gain its recognition.”

“The master merged his soul into it and fell into a slumber; either one gets the master’s approval in the art of refining weapons, or one stimulates the Purple Sun Cauldron with physical and soul strength.”

Zheng Yaoyang’s eyes glistened as his blood qi and strength of the soul surged.

With a wave of his hand, golden orbs appeared in front of him.

Soul Pearls!

This was the great achievement of his weapon refinement methods, paving the way for his own path of cultivation.

This level of research on the soul was something that Xu Ziyang, even if he were to be reborn, would likely have to concede defeat.

The Frost Elder standing by his side clenched his teeth as the Power of Frost surged forth, coalescing into a giant of ice mountain proportions.

The Silver War Puppet, on the other hand, stepped back, emitting a “clang” as it transformed into a Silver Armored Dragon Beast.

Both of these methods were the epitome of formidable power.

Han Muye stood there, pondering for a moment, and in his palm, a flame rose up.

Xu Ziyang was a senior in the art of refining; he would challenge with refining skills.

Of course, his blood qi was also stimulated.

A blood-red Flowing Light condensed into a silhouette behind him.

Strength he feared no one.