Immortal Cauldron

A thousand years ago, Daoists, Buddhists, demons, and monsters agreed to a duel of magic in the legendary land of Penglai. A bored rogue cultivator sneaked in to watch, only to find that the area had long been set with the Myriad Swords Returning to Sect Grand Formation. By the time he realized and tried to escape, it was already too late. After a thousand years of struggle, all the cultivators trapped within the formation had their physical bodies utterly destroyed.

A thousand years later, the grand formation is broken. The Daoists, Buddhists, demons, and monsters, relying on their remaining divine consciousness, entrust themselves to their respective magical artifacts and descend to the mortal world in search of new vessels.

William Bolton is quite lucky. Not long after descending, he encounters a vessel with outstanding potential. However... William Bolton can swear that the mortal’s death was truly not his doing, absolutely not a curse!

Kicking down the Pure Yang Jade Void Palace, charging up Mount Shu with a beautiful disciple to snatch the Immortal Sword—in this world where the strong prey on the weak, all you need is dominance!

Volume One: The Mortal World

Chapter 001: What a Sin...

Above the clouds, in a place invisible to ordinary eyes, a massive and majestic floating island was slowly moving.

This was the legendary Penglai Immortal Realm, spoken of by mortals, which appeared in the human world only once every few decades, then vanished again into the void.

On the floating island, the mountains were clear and the waters pure, peaks upon peaks, strange rocks everywhere, countless rare beasts and exotic creatures. Even more, the immortal herbs and spiritual medicines competed in beauty, lush and verdant, with a refreshing fragrance in the air that lifted the spirit.

However, within this tranquil environment, there was a forbidden area that no living being on the island dared to cross. If one possessed great magical powers, they could clearly see that within this hundred-mile expanse, a faint, shimmering light enveloped the land. At this moment, the light was like a dim oil lamp, on the verge of being snuffed out at any time.

Within the area covered by the light, countless bizarre weapons stood silently. These weapons floated in midair—there were sabers and swords, spears and staffs, even spiked hammers and long whips. Some resembled incense burners or the silk ribbons used by women. The weapons and items were divided into two factions, clearly separated down the middle, facing each other in opposition. On the left, immortal energy surged; on the right, a sinister demonic aura prevailed.

A loud laugh shattered the silence. A voice rang out: “You call yourselves righteous cultivators, but a thousand years ago you schemed and plotted, lured us here to Penglai under the guise of a duel, and then set the Myriad Swords Returning to Sect Grand Formation to trap us demons and monsters. And now? A thousand years have passed, our bodies are gone, and yet you still can’t do anything to us.”

Looking closely, there was no one in sight, but as the voice echoed, a red-tasseled spear radiating a strange demonic aura could be seen trembling slightly.

A Buddhist chant sounded, and a weapon resembling a demon-subduing pestle “walked” forward two steps, sighing, “That is enough!”

“Hahahaha!” The red-tasseled spear laughed heartily. “So-called righteous cultivators—turns out you’re just a bunch of fools. This thousand-year struggle destroyed our demon bodies, but you fared no better. Now we can only entrust our divine consciousness to our magical artifacts, barely surviving. Let’s see what you can do to us now!”

“Sky King, you are mistaken,” said a horsetail whisk, stepping up beside the demon-subduing pestle. “Why not let go of our grudges, and here in Penglai, discuss the Dao together, cultivate the great fruit, and return to the cycle of reincarnation sooner?”

“Little Daoist,” the red-tasseled spear replied with biting sarcasm, “are you suggesting I, Sky King, become your disciple, a mere servant boy?”

“Not at all, not at all,” the horsetail whisk replied loudly. “But after a thousand years of struggle, has the demon king not yet understood?”

“You have your Dao, I have my magic,” the red-tasseled spear snorted coldly. “Since a thousand years of fighting has settled nothing, why not have a second round?”

“What do you mean by a second round?” asked the demon-subduing pestle.

“Haha, your so-called righteousness has blinded your spirit. Isn’t this a perfect opportunity for another duel? It’s been a thousand years—do you think the Myriad Swords Formation can still operate? Besides... let’s not forget, today is the very day Penglai appears in the mortal world.”

“Sky King, don’t you dare!” the horsetail whisk shouted.

“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Sky King let out a long howl, ripples spreading from the red-tasseled spear. At the same time, the demon artifacts behind the spear also launched their attack. The righteous cultivators’ artifacts, caught off guard, could only cast spells to defend.

Though everyone’s bodies had long been destroyed, wielding their artifacts with divine consciousness still unleashed great power. The abundant spiritual energy between the two factions collided like crashing waves, surging upward.

With a loud crash, the light covering the area above was snuffed out like a candle in the wind.

“Not good! The Myriad Swords Formation is broken—the demons are escaping!” The demon-subduing pestle cried out in alarm, rushing forward, but the demon artifacts were already gone. In the distance, only Sky King’s laughter could be heard: “Thank you all for your help. See you again in the mortal world!”

“Sky King is truly cunning, using us to completely destroy the formation’s restraints,” the horsetail whisk sighed. “It seems the mortal world is about to face disaster once more.”