One day later.
Inside a massive mountain, among a range of secluded, nameless peaks.
Ye Han released the Creation Heaven Cube, his expression turning solemn, and murmured, "It should be safe here!"
After parting ways with Ouyang Changning, he had not simply found some secluded spot to try taking the Purple Cauldron out of his divine sense sea...
Instead, he had put away the Chasing Wind Boat, flown over a thousand miles away, and found this mountain, where heaven and earth spiritual energy was extremely scarce and only a few mortal cities and villages lay nearby...
As always, he had carved out an extremely well-hidden cave abode, set up the Little Heaven-Covering Formation and talisman formations outside, and concealed the Binglian Puppet underground...
The cave abode lay within the mountain. He had also activated the Creation Heaven Cube to isolate his aura, laying down one precaution after another before finally considering his preparations complete...
After all, with his spirit root aptitude scarcely better than a mortal's, Ye Han owed his cultivation achievements entirely to this heaven-defying Purple Cauldron.
He was no longer the mortal who had known nothing about cultivators all those years ago. Of course he now understood why the various peaks had been so unwelcoming when he first arrived at the Azure Profound Sect with the Azure Mystic Token.
His aptitude was simply too poor.
Without the heaven-defying luck that had brought him the Purple Cauldron, how could he have reached this point? Perhaps he would still be an insignificant mortal who had not even crossed the threshold of cultivation.
To him, the Purple Cauldron was no less important than his life. Without it, he would have little chance of attaining immortality and the Dao.
No wonder he had made such meticulous preparations before deciding to try taking