Entering the Secret Realm for the Third Time

Sun Tao's death had been inevitable. From the moment Xiang Yang planted the Demon Seed within him, his fate had already been sealed. The only difference was whether he died sooner or later.

Had he died later, it would have been because he still held some value. The Demon Seed could continuously transmit spiritual power and advance Xiang Yang's spirit-refining progress, so Xiang Yang could still tolerate him.

Now that he was dead, it was because Xiang Yang had already cultivated his primordial spirit. The other man's remaining value had become negligible, while he had even become a considerable threat. Thus, Xiang Yang had no choice but to eliminate him.

"That is why people are so insignificant. You could be called an outstanding man, yet once you die, it is no different from an ant dying. Heaven and earth remain as they are, all living things remain as they are. No one should think too highly of themselves."

Xiang Yang sighed. If Sun Tao had not overestimated himself, treating Xiang Yang as a demonic tribulation and even foolishly dreaming of breaking through it, he should have lived quite well.

With a sweep of his sleeve, he struck out with a vast and violent stream of true qi, like a huge mountain crashing down. It pressed Sun Tao's corpse deep beneath the snow, where it would remain buried forever.

He walked lightly into the snow cave, ignoring the poisonous insects, toxic herbs, and other eye-polluting filth within. With a grasp of his large hand, amid a howling wind, the Crimson Copper Cauldron rose spinning into the air, stirring up a whirling gale before Xiang Yang seized it in his hand.

That great crimson-copper cauldron had displayed boundless might that day, helping Sun Tao and the other eighteen Houtian Martial Artists fight