The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

After putting away the Dengtian Ling Island, Matthew quietly floated above the vast, boundless and deep sky.

His eyes, which were originally as calm as water, now flashed with mysterious and dazzling purple light, like two dazzling purple gems, staring closely at a piece of sky not far ahead, as if there was some shocking secret hidden there.

Suddenly, Matthew's hands danced quickly like a phantom, and as his ten fingers flew, he pinched out a series of complex and mysterious spells at an astonishing speed.

In an instant, a group of rich and almost substantial purple light appeared on his fingertips. This group of purple light was like the brightest star in the night sky, emitting a powerful energy fluctuation that made people palpitate.

"Go!"

Accompanied by a word gently uttered by Matthew, the group of purple light flew out from his fingertips like an arrow from a string, with a sharp and unparalleled momentum, turning into a stream of purple light, and ran straight towards the sky in front.

At the moment when the purple light was rushing forward, Matthew's hands suddenly retracted the constantly changing spells, and then changed his technique again.

At the same time, the purple light flying at high speed seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and a glimmer of spiritual light suddenly flashed on its surface.

The next moment, the seemingly indestructible purple light collapsed without any warning, just like a gorgeous firework blooming in the air.

But this was not an ordinary explosion, but a gorgeous transformation.

As the purple light collapsed, countless fragments of purple light seemed to be given life, like a group of lightly dancing butterflies, they fluttered up and down, danced, and drifted away.

These fragments of purple light intertwined and merged with each other, and finally gathered into a dreamlike purple glow.

This glow gently enveloped the space of dozens of feet in radius like a layer of gauze, reflecting everything around with purple mist, presenting a magnificent scene.

At this moment, Matthew uttered a word again: "Show!"

Although the sound was not loud, it seemed to have some mysterious power.

The purple glow suddenly lit up with a soft light, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Under this dazzling purple light, an object with a vague outline began to slowly appear.

However, this object was too blurry, as if it was separated by a thick veil, so that people could only vaguely see a general shape, but had no way to tell what kind of object it was.

Faced with such a strange scene, Matthew was not panicked at all.

On the contrary, he calmly stretched out his right hand, and his slender fingers were like the strings of a harp, quickly and accurately tapping the void.

As he moved, purple rays shot out from his fingertips like arrows from a string.

These purple rays were extremely fast, and they flew to the blurred object in the blink of an eye.

But unlike before, this time, the purple light did not disintegrate instantly after contacting the object, but seemed to be attracted by some force and tightly attached to the surface of the object.

Then, an amazing scene happened.

The purple light attached to the surface of the object began to automatically decompose and reorganize, and continuously transformed into more and more gorgeous purple rays of light.

These new rays of light were like a layer of soft gauze, quickly covering the original rays of light.

So, the rays of light, which were already full of fantasy colors, became more dreamy and dazzling at this moment, making people almost unable to open their eyes.

Time passed little by little, and under the continuous illumination of the purple rays of light, the originally blurred object finally gradually revealed its true appearance.

Until this time, Matthew, who had been concentrating on watching all this, finally saw clearly that it was actually a huge stone door floating in the air.

This stone door was like a weathered old man, standing there quietly.

The long river of time flows through it, leaving countless deep and shallow, crisscrossing mottled traces.

Some of these traces are as deep as ravines, as if carrying thousands of years of memory.

Some are as fine as spider webs, revealing the vicissitudes and changes of the years.

The simple and heavy charm seems to allow people to travel through time and space and feel the precipitation of history.

When the stone door was finally fully displayed in front of everyone, Matthew flew over without hesitation and came to the stone door in an instant.

This seemingly ordinary stone door is actually the key entrance to the mysterious Mangcang Treasure Pavilion.

Matthew already knew how to open this stone door.

He skillfully took out a gray token from the storage bag on his waist.

Compared with the tokens usually seen, this token is particularly large.

Its material is neither gold nor jade, and the surface is engraved with complex and ancient rune patterns, exuding a faint mysterious atmosphere.

After taking out the token, Matthew's face was solemn. He took a deep breath and quickly mobilized the huge mana hidden in his body.

The mana was like the surging water of a river, constantly gathering towards the token in his hand.

As the mana continued to flow into the token like a tide, the token that had been lying quietly in Matthew's palm began to tremble slightly.

It first shook gently, as if a child who had just woken up stretched, and then the amplitude of the tremor gradually increased, making a subtle buzzing sound.

At the same time, a soft light slowly lit up on the surface of the token.

The light seemed a little dim at first, like distant stars in the night sky, looming.

However, as Matthew continued to input mana, the light became brighter and brighter, gradually changing from faint starlight to bright moonlight, and finally even as bright as the blazing sun in the sky.

Then, Matthew held the token tightly with both hands, not daring to relax at all.

He concentrated on carefully aiming the token at the closed stone door in front of him.

At this moment, with a "whoosh" sound, a dazzling light suddenly shot out from the inside of the token!

The light was extremely fast, like lightning breaking through the night sky, and instantly landed on the stone door accurately.

This light seemed to have life. As soon as it touched the stone door, it jumped and danced happily on the surface of the stone door like a smart elf.

They intertwined and entangled with each other, outlining a series of wonderful light and shadow patterns.

Those patterns looked like flying dragons and phoenixes, or flowers, birds, fish and insects, changing endlessly and making people dazzled.

At this moment, the originally crisscrossed traces on the stone door were also affected by this mysterious light.

Those traces were like a ignited fuse, and suddenly all lit up with the same color as the light.

They spread along the lines of the stone door, connecting with each other, forming a dazzling light net.

From a distance, the whole stone door seemed to be infected by this light, emitting a colorful brilliance.

Not long after, the stone door began to move slowly outward under the illumination and push of the light.

At first it was just a slight shake, but as time went on, the speed of movement became faster and faster, and the amplitude became larger and larger.

Obviously, this was a clear sign that the stone door was about to be fully opened.