The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2626 Revisiting the old place

The sea breeze of Baiyue Island carried a faint salty smell. Matthew sat cross-legged on a blue stone in the center of the island, with a faint golden light on his fingertips.

Huang Chao sat cross-legged three meters away. His aura was steady, and his originally haggard face actually had a hint of redness.

"The medicinal power of the longevity pill has been completely absorbed." Matthew retracted his gaze and thought to himself.

Although this pill could not fundamentally solve Huang Chao's lifespan problem, it at least bought him several decades of time.

As for further plans...Matthew looked up at the gray sky in the distance.

At dusk several months later, Matthew tore open the space crack again.

Before leaving, he put Huang Chao into the Qinglong Bracelet, and used the power of the world soul to plant several opportunities in his body.

Some of these opportunities can help him refine the essence of his world soul, while others are his life-saving trump cards.

Matthew knew very well that although the Huang Dynasty was trustworthy, its lack of strength was ultimately a hidden danger.

"The origin of the world soul..."

Matthew whispered to himself, his fingertips sliding across the void, an almost imperceptible golden thread flowing between his fingers.

This is the essence he extracted after integrating the complete world soul. Even if only a trace of it is separated, it is enough to allow an ordinary cultivator to break through to a new realm.

In the Prison God Sea, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky above the deserted island filled with demonic energy.

Matthew walked out, his black robe rustling.

He looked around, his eyes sweeping across every inch of land like lightning.

"It's still so desolate." Matthew said softly, but his footsteps suddenly accelerated. His current movement speed is more than ten times faster than before, and each teleportation can cover a distance of hundreds of feet.

Three days later, a deafening explosion was heard from an island shrouded in evil energy.

A monster as big as a hill fell to the ground with a loud bang, and Matthew's figure slowly walked out of the smoke.

This monster has already reached the stage of transformation. If it were in the past, Matthew would have to work harder, but now...

"You dare to cause trouble with only this little ability?" Matthew flicked his fingers and a ray of golden light sank into the monster's corpse.

After a moment, the monster turned into ashes, leaving only a pitch-black magic core.

Such battles take place almost every day.

Matthew was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, wandering around the Prison God Sea.

He easily wiped out low-level monsters, and tracked down and killed high-level monsters one by one.

Those demons in the God Transformation Stage hiding in the dark have nowhere to hide, and their locations are often locked by Matthew as soon as they show up.

Two years passed in a flash.

Under Matthew's sweep, the transformed demons hiding in the God Prison Sea were pulled out one after another and killed.

Matthew did not even let go of those monsters at the Jindan and Yuanying levels.

That evening, Matthew stood on the top of a mountain and looked at the brightly lit city in the distance.

The space twisted slightly, and he appeared silently above the city wall.

"Wangxian City..." Matthew murmured to himself, with a complicated look in his eyes.

This once prosperous city of immortal cultivation has been completely transformed, with towering city walls and a city defense formation in continuous operation.

The streets and shops in his memory had long since changed beyond all recognition, and even the courtyard where he once lived was no longer visible.

Matthew did not alarm the monks in the city, but entered through the city gate like an ordinary merchant.

When handing over the spirit stone, the gatekeeper disciple just glanced at him casually and waved his hand to let him go.

The streets in the city are wide and clean, with shops lining both sides.

Matthew walked slowly, feeling the rich spiritual energy here.

Although it is not as pure as the holy land of immortal cultivation, it is enough for ordinary cultivators.

"My fellow Taoist, are you here to attend the auction?" the owner of a shop greeted warmly.

Matthew shook his head slightly and continued walking forward.

He made this trip simply to see the place where he grew up.

Now things have changed and there is no need to stay any longer. After taking a look around, he left quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

Deep in Xiaowang Mountain, in a quiet valley, Matthew was walking alone.

His spiritual sense had already covered the entire area, and not a single inch of land escaped his perception.

"It's here." Matthew stopped in front of a hillside.

The small wooden sign had long since decayed, and the mound of earth had been smoothed over by time, but Matthew still recognized the place at a glance.

He sat down casually against an ancient tree, his fingers unconsciously fiddling with the fallen leaves in front of him.

The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if responding to his words.

"Grandpa, I'm back." Matthew said softly, with the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously, "A lot of things have happened in these years..."

His voice became softer and softer, as if he was really talking to an old friend.

As he spoke, his expression became animated and his eyes sparkled with a youthful gleam.

At this moment, he seemed to have turned back into the young boy who would chatter non-stop over a trivial matter.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, giving his figure a golden edge.

His voice echoed in the valley. Although no one responded, he spoke so seriously, as if the old man was really listening right there.

As night fell, Matthew slowly got up.

He took one last look at the hillside and turned toward the exit of the valley.

“It’s time to go meet the Blood God.” Matthew narrowed his eyes, and the golden light at his fingertips flickered.

As we walked out of the valley, the night sky was dotted with stars.

Matthew looked up and suddenly remembered the time when he and the old man watched the stars together.

The starry sky seemed brighter then than it is now...

Matthew's figure suddenly appeared in the night, as solid as a wisp of green smoke.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his robe rustling in the mountain breeze, his eyes fixed on the closed door of the cave in front of him.

Wisps of forbidden light could be seen faintly flowing through the cracks in the door. It was obvious that this door could not be easily opened by ordinary people.

“I haven’t reached the lair of the Blood God yet, but I have met an old friend.” A hint of understanding flashed in Matthew’s eyes, and his spiritual awareness surged out like a tide, gently brushing against the restrictions outside the cave.

Those flashing runes were detectable under his spiritual sense, but did not trigger any alarms.

After about an incense stick of time had passed, the door to the cave slowly opened.

"I hope you are well, Brother Ma."

A woman in a Qinglian Taoist robe walked out gracefully. Her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, but she could not hide the sadness between her brows.

She looked at Matthew who suddenly appeared, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she bowed with a smile.

"Daoyou Qinglian is still as charming as ever." Matthew bowed in return, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment, and he already understood about 70% of the situation.

The person in front of him was none other than Qinglian Jushi, one of the few monks in the human world who could be on equal terms with Matthew.

"You've come at the right time, Daoist friend. I was just planning to take Shuang'er to look for you." After some greetings, Qinglian Lay Buddhist sighed and said

Sure enough! Matthew's heart moved, but he didn't show it on his face: "But what happened to Fairy Wu?"

He had originally planned to meet Wu Yanshuang on this trip.

Although Wu Kun's help eliminated the hidden danger in Wu Yanshuang's body, given the old monster's methods, there was no guarantee that he would not have any tricks up his sleeve.

Now that Wu Kun has been eliminated, it is time to give Wu Yan Shuang a thorough checkup.

"How did Brother Ma know this?" Mr. Qinglian's pupils shrank slightly and a look of shock flashed across his face.

Ma Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, the night wind blowing across his clothes: "Fellow Daoist, you are wandering here with a sad face, and the only person you are close to is Fairy Wu. Who else can make Daoist Qinglian so worried except her?"

After hearing the explanation, Qinglian Lay Buddhist's tense expression finally relaxed, and he smiled bitterly, "Daoyou, you have a keen eye."

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the two of them.

The mountain breeze blew through the pine forest, making a rustling sound, as if accompanying the night talk.