This Isn't a Trap

There were no gods in this world.

If the tree ancestor was a god, he wouldn't have hopped into an abyss so readily and foolishly.

It was a bottomless abyss.

But he didn't know that.

As a supreme existence of the spirit world gearing to attain the Great Sainthood, not many beings could threaten him anymore.

He hadn't considered this young man as a worthy threat for one second.

Not even with the formidable Cauldron in his possession!

So what?

Even the invincible Yellow Emperor had faded away in the past.

The original Cauldron had been divided into nine and scattered across the universe.

So what if one of the pieces appeared?

What good would a divine weapon do in the hands of a juvenile kid? Who could he hurt?

The tree ancestor's mental strength was indomitable!

His divine soul was so powerful it could be crystalized into a solid form.

Even with its physical form ruined... granted, it may be a critical blow but not a lethal one.