Ye Fan strode towards the Bright God Hall, a cauldron over a meter high suspended above his head, from which strands of Origin Qi dripped down.
The Black Emperor hid inside the cauldron, waiting as a surprise attack force for the critical moment to strike.
As soon as Ye Fan entered the hall, everyone let out an exclamation. His cauldron was too eye-catching, forcing people to pay attention.
The Origin Qi foundation, something that might not be found in hundreds of generations in the Eastern Wastelands—and his entire cauldron was refined from this material without any impurities.
This could almost be considered a rough form of a peak weapon, a thing that drives people mad; it was a treasure that the heirs of each Sacred Land dreamed of possessing.
At this moment, everyone present was boiling with excitement. Even those who hadn't seen Ye Fan could deduce it was him. Because, in the world, there was only this one instance; only he held such a holy divine relic.
