At his words, a shadow flashed through the Cauldron Spirit's eyes as he stared fixedly at Seven Kills. "Do you still want to get out or not?"
"Don't threaten me. If I didn't want to get out, you'd be the one with a headache, wouldn't you?" Seven Kills grinned, looking provocatively at the Cauldron Spirit. "Do you really think this kid is stupid? He's probably already noticed, which is why he's doing this."
The Cauldron Spirit's expression changed. His gaze seemed to pass through the cauldron itself and fall upon Ye Yu. His illusory fists gradually clenched. "I... I had no choice."
Seven Kills froze, and his gaze trembled as he looked at the Cauldron Spirit. He sensed a fluctuation from him—the fear of death.
Seven Kills had entered the Dao through slaughter, so he was exceptionally sensitive to such feelings. There was no way he could be mistaken.
Just now, fear of death had radiated from within the Cauldron Spirit.
Seeing this, Seven Kills gave the Cauldron Spirit a deep look before turning and heading into the depths.
The Cauldron Spirit stood alone in the void, muttering, "Again and again, again and again. Every time, I watched you fall with my own eyes. I watched you fail. That was his punishment for my indecision. I don't want... to keep going anymore."
As his voice fell, the firefly-like lights within the Void Sky Cauldron, resembling a sea of stars, immediately gathered around him and enclosed him at their center, as though comforting him.
Looking at those fireflies, the Cauldron Spirit could feel the goodwill emanating from them. The corners of his mouth rose slightly on instinct, but soon froze.
A powerful force suddenly erupted around him, sending all the fireflies flying away.
Then he slowly turned around. A crisp sound