Elder Han had never been as excited as he was today, and many of his wrinkles disappeared as he laughed heartily.
In contrast, Ye Fan was completely calm, concentrating on establishing his Sea of Bitterness.
The unending sounds of waves, tsunamis shaking the heavens, and lightning and thunder between the waves reverberated throughout the stone room. Elder Han was full of anticipation, eager for the next seven days to pass.
The bronze cauldron was enveloped by the silver flames, continuously absorbing its spiritual energy. Holy and pure light filled the entire room, turning it hazy.
Four hours passed before the sound of tsunami waves and thunder slowly vanished. The cauldron was now calm, with only the silver flames continuing to rage.
