The sky rang like heavenly bells as the large, ornamented cauldron — seemingly forged from the most flawless white metal — tolled like a bell each time it slammed into the barrier. Each strike sent fissures crawling across the once-powerful and impenetrable protective layer, threatening to shatter it completely. The cauldron's deafening chime reverberated through the sect, shaking the hearts of all who heard it.
Above them stood Wen Ran's master, his figure wreathed in flame, like a demon king towering over a world of ants. Right now, he seemed like an immortal god, capable of turning the heavens and earth upside down with a flick of his palm. His presence alone was enough to stir the slumbering demons buried deep within the sect's foundation — one of whom was already awakening.
