Sneak into the Village, and Don't Fire a Shot

Bang! The Pot Lid slammed shut.

Inside the Chaos High-Pressure Cooker, the flames shot thirty feet high.

Gray-white mist thrashed inside the pot like a flayed Ancient Fierce Beast, letting out shrieks sharp enough to tear a True Spirit apart.

It was no use.

Outside the pot, the Cosmic Origin of the Abyss's countless universes became Gray Gold Chains that pinned the edges of the Pot Lid down tight.

Inside, layers of Chaos Fire ground Qiong's Residual Will down like countless millstones, crushing, boiling, and filtering it again and again.

This was Qiong, after all.

Even a lingering fragment of his will, left as a Backup Plan, carried the Arrogance of a higher-dimensional being looking down on All Beings.

Now, that Arrogance was bubbling in the pot.

Gurgle.

Gurgle, gurgle.

With every bubble, Qiong's Remnant Thought screamed a little more weakly.

Huang Yan, in the form of a Big Black Fish, hovered in midair, his fish eyes wide as saucers.

He looked at the pot, then at Yang Yu, and shuddered.

"Boss."

"If you ever stew me in that pot, could you turn the heat down a little?"

Yang Yu glanced at him.

"If you don't slack off, run up debts, or make a racket, why would I stew you?"

Huang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

A moment later, Yang Yu added,

"At most, I'd steam you."

Huang Yan: "..."

Gu Shan rubbed his bald head and silently edged half a step away.

The little boy stood beside the pot, and his body suddenly trembled.

The vicious Remnant Eye in the crack between his brows had vanished completely.

In its place was a crystal-clear Gray-White Bead.

The bead was no larger than a fingernail, yet it floated deep within his brow like a dead star compressed to its limit.