A gray three-legged cauldron stood quietly before the Feather Robe Daoist.
The small cauldron was ancient and simple, rounded into a single whole, unlike ordinary cauldron-type Magic Treasures covered in all manner of patterns.
Even the butterfly patterns once branded upon it had become incomparably dim after the Calamity Gu was extracted by Divine Lord You Li.
Yet at this moment, a wisp of Nether Light flickered faintly atop the Primal Chaos Cauldron.
Seeing this, Luo Chen smiled slightly.
"Did you sense your impending demise, and that is why you are so restless?"
His fingers touched the place where that wisp of Nether Light flowed, and he could faintly feel a trace of moisture.
The Ming Water Spring Eye was stirring, uneasy, and afraid!
It had existed for ten thousand years. Even the successive Old Ancestors of the Mingyuan Sect had been unable to do anything about it.
Even after it had collapsed and formed a new, weak consciousness, it had been able to assimilate the Emperor Wang Gui and contend against Luo Chen.
But now, beneath Luo Chen's gaze, even its ignorant consciousness had realized the danger.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Tremors rang out. It was the Ming Water Spring Eye struggling.
But it was nothing more than futile effort!
This time, Luo Chen did not even release the Fifth-Rank Divine Fire. He merely closed his eyes and silently recited a Buddhist Forbidden Curse.
After several days of recuperation, his condition had stabilized.
Faced with this Buddhist Forbidden Curse, which he had already cultivated to Grandmaster Level Proficiency, the words came to him as naturally as breathing; he knew them by heart.
When he reached the final line, Luo Chen pressed one hand together and shouted lowly:
"Svaha!"
In an instant, his immense Divine Soul merged with his Nascent Soul,