The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

In this seemingly endless abyss of torture, Matthew's consciousness was gradually shrouded by the fog of chaos and became blurred.

His mind was like a trapped beast in a quagmire. Every struggle became heavier, and every sense gradually dissipated under the erosion of pain.

He seemed to be in an endless dark abyss, surrounded by pain and despair as real as substance.

The pain, like a sharp ice spike, pierced into every inch of his skin and deep into his bones; the despair, like thick ink, wrapped him tightly, making him unable to see a trace of light.

In this dark world, there is no direction, no end, only overwhelming suffering that drowns him layer by layer.

However, even though he was trapped in this desperate quagmire, Matthew's persistence in practice and desire for breakthrough flickered tenaciously.

It was like a weak light swaying in a storm. Although it could be extinguished by darkness at any time, it still burned stubbornly and emitted an unyielding light.

This glimmer of light became his only support in this endless pain, and it was the eternal hope in the depths of his soul.

He warned himself countless times in his heart that he must persevere.

He knew that this might be the severe ordeal that could not be avoided on the road of practice.

Every breakthrough in practice was accompanied by unimaginable hardships, and this time, it might be another severe test of fate for him.

As long as he could get through this level and break through the obstacles in front of him, he might be able to achieve a real transformation and usher in a major leap on the road of practice.

So, although his body was suffering from unbearable pain, every inch of muscle was twisted in pain, and every nerve was screaming wildly, he still clenched his teeth tightly, and his cheeks bulged high due to the effort.

With his tenacious willpower like steel, he tried to maintain the last bit of clarity in this storm of consciousness.

His eyes were fixed on the madly spinning sphere in the sea of ​​consciousness. The sphere seemed to be the root of all pain, and it seemed to hide the key to breaking through the difficulties.

It rotated at high speed, emitting a strange light, bringing a powerful force, impacting Matthew's sea of ​​consciousness.

At this critical moment, every breath seemed like a long torture.

Time seemed to be stretched by an invisible big hand, and every breath became extremely long, as if solidified into eternity.

Matthew's body twitched uncontrollably in pain, his limbs twisted, and his body trembled.

His soul was also undergoing an unprecedented severe test in this doomsday storm.

That unknown powerful force, like a surging tide, beat the embankment of his soul wave after wave, trying to completely break it down.

But Matthew's belief in his heart became more and more firm, like a pine tree rooted in a boulder, no matter how violent the storm was, it could not shake it.

He was determined to use his indestructible and unyielding will to fight against this unknown powerful force and explore the mysterious secrets hidden in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

He believed that as long as he did not give up, he would be able to find a ray of light in this endless darkness.

Time passed quietly bit by bit. In this long torment, even if time seemed to be infinitely slowed down and almost stagnant, it was still flowing slowly.

In the continuous self-adjustment, Matthew gradually began to adapt to the torture his body was suffering at the moment.

He learned to live with pain, find a trace of tranquility in the severe pain, and strive to make his body and mind reach a new balance.

However, the harsh sound in the sea of ​​consciousness continued to sound, like a sharp siren, without stopping for a moment.

That sound was like a sharp blade, constantly cutting his nerves, making him restless for a moment.

But Matthew was no longer easily disturbed by this sound. He focused his attention on the rotating ball, trying to interpret a clue from its crazy rotation, a ray of hope that could get him out of trouble.

As time went on, Matthew found that the rotation of the ball seemed to have begun to show some subtle changes.

Its speed was no longer as crazy and irregular as before, but it would occasionally pause during high-speed rotation.

This subtle change, like a ray of light in the darkness, gave Matthew a glimmer of hope.

He held on to this glimmer of hope and observed every movement and change of the sphere with full concentration.

He began to try to concentrate his consciousness and approach the sphere carefully.

Every time he got closer, the powerful force launched a more violent attack on his soul.

But Matthew did not flinch. He gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step.

Finally, at the moment when the sphere paused briefly, Matthew felt a mysterious breath emanating from the sphere.

He did not hesitate to integrate his consciousness into the breath and tried to establish a connection with it.

At the moment when his spiritual power blended with the breath, a strong light suddenly burst out from his sea of ​​consciousness.

The light was like a bright star, illuminating the entire dark sea of ​​consciousness.

In this light, Matthew felt an unprecedented powerful force, which seemed to be a mysterious gift from the depths of the universe, continuously infusing his body and soul.

At the same time, the severe pain that had been following Matthew like a shadow and tormenting him mercilessly seemed to be gently wiped away by an invisible big hand, and was gradually dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The sharp and piercing sound in the sea of ​​consciousness, which seemed to tear his soul apart, also stopped abruptly at this moment, leaving only a heart-pounding silence.

The rapidly rotating sphere, which had previously emitted a strange light and ravaged Matthew's sea of ​​consciousness in a crazy manner, suddenly shattered without any warning.

It was like a dazzling gem that was over-compressed. At the moment it reached its limit, it burst into countless tiny fragments, each of which flashed a mysterious and dangerous glimmer.

When the sphere broke, a suffocating energy poured out from its core.

This energy seemed to be an ancient beast that had been imprisoned for countless years. Once it broke free from the cage, it brought endless wildness and power.

It was extremely huge, as if it had accumulated countless energy after a long period of precipitation and accumulation, just to explode at this moment.

Once the energy was released, it was like a wild horse that broke free from its reins, spreading uncontrollably to every corner of the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was like a surging wave, sweeping every corner of the sea of ​​consciousness with overwhelming force.

Wherever it went, the space seemed to be twisted and deformed by this powerful force.

The originally dark and deep sea of ​​consciousness was illuminated by this energy, as bright as day, with flickering light, like a sky ravaged by lightning.