Jar

"Bang!"

Cang Wu's lifeless body fell onto the Bronze Cauldron.

Yi Yun descended after him. He reached out and beckoned, and Cang Wu's Space Ring flew into his hand. Yi Yun was still somewhat interested in Cang Wu's collection.

Besides that, Yi Yun saw a clay jar beside Cang Wu's hand. The jar was dark green, looking like a shoddy ceramic piece fired in some ordinary village kiln. It was utterly unremarkable.

Yi Yun picked up the clay jar. It felt extremely heavy in his hand. Though small, it seemed to weigh more than a hundred jin. Some carvings covered its side, resembling schools of fish circling an eye.

Yi Yun turned his head and looked. The Poison Demon was still in the sky.

It had been baring its fangs and brandishing its claws earlier, but now it was struggling desperately under Ling Xie'er's attacks. Cang Wu's death had not directly harmed it.

Seeing Yi Yun look over, with its master dead and a little girl who looked adorable yet was as fierce as a tiger before it, the Poison Demon's heart filled with despair. It desperately tried to escape, but the Kanglong Ding had already sealed everything off. Inside was only a space capable of containing a ten-thousand-meter-tall mountain, and the clay jar it called home was still in Yi Yun's hand. Where could it possibly run?

"Xie'er, stop for now."

Yi Yun spoke, and Xie'er immediately ceased her attacks. The boundless Evil God's flames withdrew, revealing the Poison Demon's true body. It had been burned black all over and was suffering unbearably.

"Come down!"

Yi Yun commanded.

The Poison Demon's eyes shifted. It roared a few times, pretending not to understand human speech.

"Big Brother Yi Yun told you to come down. Didn't you hear him?" Ling Xie'er's