The cauldron was shrouded in flames within the starry sky that permeated a terrifying temperature.

A golden skeletal frame laid in the cauldron and seemed to have been forged from a divine metal. It was indestructible and emitted a dense immortal aura.

There were ancient runes on the skeletal frame that gave out a misperception that this skeleton was created at the beginning of the world.

But despite being a skeletal frame, one could sense an extremely faint vitality within it.

Outside the cauldron, the blurred silhouette slightly nodded his head as his expression had turned a little more grave. In the next moment, he flung his hand and a purplish-golden mist gathered from the surroundings. That mist was the extremely pure Immortal Origin.

When the mist burrowed into the cauldron, it enveloped the skeletal frame and started to form the flesh at a plodding progress…

The regeneration was extremely...