Passing Another Trial

Outside on the black mountain top, the gigantic clay pot sat like a fallen heavenly abyss upon the earth, its surface cracked with countless fine lines.

At this moment, an eerie gale suddenly surged from one of the fissure's gaps, whipping up a vast expanse of black burning ash. Instantly, the burning ash condensed into the blurred figure of a Daoist and stepped out.

The Pot-Holding Heaven Master's Dao artifact has probably been left here for over twenty-nine million years! This fellow has the nerve to repeatedly pester me for it...

The blurred Daoist figure raised its head to glance at the gigantic clay pot, muttering indifferently to itself.

Then, it flashed through the gap and into the pot.

Hark! Isn't there a trace of unusual fluctuation here?

Let me see if Pot-Holding Heaven is up to his tricks again...

Soon, a voice filled with surprise and a hint of dread rang out from inside the pot.

Another unknown ripple of energy swept past, causing the gigantic clay pot to shake slightly.

After a moment, this blurred Daoist figure walked out from the gap in the clay pot looking sullen.

If this weren't her burial ground, where my mighty power is strongly interfered with and weakened, how could I tolerate you lot repeatedly making trouble here in attempts to reclaim these Dao artifacts...

Standing beneath the giant shadow of the clay pot, it suddenly gazed indifferently toward the first mountain peak in the rear—the direction of the black tower.

The boundless, gloomy void and the ash-filled sky could not block its will.

When it saw the three-headed, six-armed, snake-tailed figure up at the broken opening of the black tower, muttering nonsensically as if studying the patterns on the tower walls, it inexplicably relaxed.

*It seems unrelated to him! With his