The people of Stone Village busied themselves adding all kinds of precious ingredients to a large black cauldron.
Meng Chuan stood beside Little Nonpoint and watched. Pointing at the black cauldron, he said to him:
"You're going to be cooked in that cauldron soon."
Little Nonpoint stared at the Black Cauldron without blinking his big eyes. Carved upon it were flowers, birds, insects, fish, heaven and earth, the sun and moon, and people of the Primordial Era.
He wasn't afraid of being cooked. It had happened plenty of times over the past two years.
"Uncle Meng, after this Baptism, will I catch up to you in cultivation?"
"The ingredients for this Baptism are excellent, the very best in the Eight Domains. But you're still too young. You'll still be a little behind me afterward."
Meng Chuan held his thumb and forefinger a short distance apart to show Little Nonpoint.
"Just this little bit."
"Then I'll work hard at cultivating and help you instead someday, Uncle Meng!" Little Nonpoint nodded vigorously.
Before long, everything was ready. Different visions surged within the large black cauldron. The Four Divine Spirits roared and charged about, their cries and the sounds of their collisions ringing throughout Stone Village.
"In you go," Meng Chuan told Little Nonpoint. He obediently stripped naked and jumped in, and Meng Chuan personally put the lid on the cauldron.
A Baptism that would shake the Eight Domains if word got out had begun. Almost no one in the entire Eight Domains had ever enjoyed such conditions for their first Baptism.
Meng Chuan watched as Little Nonpoint slowly absorbed the essence of the Medicinal Liquid in the cauldron and underwent Transformation. He would suffer through the process, of course, but that was unavoidable.
In truth, True Blood from Venerable-level creatures was far