Chapter 16: Three Cauldrons

After pondering for a moment, Lin Yang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he burst into laughter. "I remember now. These beasts have a weakness. They usually live in the mud of the swamp and feed on the creatures in the mud. However, they are particularly afraid of the fragrance of lotus flowers, especially the lotus flower powder. Once they smell the fragrance, they will hide in the mud!"

"Lotus flowers grow in the mud but remain unstained. They are pure and untainted by the darkness. They are the natural enemies of these mud-dwelling beasts! There seems to be lotus flowers growing around the Black Forest Mountain Range. I will make a simple sachet with lotus flower powder to ward off these Blood Crocodiles!" Lin Yang smiled gently, and his figure disappeared. After a few hours, he returned with a sachet emitting a faint lotus flower fragrance.

This time, with the sachet tied around their waists, the Blood Crocodiles lying lazily on the rocks at the entrance of the ancient temple suddenly became restless and agitated. Their murky yellow eyes fixated on the figure approaching from afar, filled with hostility and anger.

Lin Yang held the sachet tightly, remaining on guard. These Blood Crocodiles seemed highly hostile, and if it weren't for the lotus flower fragrance emitting from the sachet, they would have already charged at him.

Roar!

Emitting low warning growls, the Blood Crocodiles lowered themselves to the ground, raising their long, sharp mouths, seemingly ready to attack.

Lin Yang's eyes filled with vigilance as he stared at the several large crocodiles. Step by step, he approached them, energy gathering in his hands. If any of the crocodiles made a sudden movement, he would launch a powerful strike.

However, much to his relief, it seemed that the lotus flower sachet had taken effect. When the three Blood Crocodiles were within a hundred feet of him, they couldn't endure the fragrance any longer. Letting out a low roar, they swiftly rushed into the mud, stirring it up with their tails and disappearing from sight.

Whoosh!

Lin Yang's chest heaved as he took a deep breath. Seizing the opportunity, he stomped onto the ground, causing the mud beneath his feet to explode. Using the force, he shot forward like an arrow, heading towards a huge boulder where the ancient temple was located.

"I've finally arrived at the Three Cauldron Emperor Temple!" Lin Yang's heart swelled with excitement as he gazed at the ancient temple before him.

The temple stood grandly, its imposing presence radiating from its massive structure. The entrance was adorned with intricate carvings depicting mythical creatures and ancient gods. The temple's architecture showcased a fusion of artistic beauty and spiritual reverence. It was a testament to the craftsmanship of the ancient world.

The temple's walls were weathered, covered in moss and ivy, highlighting its age and the passage of time. Its roof, adorned with grand, sloping eaves, gave the temple an air of majesty and grace.

Entering the temple, Lin Yang found himself in a vast hall with a high ceiling that seemed to reach the heavens. The hall was filled with an aura of solemnity and tranquility, as if the ancient gods themselves still lingered within its walls. The air carried a fragrance of incense that invoked a sense of reverence and awe.

The temple's construction and layout resembled those from the Nine Worlds Era, possessing a similar design to other ancient temples from that era.

Lin Yang's gaze swept across the temple, eventually landing on three bronze cauldrons.

He couldn't couldn't help but run his fingers over the patterns and symbols adorning their surfaces.

Mysterious ancient scripts adorned them, which even Lin Yang, who considered himself to have a strong memory, couldn't decipher. He believed that it might be the language of a long-lost tribe from the river of time.

After searching around, Lin Yang returned to his original spot, a vexed expression on his face. He had explored every nook and cranny but couldn't find the mechanism to open the underground ruins.

His eyes gleamed with an odd light, and frustration filled his expression. He surveyed the surroundings, scrutinizing every corner, thinking to himself, "This is strange. Why can't I find the entrance to the underground palace? Could it be hidden by some kind of restriction? Or is there a formation that I can't discern?"

With his knowledge of formations, Lin Yang believed that he had a good understanding of the Formations Dao. In his previous life, he had put in significant effort to study formations in order to find information about breaking through to the Immortal Foundation Realm, allowing him to treat these terrifying ruins as his own backyard and plunder freely.

However, after thoroughly searching the ancient temple, he couldn't find any clues. He couldn't even locate the entrance, let alone enter.

"This doesn't make sense. I must have overlooked something!" Lin Yang's eyes roved across the Three Cauldrons Emperor Temple, finally fixating on the three plain bronze cauldrons, covered in rusty patches.

Seeing the cauldrons, his heart skipped a beat. Taking a few steps forward, he tried to move one of them with his strength, only to discover a clue. He felt an immense force resisting him, rendering him unable to budge the cauldron at all.

Lin Yang was stunned. Logically speaking, moving a bronze cauldron weighing over a thousand pounds shouldn't have been a problem for him. But now, it seemed as if the cauldron had rooted itself to the ground, connected to the earth.

"It seems there's something mysterious about these cauldrons!" Lin Yang had a sudden realization, hastily inspecting the cauldrons from top to bottom. However, his brows furrowed deeply as he did so. Even though the cauldrons were made of bronze, the material was an unknown type of peculiar ore, unfamiliar even to Lin Yang.

The ore possessed a profound texture and weight, comparable to that of 10,000-year-old Copper Essence. It was impervious to blades and resistant to being soaked in water.

Lin Yang carefully examined them. Apart from the fact that these three cauldrons were relatively hard, there was nothing strange about them.

No, there were also patterns!