"I actually survived?"
Once the personification of an immortal with a celestial aura like those from legends, the Old Daoist Ji Yuan was now in tattered clothes, his hair and beard in disarray, looking utterly disheveled.
But he truly survived!
That massive black cauldron, just looking at it, didn't seem ordinary.
At least it was a powerful presence at the level of a Spiritual Treasure.
Such a precious item's self-destruction, its might was utterly not something a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator could resist.
However, Old Daoist Ji Yuan indeed survived.
In fact, it wasn't just him; even the other Nascent Soul True Masters on the Sea of Clouds Square also survived.
As he was in a frenzy of relief, a murmur reached his ears.
"You all are indeed lucky, but it's because we bore the brunt of the Refining Heaven Cauldron's self-destruction for you!"
Ji Yuan Daoist was taken aback, then saw a woman gracefully descending from the sky, looking at him with a mocking smile.
Nightmare!
