"So this is... the Sinful Fire Punishment Thunder Red Cauldron."
A scorching gale howled past, sending Qing Cang's hair flying. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind inevitably stirred by the sight.
Even a Tier Nine Professional was worlds apart from someone at the Morning Star Tier. Their Life Levels were fundamentally different. The weapons used by a Morning Star were forged at immense cost and possessed extraordinary power.
'But who knew what kind of battle my late martial uncle fought to end up in such a state,' he thought.
With a RUMBLE, the broken Red Cauldron stood upon the earth like a boundless metal mountain. The collapsed ground around it was smoothed over by an Invisible Power, rapidly solidifying.
As the surrounding fire and lightning seethed, even the swirling mist in the area receded somewhat, becoming unusually clear.
