The Divine Cauldron hung in mid-air, spinning rapidly. Pei Xuanjing stood still beside it, his fair and slender hands casting many mysterious seals, showcasing the powerful Refining Spirit.
His agile hands fluttered like beautiful butterflies, drawing elegant arcs and leaving behind mysterious seals. Each seal contained a profound power, immersing countless strong minds, as if someone was leading them on a journey through the Great Tao.
The chaotic qi flow was surging frantically, but only the Divine Cauldron floated in the chaos, eternally steadfast with boundless majesty. Mysterious seals shimmered with the traces of the Dao, defying the onslaught of the chaotic qi flow, while flames drifted in the air like Golden Lotuses, each full of mystery.
Pei Xuanjing's expression gradually grew solemn. Even with his abilities, truly refining a Taoist Monarch treasure that could suppress a Taoist Monarch's power and lock the opponent's Dao Origin treasure was an extremely difficult task.
