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It had been nearly 8 years since the young general was trapped inside the pill cauldron…
8 years of no one but himself and the everlasting path of cultivation and all its various branches…
A normal person would've already gone insane by now... but he was no ordinary person.
In fact, if he were being honest, this 'unfortunate event' had given him nothing but benefits.
However, at this point in time, he was beginning to wonder what You Mie, Lan Yue, and Yang Hua were up to.
He didn't have any way to communicate with them, as although he had a few voice transmission tokens, they didn't work due to some interference caused by the various obstacles set up in the Pill Cauldron.
Nonetheless, his slight sense of longing was swiftly overwhelmed by the never-ending pursuit of the peak of everything.
So far, he reached the Middle Stages of the Middle Nascent Soul Realm and the Later Stages of Middle-Earth Rank in every single one of his professions.
This may not seem like much of an improvement as opposed to where he was two years ago, but in terms of cultivation, it only got harder to progress the further you went along your path .
On the other hand, for professions, two years to achieve the Late Stages of the Middle-Earth Rank in Spirit Blacksmithing was already an achievement that would put any number of supreme geniuses to shame!
Furthermore, although he was still in the Middle-Earth Rank, he had progressed quite a bit into the rank.
It likely wouldn't take any longer than two to three years for him to achieve the Absolute Peak-Earth Rank in all his professions!
Though that wouldn't be necessary, because the only thing he wanted to do right now was figure out where the optimal melting point for the pill cauldron was located.
After all, his Spirit Blacksmithing profession had progressed to a point where he could discern the weakest spots of just about anything below the Peak Heaven Rank.
And now, the only thing he had to do was figure out where exactly that wa-...
"Ahh, there you are."
Azmodeus pulled out his recently forged sword and aimed it at a spot of the pill cauldron with a light shimmer on the surface of it.
"It has been fun, and I thank you for allowing me this chance, but this is the end of our relationship…"
Following these words, he pulled back his sword and got into an unusual stance before lunging forward with everything he had!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
A countless number of sonic booms reverberated as the very fabric of the space inside the pill cauldron began to quake and crumble!
"Melt."
That was all Azmodeus said before plunging his sword into the side of the robust metal surface, resulting in an eruption of intense searing heat blasting outward from the surface of the blade!
WAAA!
Something seemed to change concerning the sturdiness of the pill Cauldron, and as if it all happened at once, at the exact moment that the sword penetrated the metal, everything shattered!
BOOOOOOM!
The entire Pill Cauldron exploded in a bright flash of effulgent red and black light, causing everything within thousands of meters of the cauldron to evaporate due to the sheer magnitude of the explosion!
From within the sut and dust clouds that eventually dispersed into the cool spring breeze of the outside world, a man with an otherworldly disposition emerged.
Emitting an aura beyond anything that could possibly be produced by a human, he looked like nothing less than an immortal!
Furthermore, his aura was not only extremely powerful, but it was also mysterious—so mysterious that one could not even begin to comprehend just how many secrets lie within the confines of that chiseled body of his.
"It seems like it was a success," Azmodeus softly murmured, his crimson black hair blowing in the wind as he took a good whiff of the air of a world not enclosed inside a tight space.
"It truly is better…"
After a few moments of taking in the atmosphere of Prometheus, feeling all the various elements of nature collide against his form, and watching all the animals dance around on top of the charred landscape, he ultimately decided to begin walking.
He took one step, and then another, and another…
Azmodeus eventually reached a point where his speed allowed him to zip away from the explosion sight, resulting in a number of sonic booms following right behind him.
He had no clue where he was going, but what he did know was that it was good to feel the wind blowing against his face again.
It was hard to describe what it was like to come out into the vast world outside after nearly a dozen years of being alone inside a dimly lit space.
Nevertheless, he decided to enjoy what he could while he had the chance.
After all, there were a number of figures speeding toward his location from all directions, and not a single one of them was below the Nascent Soul Realm in strength…
It looks like I have quite the welcoming party, huh? However, why are there so many Nascent Soul Realm Experts in this part of the Fire Nation…?
Azmodeus couldn't understand why there would be so many powerful experts in the small Fire Nation.
That was until he realized something…
I'm not in the Fire Nation???
But how could that be…?
Everything was becoming extremely complicated, as although he wasn't sure where exactly he was, he knew that it was a place far higher in level than the Fire Nation.
That point was especially solidified when the aura of multiple Soul Transformation Realm Experts emerged from seven different directions on this vast plot of land.
Seven Soul Transformation Realm Experts… Every single one of them is substantially stronger than the king of the Fire Nation…
He had no clue where he had been dropped off, but there were undoubtedly an untold number of dangers lying around every corner…
Although Azmodeus was running at levels over dozens of times the speed of sound, they were quickly gaining distance on him…
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