Suddenly, Yi Chen shuddered. He saw the great cauldron-a gigantic vessel cast entirely from black water, hovering above an icy rock more than a hundred meters away. Its mouth faced him, spewing wisps of black vapor.
Wherever the black vapor passed, ice shattered and snow avalanched. Even the hard rock melted in an instant.
Yi Chen trembled slightly and muttered to himself, "This is bad. My body seems... seems... mm, I can feel danger. It's a fear rising from deep within my bloodline. I'm afraid this thing will hurt my body."
After a moment's hesitation, Yi Chen gritted his teeth and walked forward. The black vapor pouring from the cauldron's mouth remained fixed on him. The closer he came, the more vapor it spewed.
The black vapor shrouded an area ten meters across, and every step Yi Chen took cost him an enormous amount of physical strength.
Yi Chen inched toward the cauldron's mouth. A pitch-black vortex had already formed inside it, a black hole sucking in everything around it.
The black hole at the cauldron's mouth had expanded to roughly three meters across and was still growing.
Suddenly, an angry roar rang out, and a red blur shot out of the cauldron.
Yi Chen jumped in fright. He had almost forgotten that there was a powerful Peak Douluo inside.
It was a short, thin old man in red robes, his white hair and beard draping over his shoulders. Yet his face was still as beautiful as a young girl's. He looked at Yi Chen and snorted coldly. "Lowly mortal, what are you trying to do? Huh? You actually dare approach the Sacred Furnace? I curse you! You will suffer the harshest punishment!"
Getting a clear look at the old man, Yi Chen said in a low voice, "You are..."