Yellow Mystery Heaven, Taiyi Hall.
The ancient, weighty hall always made Gao Xian feel oppressed. Yet the Nine Provinces Cauldron, nine feet tall with an archaic face, was even more towering and ponderous than the hall itself.
The passage of countless years had left its marks upon the Nine Provinces Cauldron, yet it had done no harm to his foundation. Instead, it had made him ever stronger. About him was a majestic, peerless power that spanned ancient and modern times.
Before a powerhouse like this, Gao Xian had not been able to see clearly. After advancing to the sixth rank, however, he could understand a little.
It would have been better if he could not see through it. Now that he understood a little, Gao Xian felt even more oppressed.
"This junior, Gao Xian, pays respects to Senior." Gao Xian bowed respectfully.
The Nine Provinces Cauldron's eyes shifted slightly, and Gao Xian's figure was reflected deep within his azure-gold pupils.
"You have attained the Pure Yang Dao. Not bad."
His voice was deep and majestic, like a great bell or a grand chime.
Just as before, even though Gao Xian's Taixuan Divine Image had refined a Yang Spirit, and his sixth-rank body-refining art had forged an overwhelmingly powerful physique, his body and spirit still involuntarily resonated beneath that voice.
This resonance was exceedingly dangerous. If the Nine Provinces Cauldron exerted himself, Gao Xian's body and spirit could easily shatter and collapse beneath the sonic vibrations.
Gao Xian adjusted his body and spirit, doing his utmost to break free from the resonant state. After hundreds and thousands of adjustments through his divine consciousness, he finally suppressed the sonic tremors that penetrated deep into his body and spirit.
The Nine Provinces Cauldron saw all of this. He could understand Gao Xian's actions,