The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

As the picture kept moving, Matthew felt as if he had merged into this magical landscape.

His footsteps seemed to follow the rhythm of the picture, exploring step by step.

Suddenly, the picture on the light screen changed, and a clear, winding stream appeared.

The stream water flashed silvery light in the sun, making a pleasant sound of water.

Matthew could almost feel the refreshing feeling of the cool stream water brushing against the back of his feet.

Then, the picture changed again, this time it was a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom.

Flowers of various colors and shapes bloomed, exuding charming fragrance.

Butterflies and bees shuttled among the flowers, diligently collecting nectar.

Matthew felt as if he could smell the fragrance of those flowers, and even feel the delicate touch of the petals touching his skin.

Then, a vast grassland appeared on the light screen.

The wind on the grassland blew gently, and the grass waves rolled, like a green ocean.

In the distance, a group of wild horses galloped past, raising dust, showing a primitive and wild beauty.

Matthew seemed to hear the sound of horse hooves echoing in his ears, and felt the breath of freedom and unrestrainedness.

Finally, the picture was frozen in front of an ancient temple.

This temple is located on the top of the mountain, with towering ancient trees and lingering incense.

The architectural style of the temple is simple and elegant, revealing a calm and mysterious atmosphere.

Matthew felt an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart. For some reason, he felt that he should have come here.

Just when he wanted to enter the temple, the purple tripod suddenly appeared in his body.

Then, the purple tripod emitted a soft light, wrapping Matthew up.

He felt his body gradually lose weight, as if he was gently lifted up by an invisible hand, and slowly flew towards the ancient and mysterious temple.

When Matthew opened his eyes again, he found that he was standing steadily in front of the gate of the temple.

With full of curiosity and expectation, Matthew stepped into the gate of the temple carefully.

In an instant, he seemed to have entered another world.

A hall full of solemnity, tranquility and peace appeared before his eyes.

Smoke was curling in the hall, and the air was filled with an intoxicating and refreshing fragrance.

Looking around, the walls were covered with finely carved murals, each of which was vivid and lifelike.

Matthew's sight was involuntarily attracted by these murals, and he walked forward involuntarily and looked closely.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the figure in one of the murals, and he could no longer move away.

The figure in the mural seemed to have life, trembling slightly, as if he would walk down from the wall in the next moment.

What surprised him even more was that the man was holding an object in his hand, which was the purple tripod that he was very familiar with.

Somehow, when he saw the man in this mural, Matthew felt a sense of intimacy that could not be described in words.

The figure in the mural was wearing antique clothes, with a solemn and peaceful expression, and the purple tripod in his hand was flashing a faint light.

But because the person in the painting had his back to Matthew, he could not see his true face.

Just as Matthew was staring at it, the purple tripod suddenly appeared again and emitted a bright purple light.

At the same time, the purple tripod in the hand of the person in the painting also emitted a dazzling purple light at this moment.

After the two identical lights collided with each other, they immediately blended together.

Soon, Matthew and the mural were completely covered by the purple light, and they could not see their situation at all.

At this time, Matthew found that he had actually entered the mural.

At this moment, he was floating in the air, looking at the person in front of him from a distance.

The person was standing on the top of the mountain at this moment, looking into the distance.

The person still had his back to him, as if he had sensed Matthew's gaze.

The person lightly tapped the purple tripod beside him with his finger.

Suddenly, a long sword that looked very ordinary flew out of the purple tripod and fell into the person's hand.

The moment this person grasped the long sword, his aura suddenly changed.

He stood quietly on the top of the mountain, his figure as tall as a pine tree, like an unshakable towering mountain.

He held a long sword in his hand, the sword body flashed with icy cold light, as if it was tempered from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, exuding a heart-pounding breath.

He swung the long sword lightly, seemingly casual movements, but in fact contained endless mystery and power.

In an instant, an extremely terrifying and sharp sword energy suddenly burst out!

This sword energy was like a thunderbolt from the sky, carrying a majestic momentum of destroying the world, and slashed forward!

Wherever the sword energy passed, the void seemed to be unable to withstand its pressure, and was torn apart, leaving a dark crack that lasted for a long time.

The crack was bottomless, as if it was connected to the end of the universe, which was daunting.

The sword energy swept through, and everything was reduced to dust.

Whether it was the hard rocks or the lush forests, they all seemed so fragile and vulnerable in front of this terrifying sword energy.

The air waves caused by the sword energy surged in all directions like a tidal wave, with howling winds and billowing smoke and dust.

Matthew witnessed the power of the sword just now with his own eyes, and he was completely stunned, with a blank mind.

The powerful force of this sword energy has far exceeded his cognition.

Compared with this sword energy, the methods he used before are nothing compared to it.

He didn't know what realm he had to reach to be able to swing such a powerful sword so casually.

"This is a figure I left behind. It is a kind of fate to meet the new owner of Zi Ding here. Well, I will teach you this set of sword training skills, but how powerful it can be depends on your own attainments and talents."

Just as Matthew was shocked, a very calm male voice suddenly came from the top of the mountain.

Before the sound fell, a sharp sword energy shadow rushed like lightning.

This sword energy shadow was as fast as the wind and as powerful as thunder, shooting towards Matthew at a speed that ordinary people could not reach.

Faced with such a sudden change, Matthew had no time to react, and before he could even blink, the sword energy shadow had already penetrated into his forehead fiercely.

Instantly, a sharp pain came, as if it was going to tear his head apart.

However, this pain only lasted for a moment, and then it was replaced by a powerful force.

Then, a large amount of strange and mysterious information flooded into Matthew's mind like a tide.

This information was intricate and obscure, but it carried an indescribable mysterious atmosphere.

After a careful understanding, Matthew finally realized that this information was the sword-raising technique taught by the mysterious man!