It was a month later when Zhou Yuan finally walked out of the lava cauldron.

Crack!

When he exited, cracks appeared on the cauldron before it ultimately shattered, leaving behind a roaring heat and molten fragments.

The boundless power within it had completely disappeared.

Zhou Yuan merely cast a glance at its remains before looking towards a tree by the lake. Yaoyao was seated on one of its branches, lazily leaning back with a wine gourd in her hand.

“You’re finally out.” She cast her gaze at Zhou Yuan and stretched her back, displaying her alluring curves.

Zhou Yuan took a step forward, and his figure appeared beside Yaoyao.

“It seems that you got a pretty good harvest,” remarked Yaoyao. Although Zhou Yuan’s expression was impassive, she could...