When the Cauldron Spirit fell into the Cold Pool, Han Shuo tensed for a moment. Then he received the Cauldron Spirit's message: "Master, don't worry. I'm fine!"
With that assurance from the Cauldron Spirit, Han Shuo relaxed.
He and the Cauldron Spirit were connected. The moment the Cauldron Spirit entered the Cold Pool, Han Shuo could see clearly through him what lay beneath its surface. After descending for a while, he reached the bottom.
More than a dozen glossy black points of light constantly emitted a faint glow on the bottom. The Cauldron Spirit circled the pool bed and approached the first gleaming black spot.
A glossy black spike over a meter long lay quietly on the bottom. It looked extremely sharp, like the fang of some large magical beast. As the Cauldron Spirit approached it, he messaged Han Shuo: "Master, this fang seems to be the main reason the water is so corrosive. The water near it has even greater Corrosive Power!"
"Collect it!" Han Shuo ordered decisively.
The Cauldron Spirit obeyed, turning upside down over the fang. Light flashed within him, and the meter-long fang vanished inside. He swept swiftly along the bottom toward the other faint black glimmers, picking up fang after fang.
After another circuit of the pool bed, no more gleaming black spots remained, and the water seemed to have suddenly become clearer.
"There's nothing left!" the Cauldron Spirit reported.
"That's enough. Come up," Han Shuo instructed.
Carrying seventeen fangs in all, the Cauldron Spirit slowly rose. The Myriad Demon Cauldron had expanded after collecting the fangs, and by the time he emerged from the Cold Pool, he was at least dozens of times his original size.
Clatter...
The Myriad Demon Cauldron tipped his mouth downward and emptied out all seventeen fangs. They struck one