The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Matthew was like a tireless warrior, fighting hard in this invisible battlefield of perception, constantly trying various methods, just to retain those perceptions that were as smart as elves but elusive.

However, fate seemed to always play tricks on people. Although he tried his best, the effect was minimal.

Every new perception was like dew on the grass in the morning. Under the caress of the sun, it disappeared as soon as it flashed, and like fragile bubbles, it just surfaced and then broke with a "puff" sound, leaving no trace.

Matthew watched these perceptions slip away from his fingertips. No matter how anxious he was, no matter how hard he tried to reach out and grab them, he could not retain even a trace.

At first, his heart was filled with anxiety, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his hands were unconsciously clenched, as if this would be able to grasp those illusory perceptions.

But as time went by, his eyes gradually lost their luster after failures, and his initial anxiety slowly turned into deep disappointment.

He lowered his head, his heart full of bitterness.

He began to reflect on himself, was he too greedy?

Those insights were like the stars in the sky. If he could really keep them all, with such a huge reserve of wisdom, he would have transcended the constraints of the human world and moved towards a higher realm.

Such thoughts made him feel a little helpless, and made him more desperate about the current predicament.

Just when Matthew was full of disappointment and was about to give up and end this seemingly hopeless pursuit, a strange movement suddenly came from his silent body.

The purple tripod, which had been quietly staying in the dantian, suddenly made a slight but penetrating buzzing sound, as if it was a giant beast that finally woke up after sleeping for thousands of years.

Although the sound was small, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Matthew's heart hard.

Then, a dazzling purple light burst out from the purple cauldron like a long-imprisoned lightning.

The purple light, with a mysterious and powerful aura, instantly illuminated the originally dark Dantian.

It flickered in the air for a few times, and the light was like a lively elf jumping happily, and then it appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness at an incredible speed.

The appearance of the purple light made the atmosphere of the sea of ​​consciousness become solemn and mysterious in an instant.

The perception that was originally scattered and about to disappear, under the reflection of the purple light, seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and moved towards the purple light.

Matthew widened his eyes and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. A new hope surged in his heart, as if he saw a ray of light in the dark abyss.

He held his breath and stared at the purple light, trying to figure out what this sudden change meant.

The purple light slowly rotated in the sea of ​​consciousness, and with each rotation, the perception around it condensed more tightly.

Those perceptions that were about to disappear gradually became clear and stable under the influence of the purple light, and no longer dissipated as easily as before.

Matthew realized that this sudden change in front of him might be a precious turning point given to him by fate, and it was his last hope to keep these precious perceptions.

In an instant, a fiery belief burned in his heart. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the excitement and uneasiness in his heart, and once again concentrated his mind, ready to go all out to meet this unknown challenge and opportunity.

His eyes revealed a firm determination, and he secretly swore in his heart that no matter what was waiting ahead, he would never let these perceptions that condensed wisdom and opportunities slip away from his hands quietly.

However, fate always seems to like to create some unexpected surprises.

Before Matthew could make any move, the mysterious purple light seemed to be summoned by some more powerful force, and suddenly carried those originally scattered and disappearing perceptions, like a meteor, rushing straight towards the spiritual energy sphere in the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, it plunged into the sphere.

At the moment when the purple light entered the sphere, the entire sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be injected with a powerful energy and instantly boiled.

The sphere that was originally quietly suspended in the sea of ​​consciousness, like an awakened ancient beast, immediately began to spin rapidly.

The speed of rotation was so fast that the surrounding spiritual energy produced violent fluctuations, forming small spiritual energy vortices.

Not only that, during the crazy rotation of the sphere, it also emitted bursts of low and powerful humming sounds.

This sound seemed to come from the distant ancient times, with a mysterious and majestic atmosphere. Each sound seemed to hit Matthew's soul heavily, making his heart tremble.

As time went by, the speed of the sphere's rotation became faster and faster, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture its trajectory with the naked eye.

In this high-speed rotation, strands of purple light emitting mysterious light, like the essence of energy squeezed out, drifted out from the inside of the sphere.

As soon as these purple lights appeared, they were immediately stirred by the powerful rotation force of the sphere and surrounded the sphere.

They danced around the sphere like smart purple ribbons, forming a gorgeous and mysterious purple halo.

Matthew's eyes widened, staring at the extremely fantastic scene in front of him, his heart full of shock and confusion.

He had never seen such a strange phenomenon, and he could not understand what kind of mystery was hidden behind it.

As the sphere spun at an almost crazy speed, the entire sea of ​​consciousness fell into unprecedented turmoil.

The lights that were originally quietly attached to the inner wall of the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be injected with a violent force and flickered wildly.

They were like crazy stars, jumping wantonly in the dark sky of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the light flickered, interweaving a weird and shocking picture.

At the same time, a sharp and piercing sound suddenly rang out from the inside of the sea of ​​consciousness.

This sound was like thousands of steel needles piercing the eardrum at the same time, and it was like a sharp blade scraping wildly on the metal, and its sharpness was beyond imagination.

Each sound seemed to tear Matthew's soul apart, and it kept echoing in his mind for a long time.

The sudden change made Matthew feel a splitting headache for a while, as if a huge iron hammer was hitting his head violently, and the whole head seemed to be about to split at any time.

He couldn't help but look up, and the veins on his forehead bulged, and each vein was like an angry little snake, beating violently under the skin.

His throat bulged with pain, and Matthew instinctively wanted to make a sound to vent his inner pain.

He used all his strength and opened his mouth desperately, but he couldn't make even the slightest sound.

That feeling of powerlessness, as if his throat was strangled, filled his heart with despair and fear.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, like a leaf shivering in the cold wind.

He clenched his fists subconsciously, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, even piercing his skin and oozing out a trace of blood.

His face became hideous and distorted due to extreme pain, his eyes were wide open and full of bloodshot, as if he wanted to imprint all the horrible scenes in front of him in his eyes.