Someone Owes Spirit Wa A Favor

In the sun world, Spirit Wa finally finished her whole set of ever-changing ingenious spells of creation.

The nine cauldrons were steaming, venting waves of scorching airstreams while glistering with images of mountains, rivers, legendary creatures, gods and ghosts, flowers, and small creatures; they looked so magnificent yet so mysterious.

A strong, suffocating pressure was released from the nine cauldrons. Even Spirit Wa had to cast a small spell to shield herself against the pressure given off naturally by the nine cauldrons.

Si Wen Ming sat in the circle of the nine cauldrons with his legs crossed. The powers of the cauldrons had merged perfectly into one with his. His spirit star power had been improved by the nine cauldrons, and was now released, condensing into a mighty mountain floating above his head. A dark-yellow mist had been rising from the mountain, hovering and whooshing in and out of the mountain like enormous dragons, quaking the surrounding space.