Flame Valley!
Beneath the scalding magma and poison fire, in a simple and clean immortal cave.
Wang Ming sat cross-legged on a recliner, most of his energy focused on the cauldron outside the cave.
The Shennong Cauldron itself was an Innate Spiritual Treasure, but it had shattered during the battle with Nether River, turning into a pile of useless fragments.
Wang Ming could only melt it down and refine it once more. Although the newly forged cauldron was no longer an Innate Spiritual Treasure, it was still more useful than the vast majority of Acquired Spiritual Treasures.
After so many years of hard work, the giant cauldron had already taken shape. What he was doing now was simply re-inscribing the innate restriction laws of the Shennong Cauldron that he had previously stripped away.
However, this process could not tolerate any mistakes; a single error would cause the law restrictions to collide with each other, and the result would be a direct explosion, rendering all of Wang Ming's previous efforts wasted.
Fortunately, Wang Ming's long-term experience in manipulating multiple avatars allowed him to spare a portion of his mind for other matters while inscribing the restriction runes.
What Wang Ming was thinking about at this moment was not how to seize the Celestial Weave Power of this world. In his view, the Sun God and Yi He and the others were merely snipe and clam fighting, and in the end, he, the fisherman, would inevitably reap the benefits.
What he was pondering right now was where his own future path should lead.
It seems I was still wrong after all; the Original Source Dao is not so easy to cultivate either. Wang Ming shook his head and sighed.
On the Immortal Dao, he had no teacher to clear up his doubts,