The Mountain and River Cauldron emerged, and heaven and earth changed color.
The ancient cauldron floated in the air, its body adorned with patterns exuding the primal aura from the chaotic beginning, as if capable of devouring all things and suppressing the heavens.
"Wang Yuanxiao, are you mad?" Xiao Shuhui cursed fiercely, "With the Mountain and River Cauldron unleashed, corpses will float for miles; aren't you afraid of ruining Shang Qing Sect's ancestral legacy?"
Wang Yuanxiao's eyes were bloodshot, none of the words sinking in.
His son was dead.
His partner's body was shattered, leaving only a Nascent Soul struggling to survive.
Wang Yuanxiao's carefully planned endeavor over the years had ended up as an empty dream.
Who wouldn't go insane?
