The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

In this mysterious and silent space, Matthew stood there like a sculpture, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, as if he had just escaped from a tragic life-and-death struggle.

Every breath he took was like pulling a bellows, making a heavy and rapid sound, as if announcing to the world the hardships and tribulations he had experienced before.

Time passed slowly in tension and fatigue, and after a long time, his breathing gradually calmed down like a storm that gradually subsided.

Matthew closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and gently wiped away the beads of sweat on his forehead, trying to calm his pounding heart.

After calming down a little, he turned around slowly as if he was carrying a heavy burden, and his eyes involuntarily looked behind him.

The old man was still kneeling on his knees, his figure frozen on the ninth step.

His body trembled slightly, like a leaf swaying in the wind, and every breath was accompanied by a violent gasp, which was full of fatigue and weakness.

Judging from his shaky and breathless appearance, he had obviously used up all his strength, as if even the last bit of strength had been squeezed out by this long and difficult climb.

His hands were deeply embedded in the gap of the steps, as if he wanted to rely on this last bit of obsession to move forward even an inch. However, the cruel reality told him that all this was in vain. He could not move forward any further. After climbing this last step, his hope was shattered.

Matthew just glanced at the old man lightly, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

Soon, he retracted his gaze without hesitation, as if the old man was just an insignificant passerby.

He once again focused all his attention on the two boxes in front of him, and his eyes instantly became hot and firm.

Recalling the hard work and hardships he had endured along the way, Matthew felt mixed emotions.

He had worked so hard all the way just for the legendary Huashen Pill in the box.

Now, the two mysterious boxes were quietly placed in front of him, so close that they seemed to be within reach.

Matthew felt his heartbeat speed up involuntarily, and the "bang bang" sound seemed to break through his chest.

An irrepressible excitement instantly surged into his heart, hitting his reason like a surging tide.

After all, in order to get the things in the box, he had gone through untold hardships and paid too much.

But despite this, Matthew was not overwhelmed by this sudden joy.

Years of experience in cultivating immortals made him a cautious character. He knew that in this world of cultivating immortals full of fraud and traps, everything could not be judged by appearance alone.

Although the old man said with certainty that the box contained Huashen Pills, everything was still unknown.

After all, this matter is only the old man's one-sided statement. Before confirming it with your own eyes, all speculations are just castles in the air.

Its authenticity can only be seen after opening the box. Before that, any impulse may bring irreversible consequences.

Matthew took a deep breath and tried to calm his boiling blood.

He suppressed his inner excitement and walked towards the two boxes step by step with steady and firm steps.

Every step was taken very carefully. His eyes were fixed on the two boxes, full of expectation and vigilance, ready to uncover the secrets in the two boxes.

"Fellow Daoist Ma, take me with you. I can tell you a lot of secrets about this place!" Just as Matthew was about to approach the box, the old man's voice sounded again.

There was a hint of pleading in this voice, mixed with a bit of urgency, as if grabbing the last straw to save his life.

When the old man saw that Matthew was no longer paying attention to him, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He no longer cared about his face and shouted loudly.

He knew that if he could not seize this opportunity, he would be trapped on the ninth step forever and miss the chance of success.

Matthew still did not respond to the call this time.

His footsteps did not stop at all, and he thought to himself that he had spent so much effort to come up, how could he bring the other party up.

In this world of immortal cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, people's hearts are unpredictable. Who can guarantee that the old man will not attack him after coming up?

If he brings him up and attacks him, he will be asking for trouble.

Years of immortal cultivation have made him understand that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. At this critical moment, he must not be soft-hearted.

Matthew continued to walk towards the box, and his figure appeared particularly firm in the silent space.

And the old man's shouting was gradually left behind by him. At this moment, he only had the two boxes in his mind, and the Shenhua Pill that might be hidden in the box.

Matthew walked quietly to the box on the left.

Slowly walking around the box, his eyes were attracted by a magnet, staring at the box, never moving his eyes away.

The surface of the box was covered with dazzling carvings, the patterns were intricate and intertwined, like a beautiful painting.

Every line was delicate and subtle, showing the gorgeous beauty.

However, such an exquisite box only has a solitary lock, and there is no common lock or other similar objects hanging on it, giving people the feeling that it can be easily opened with just a slight twist.

Matthew stared at it quietly for a while, secretly wondering what secrets were hidden in the box.

Finally, unable to suppress his curiosity, he carefully stretched out his right hand and slowly reached for the mysterious lock.

At the moment when his fingertips touched the lock, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed in Matthew's eyes.

However, this was not because of any unexpected situation. On the contrary, everything seemed unusually calm.

After a little hesitation, he decisively broke the lock with force and opened the lid of the box.

The whole process was surprisingly smooth, without any obstacles or abnormalities.

This made Matthew, who was originally highly nervous, relax a little, and his tense nerves also relaxed slightly, and he exhaled gently.

Inside the box was a golden bottle, made of unknown materials.

Matthew's hand trembled slightly as he reached out and took the bottle out of the box.

The bottle was very light, and Matthew shook it gently after picking it up.

When he heard a slight collision sound from the bottle, a smile appeared on his face.

Then, he opened the bottle.

The bottle mouth turned over, and with a gurgle, a golden pill the size of a longan rolled out of the bottle and landed on Matthew's other palm.

"It's really the God-Transforming Pill!"