Could it be that the eleventh small cauldron has already been taken by other forbidden figures?
Thinking about this question, Ye Xuan's expression immediately darkened. He could be indifferent about other things, but the eleventh small cauldron was within his grasp, and he would not allow anyone to touch it.
Time flows like water, fleeting in the blink of an eye.
Another hundred million years passed, and Ye Xuan had already traversed seventy-nine ancient divine palaces. Apart from acquiring some so-called ancient spiritual objects, he had no other gains.
According to Ye Xuan's own calculations, the eleventh epoch had reached ten billion years at this moment, with two hundred million years remaining before the eleventh epoch ended, and the twelve primordial meetings would commence.
What a pity!
During two hundred million years on the ancient divine mountain, Ye Xuan consumed a large amount of ancient spiritual objects, hoping to elevate his cultivation to the next great realm.
