After a night in meditation, Mu Bai slowly awoke in the morning. Looking again at the pitch-black Crow Cauldron, he found it exactly as it had been the night before, without the slightest change.
Mu Bai took out fifty Soul Crystals, intending to place them inside the Crow Cauldron, but drew his hand back and muttered to himself, "Forget it. I've already spent nearly ten thousand Soul Crystals and wasted an entire bottle of jade soul marrow milk for nothing, yet there hasn't been a single change. This method must not work!"
Putting on a helpless expression, Mu Bai put the Soul Crystals away and turned to leave, only to see another barely perceptible flash of azure light from the pitch-black Crow Cauldron.
"I wonder what that azure light actually means. I'll just leave it here for now."
Mu Bai turned and took a step, and behind him, the Crow Cauldron suddenly blazed with azure light, all but jumping into the air.
Mu Bai ignored it and walked straight out of the secret chamber.
"Hey, hey! You little brat, you haven't given me my fifty Soul Crystals today!"
After a long while without Mu Bai appearing, the Artifact Spirit Ancestor's white beard quivered wildly with anger. He darted into the Crow Cauldron and controlled it, flashing out of the secret chamber.
Once outside, he saw Mu Bai swallowing the Extraordinary Pill in one gulp, intending to break through the barrier to Third-Level Soul Power in a single push.
Mu Bai's Soul Power was already so substantial that ordinary Soul Cultivators at the early Third Level could hardly rival it. However, the more substantial his accumulated Soul Power, the greater the fighting strength he could unleash against those of the same level after advancing. He might even fight across levels-truly, deep