Ye Kong clenched his teeth. Within his sea of consciousness, an even larger cauldron fragment rose and fell.
Bronze in color, its radiance restrained, it carried the weighty, ancient simplicity accumulated through the flowing years.
"Go to that place ahead. I suspect your sliver of survival lies there."
An aged voice came from within the cauldron fragment.
Ye Kong said, "All right."
At this point, he had no other choice.
To gain something, one had to give something in return.
If he survived this tribulation, the fortune and destiny upon him would undergo a transformation.
The voice within the fragment knew that Ye Kong's inborn fate was extraordinary.
That was why it had chosen to assist his rise.
It waited only for the day his fortune transformed into a rainbow and spread throughout heaven and earth.
The Cao Family would not be easy to overcome.
After all, they were a cultivation clan with a true supreme treasure suppressing their clan fortune. If they produced another Dao Master-level figure, the Cao Family's foundations would undoubtedly grow again. By then, they would not be so easily dealt with.
Still, he was fortunate that, in this era, no Dao Master had appeared for fifteen thousand years.
This strange state of affairs had, after that person ascended to the Dao, rekindled the hopes of many old monsters at the peak who were only one step away from that realm, sending them back into secluded cultivation.
The Cao Family's old monster was one of them.
Yet as a cauldron fragment that constituted most of what had once been a peak supreme treasure, it could instead see more clearly through the current heavenly secrets and fortune.
To attain the Dao while the fortune of the Six Paths continued to grow and heaven and earth continued to