Xuanhuang Heaven, Taiyi Hall.
The ancient and solemn grand hall always made Gao Xian feel suffocated.
Standing nine feet tall with a rugged, venerable face, the Jiuzhou Cauldron was even more imposing and weighty than the hall itself.
The vicissitudes of time had left marks on the Jiuzhou Cauldron, but they did not damage its essence; instead, they made it even stronger.
In its body resided a magnificent and unparalleled power that spanned from ancient times to the present.
Facing such a mighty being, Gao Xian hadn’t understood before, but after advancing to the Sixth Step, he could somewhat grasp it.
Not understanding was fine, but grasping some of it made Gao Xian feel even more oppressed.
“Junior Gao Xian pays respects to senior,” Gao Xian said respectfully, bowing.
The Jiuzhou Cauldron’s eyes flickered slightly, and Gao Xian’s figure was reflected deep in its blue-gold pupils.
“You have attained the Pure Yang Dao, not bad,” it said.
Its voice was heavy and majestic, like a grand bell tolling.
Just like last time, even though Gao Xian had forged the Tai Xuan Divine Aspect into a Yang God and cultivated a powerful body with Sixth Step Physical Refinement, under that voice, his form and spirit still uncontrollably resonated.
This resonance was very dangerous.