Translator: Aran

  On the lid of the brass cauldron that was one meter in diameter, there were indistinct engravings of birds and animals. They should be organisms of the distant past. The decorative design fluctuated with a strange beauty, whirling and rotating, floating above the cauldron and letting out strange “chi, chi” sounds.

  The pill cauldron that Ye Qingyu was located in was copper in colour, flickering and glimmering with the light.

  His entire body was stuffed ..