The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

As the picture continued to move, Matthew felt as if he had merged into this magical landscape.

His footsteps seemed to follow the rhythm of the picture, exploring forward step by step.

Suddenly, the picture on the screen changed, and a clear, winding stream appeared.

The stream water sparkles silvery white in the sun and makes pleasant sounds.

Matthew could almost feel the refreshing feeling of the cool stream water brushing against the back of his feet.

Then, the scene changed again, this time showing a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom.

Flowers of various colors and shapes are blooming, exuding charming fragrance.

Butterflies and bees fly among the flowers, diligently collecting nectar.

Matthew felt as if he could smell the fragrance of the flowers and even feel the delicate touch of the petals touching his skin.

Then, a vast grassland appeared on the light screen.

The wind blows gently across the grassland, and the grass waves roll like a green ocean.

In the distance, a group of wild horses galloped past, raising dust, showing a primitive and wild beauty.

Matthew seemed to be able to hear the sound of horse hooves echoing in his ears and feel the free and unrestrained atmosphere.

Finally, the scene freezes in front of an ancient temple.

The temple is located on top of a mountain, with towering ancient trees and curling incense.

The temple's architectural style is simple and elegant, revealing a calm and mysterious atmosphere.

Matthew felt an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart. He didn't know why he felt that he should have come here.

Just when he was about to enter the temple, the purple tripod suddenly appeared behind him.

Then, the purple tripod emitted a soft light, wrapping Matthew completely.

He felt his body gradually losing weight, as if being gently lifted up by an invisible hand, slowly flying towards the ancient and mysterious temple.

When Matthew opened his eyes again, he found himself standing steadily in front of the temple gate.

With full of curiosity and expectation, Matthew carefully stepped into the temple gate.

In an instant, he seemed to have entered another world.

A hall filled with a solemn, dignified, peaceful and harmonious atmosphere appears before your eyes.

The hall was filled with smoke and the air was filled with an intoxicating, relaxing fragrance.

Looking around, the walls are covered with intricately carved murals, each of which is vivid and lifelike.

Matthew's eyes were involuntarily attracted by these murals. He walked forward involuntarily and looked at them carefully.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on a figure in one of the murals and he could not look away.

The figures in the mural seemed to have life, trembling slightly, as if they would walk down from the wall in the next moment.

What surprised him even more was that the man was holding an object in his hand, which was the purple tripod that he was very familiar with.

Somehow, when he saw the man in the mural, Matthew felt a sense of intimacy that could not be described in words.

The figures in the murals are dressed in antique clothes, with solemn and peaceful expressions, and the purple tripod in their hands is flickering with faint light.

But because the person in the painting had his back to Matthew, he could not see his true face.

Just as Matthew was staring at it, the purple tripod suddenly appeared again, emitting a bright purple light.

At the same time, the purple tripod in the hand of the person in the painting also emitted a dazzling purple light.

After the two identical lights collided with each other, they immediately blended together.

Soon, Matthew and the mural were completely covered by the purple light, and their situation could no longer be seen.

At this time, Matthew found that he had actually entered the mural.

At this moment, he was floating in the air, looking at the person in front of him from afar.

The man was standing on the top of the mountain at this moment, looking into the distance.

The man still had his back to him, as if he had sensed Matthew's gaze.

The man lightly tapped the purple tripod beside him.

Suddenly, an ordinary-looking long sword flew out from the purple tripod and fell into the man's hands.

The moment this man grasped the sword, his aura suddenly changed.

He stood quietly on the top of the mountain, his figure as tall and straight as a pine tree, like an unshakable towering mountain.

He held a long sword in his hand, the sword blade flashing with an icy and chilling light, as if it was tempered from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

He swung the sword lightly, a seemingly casual movement that actually contained endless mystery and power.

In an instant, an extremely terrifying and sharp sword energy suddenly burst out!

This sword energy was like a thunderclap descending from the sky, carrying with it a mighty force that could destroy the world, and it slashed forward!

Wherever the sword energy passed, the void seemed unable to withstand its pressure and was torn apart, leaving behind a dark crack that lasted for a long time.

The crack was bottomless, as if it connected to the end of the universe, which was daunting.

The sword energy swept through, and everything was turned into dust.

No matter whether it was the extremely hard rocks or the lush forests, they all seemed so fragile and vulnerable in front of this extremely terrifying sword energy.

The air waves caused by the sword energy surged in all directions like a tidal wave, with howling winds and billowing smoke and dust.

Matthew witnessed the power of the sword just now with his own eyes. He was completely stunned and his mind went blank.

The powerful force of this sword energy was far beyond his understanding.

Compared with this sword energy, the methods he had used before were nothing but insignificant and not worth mentioning at all.

He didn't know what realm he had to reach to be able to swing a sword with such great power so casually.

"This is the figure I left behind in the past. It is fate that I can meet the new owner of the Purple Cauldron here. Well, I will teach you this set of sword training skills, but how powerful it can be will depend on your own attainments and talents."

Just as Matthew was astonished, a very calm male voice suddenly came from the top of the mountain.

Before the sound faded, a sharp sword shadow came rushing towards us like lightning.

The sword energy shadow was as fast as the wind and as powerful as thunder, shooting towards Matthew at a speed that ordinary people could hardly reach.

Faced with such a sudden change, Matthew had no time to react at all. Before he could even blink, the sword energy shadow had already penetrated into his forehead.

In an instant, a sharp pain came over him, as if it was going to tear his head apart.

However, the pain only lasted for a moment before it was replaced by a powerful force.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of strange and mysterious information flooded into Matthew's mind like a tide.

The information is intricate and difficult to understand, but it carries an indescribable mysterious aura.

After careful consideration, Matthew finally realized that this information was exactly the sword-raising technique taught by the mysterious man!