Sun Wukong: Help Me Break the Cauldron!

The Qiankun Cauldron stood within the great hall of Tushita Palace, wrapped in the roaring Samadhi True Fire and Heavenly Purple Fire as the two flames engulfed this Primordial Treasure.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn had long since recovered from their injuries. They frantically fanned their fans, determined to give Sun Wukong a brutal beating.

Inside the Qiankun Cauldron, Sun Wukong could only feel his divine sense being restricted. His bodily meridians were filled with mottled, violent flames, while thick smoke enveloped him, making tears stream from his eyes.

"Lord Lao, is it still too late for Old Sun to beg for mercy?"

"Using me to refine Nine-Revolution Golden Elixirs goes against the harmony of Heaven. At worst, I'll serve you like an ox or a horse! Old Sun isn't afraid of death—it's just that these flames and smoke are making me unbearably miserable..."

Sun Wukong raised his head and shouted. He truly could no longer endure this torment.

He unleashed the Law of Battle and every divine ability and spell he possessed, but inside the Qiankun Cauldron, he was fish on the chopping block, helplessly awaiting slaughter. He could not even touch the cauldron's boundaries.

It felt as though countless ants were gnawing through his meridians. This spine-chilling pain came without end; even his unyielding iron bones were useless against it.

"Now you know to beg for mercy? Too late!"

"I have discerned that you possess a pair of Divine Eyes of Piercing Delusion. If I use those two eyes as materials to refine a Nine-Revolution Golden Elixir that can grant its consumer a Heavenly Eye, the entire Primordial World will surely be shaken."

"First, I'll destroy those eyes of yours. Then I'll grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes!"

Lord Lao spoke calmly, his expression unmoved.