Two months later.
In an unremarkable cave three thousand kilometers outside of Kyoto, Chu Xiu sat cross-legged.
His eyes were tightly shut, and a rare sheen of sweat formed on his forehead.
In front of him, a bronze cauldron as tall as two people hovered, carved with ancient patterns.
Curiously, around the imposing cauldron, statues of the Cyan Dragon, Black Tortoise, White Tiger, and Vermilion Bird stood, lifelike as if recreating the ancient divine beasts.
With the continuous refining of the Profound Fire, the details on the cauldron became clearer, and the vastness of the power on the cauldron grew more magnificent.
Finally, as if reaching a critical point, with a light exclamation from Chu Xiu, a mighty force radiated from the cauldron!
"It finally succeeded."
Chu Xiu exhaled a long breath and looked at the cauldron. Soon, a look of surprise appeared on his face!
Upper Three Grades!
