A moment later, a deep, heavy hum that seemed to carry the vicissitudes of eternity emanated from deep within the cauldron.
"BUZZ..."
The hum was not loud, but it caused the entire Cyan Mountain Daoist Temple to tremble. The withered leaves clinging to the dead tree's branches rustled down, twirling in midair, reluctant to fall to the ground for a long time.
The Mountain River Cauldron had awakened. This was not the half-asleep, half-awake state of weak spiritual nature from before, but a true, complete awakening with its consciousness fully returned.
"Fourteenth Brother!" Cai Shen's voice pitched up, his spiritual nature violently fluctuating as he nearly burst out from his own cauldron.
