Chapter 1212: Three-Legged Small Cauldron

"A spatial immortal artifact? Excellent, Fellow Daoist Sun, please unleash it quickly. This sound is truly unbearable for us." The red-dressed young woman immediately said.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, if you have such a divine ability, please lend us a hand." The black-robed youth, also with a pained expression, hurriedly added.

"Fellow Daoist Sun's words just now seemed to have an unspoken meaning. Is there some trouble in activating this immortal artifact?" The triangular-eyed man frowned and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Lian is correct. This immortal artifact is a damaged fifth-grade immortal artifact with impaired restrictions, making it difficult to operate. It requires the combined efforts of the five of us to activate, and it will consume a considerable amount of our vital energy. Are the four of you willing to lend me a hand?" The gray-robed elder said.

"Consuming some vital energy is better than enduring this suffering here." The triangular-eyed man's eyes flickered with greed, but it quickly vanished as he spoke.

The red-dressed young woman and the black-robed youth immediately nodded in agreement, only the white-robed nun remained silent.

"Fairy Yu, what do you think?" The gray-robed elder looked at the white-robed nun.

The white-robed nun furrowed her delicate brows, seeming hesitant.

However, the golden wind blades outside the flying boat grew more numerous, and the sound transmitted inside became louder, causing her heart to pound rapidly, almost making it hard to breathe.

"Since Fellow Daoist Sun's immortal artifact can spare us from this torment, I naturally will contribute my efforts." The white-robed nun spoke, her voice like the tinkling of a spring, exceptionally pleasant to the ear.

Han Li heard this woman's voice for the first time, and his eyes lit up.

This voice was almost identical to that of Yu Meng Han from back then.

With such similarities in appearance, name, and voice, there couldn't be so many coincidences in the world. He was now ninety percent sure that this woman was Yu Meng Han.

"Good, then let's begin quickly." The gray-robed elder was overjoyed and spat out an object—a dark red three-legged small cauldron.

The cauldron had an antique shape, with half of its outer wall carved with simple patterns of flowers, birds, insects, and fish, rough in strokes but lifelike. The other half was inscribed with dense ancient script, each character glittering.

Unfortunately, one leg of the cauldron was broken, slightly marring its overall charm.

Han Li examined the cauldron from top to bottom and nodded slightly. This treasure indeed seemed extraordinary.

But at that moment, his body suddenly trembled, and his eyes fixed on the ancient script on the cauldron, a strange expression on his face—both surprise and excitement.

"Master, what's wrong?" Ti Hun noticed Han Li's abnormality and quickly asked.

But Han Li seemed not to hear Soul Cry's question.

The gray-robed old man opened his mouth and spat out a stream of golden light, which vanished into the small tripod. At the same time, his hands moved swiftly, and a rain of hand seals shot from his palms into the tripod.

A dark red light immediately emerged at the mouth of the tripod, spreading outward like liquid, though at a very slow pace.

"Fellow Daoists, lend me your strength! Use your immortal spiritual power to drive the tripod!" the gray-robed old man urged urgently.

Hearing this, the woman in the red dress and the others raised their hands and waved, each sending a stream of immortal spiritual power into the three-legged small tripod.

The three-legged small tripod shook violently, emitting a powerful devouring force.

The immortal spiritual power within the several people surged out wildly, and in just a few breaths, thirty percent of it was drained away.

Fortunately, the tripod's devouring force soon slowed down. With a bang, the dark red light spewing from the mouth of the tripod blazed brightly, instantly filling the entire room and enveloping the five of them.

Shrouded by the dark red light, the muffled thunderous roars from outside completely disappeared. The white-robed nun and the others relaxed their expressions.

"Many thanks, everyone..." The gray-robed old man turned to the other four and smiled.

But at that moment, a green shadow flashed before him, and with a soft puff, a dark green snake-shaped short sword pierced the gray-robed old man's lower abdomen.

Strands of green light rose from the snake-shaped short sword, coiling around the old man.

The gray-robed old man's skin instantly turned completely green, and with a thud, he fell straight to the ground, utterly devoid of breath.

Then the figure blurred, and the triangular-eyed man appeared out of thin air beside the three-legged tripod. A burst of yellow light erupted from his hand, transforming into a large yellow hand that grabbed the tripod firmly.

This series of events happened so swiftly that the other three only reacted at that moment.

'Lian, what are you doing?' the black-robed youth roared, his face full of anger.

The white-robed nun and the red-skirted young woman were also shocked and angry, but they said nothing.

The triangular-eyed man sneered, ignoring the three. With a motion of the large yellow hand gripping the tripod, he prepared to stow it away.

But just then, the dark red light that had filled the entire room suddenly collapsed, wrapping around the bodies of the five, then shot back with incredible speed.

Neither the white-robed nun and the other two, nor the triangular-eyed man, had time to react before they were engulfed by the dark red light and vanished into the tripod.

Inside the room, only a small dark red cauldron hovered in place.

At that moment, the void in the room rippled, and the figures of Han Li and the Weeping Soul materialized.

Han Li's expression had now calmed, but he still stared intently at the ancient script on the small dark red cauldron.

"This cauldron actually has the ability to absorb and restrain. It seems to be no ordinary spatial immortal artifact. But now those people have all been taken into the cauldron. What do we do now? Wait for them to come out?" the Weeping Soul asked, also examining the cauldron.

Han Li said nothing. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and spat out a mass of cyan flame, which enveloped the three-legged cauldron and began to burn it fiercely.

…

The white-robed nun and the others saw a flash before their eyes, and the next moment they appeared in a dark red space.

This space was quite large, spanning twenty or thirty li in size. The ground and sky both appeared dark red, exerting a great pressure, and the air rippled with a yin-cold aura that made them feel even more uncomfortable.

The group now stood on a square in the middle of the ground. Around the square stood nine dark red stone tablets, each dozens of zhang tall, inscribed with complex array patterns, seemingly forming a grand formation.

Unfortunately, three of the tablets were broken, and the array patterns on them had collapsed as well.

Near the square were tall buildings, almost filling the dark red space, but those structures were mostly in ruins. The ground was pitted with large craters and huge crevices, as if a fierce battle had taken place here.

Startled by this sudden change, the four of them forgot their conflict and looked around.

At that moment, the corpse of the gray-robed elder suddenly swelled like a balloon, quickly turning into a bloody tumor the size of a zhang, dripping with gore and interspersed with patches of green spots, looking extremely gruesome.

The triangular-eyed man and the other three were horrified at the sight and quickly leaped backward.

But the bloody tumor suddenly came to life, tumbling and rolling as it chased after the triangular-eyed man, moving even faster than him. In an instant, it closed to within a dozen zhang behind him.

The triangular-eyed man was greatly alarmed. A green light flashed on his body as he abruptly changed direction, shooting toward the left rear. In his haste, he also pointed a finger.

A green light shot out from his sleeve—it was the green serpent sword. With a flick, it transformed into a hundred-zhang-long green sword light that slashed at the bloody tumor.

But before the sword light could strike, the tumor suddenly burst apart. A violent, rolling wave of bloody air, mixed with chunks of flesh and broken limbs, swept across the surrounding several hundred zhang.

The triangular-eyed man was terrified. He spat out a black light that turned into a black shield with ancient patterns, placing it in front of him.

The next moment, a thunderous roar sounded as the explosive wave of bloody air swept over, blasting the triangular-eyed man, shield and all, thousands of zhang backward.

Although the black shield blocked the bloody air wave, the force within it still shook the triangular-eyed man, causing his qi and blood to churn.

Just as he was about to suppress it with his cultivation, a chill struck from behind. Nine golden blades had appeared from nowhere and were now three chi behind him.

The blades were as thin as cicada wings, with hilts carved into strange double-headed beast reliefs, exuding an intensely cold aura.

The triangular-eyed man was horrified. He shook his shoulders, and a green light curtain flew out from his body to meet the nine golden blades, while he himself dodged sideways.

But at that moment, the double-headed beast reliefs on the hilts of the nine golden blades suddenly opened their mouths wide, and nine streams of golden sound waves silently sprayed out, enveloping the triangular-eyed man.

A pained expression appeared on the triangular-eyed man's face, and his movements froze.

At that instant, the light of the nine golden blades flared up. They interweaved to form a golden blade array, trapping the green light curtain inside and twisting violently.

With a tearing sound, the green light curtain was ripped apart, turning into shreds of cloth.

The golden blade array then enveloped the triangular-eyed man and twisted again, instantly cutting his body into seven or eight pieces, blood splattering everywhere.

A mass of green light shot out from the bloody remains of the triangular-eyed man, fleeing into the distance like lightning—it was his nascent soul.

But at that moment, a figure appeared out of thin air in front of it. With a wave of his hand, a golden hand shot out and grabbed the green nascent soul. It was the black-robed youth.

"Haha! Lian Yan, you dared to order me around earlier. Today you've finally fallen into my hands. Let's see if you can still be arrogant! I'll extract your soul and torment it over yin fire for a hundred years, making you wish you were dead!" The black-robed youth grinned ferociously at the green nascent soul, laughing triumphantly.

The white-robed nun in the distance saw the black-robed youth's ferocious expression, frowned, and a flicker of disgust flashed in her eyes, but she suppressed it and flew over together with the red-dressed young woman.

"Fellow Daoist Tie, Lian Yan was greedy and despicable, and he sneak-attacked and killed Fellow Daoist Sun. He deserved to die. But this place is full of strangeness. We should first join forces to investigate," the white-robed nun said.

"Indeed," the black-robed youth quickly composed himself and put away the green nascent soul and the nine golden blades.

He waved his hand, sending out a stream of golden light to sweep up the storage magic tools and the green serpent sword from the triangular-eyed man's remains.

But just then, a dark red light suddenly surged from the ground of the square, then flashed and disappeared. The triangular-eyed man's remains and the green serpent sword had vanished without a trace.

The golden light the black-robed youth had sent out swept through empty air, and he was momentarily stunned.

The white-robed nun's pretty face also changed slightly. She quickly scanned the surroundings.

"Lian Yan indeed deserved to die. But there's no need to investigate this place. The two of you should just surrender," a voice suddenly rang out. Then the void in front flickered, and a figure appeared—it was none other than the gray-robed elder, speaking with a smile.