The Chaotic Minor World

Perhaps because of the Chaos Fire, Zhou Cheng refined the giant cauldrons with great ease. In less than half an hour, he had preliminarily refined one of them.

After refining the giant cauldron, information about it appeared in Zhou Cheng's mind.

This giant cauldron was one of the Nine Cauldrons of the Nine Cauldrons Immortal Sect.

The other eight cauldrons lay beneath the other eight surrounding mountain peaks.

Zhou Cheng then sought out the other eight cauldrons and preliminarily refined them one by one.

Each of the Nine Cauldrons was a different color: water, fire, earth, wood, metal, wind, lightning, darkness, and light.

The Nine Cauldrons spun endlessly before finally merging into one, becoming a small cauldron wreathed in a hazy gray current.

The little cauldron bore nine colors, evenly distributed without the slightest sense of disorder, as though formed by nature itself.

"Nine Worlds." Two ancient characters appeared on the cauldron's surface.

Nine Worlds Cauldron—this was the name of the Nine Cauldrons.

Seeing that dawn was already breaking, Zhou Cheng put away the Nine Worlds Cauldron and returned to his palace.

Because Zhou Cheng insisted, he continued living in his former palace.

The moment Zhou Cheng returned to his palace, his senior sister Qiu Lingyu came over. Facing Zhou Cheng again, Qiu Lingyu was somewhat restrained. She looked at him, seeming to want to speak but hesitating.

"Senior Sister, if you have something to ask, just ask." Zhou Cheng found her manner rather amusing.

"Um, your immortal root has the three great attributes of fire, darkness, and light?" Qiu Lingyu seemed to have held it in for a long time.

Zhou Cheng nodded with a smile. "I cultivate a certain technique that can conceal the attributes of my immortal root."

Qiu Lingyu stared blankly for a moment, then stammered,