The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2550: Deep into the huge black vortex

Matthew and others stood in the distance, their eyes filled with shock and panic.

They had just witnessed with their own eyes the thrilling duel between the Blood God and the Demon Slayer. That scene was like a world-destroying storm that completely shattered their three perspectives.

Originally, in their minds, although Mo Tu and Blood God were powerful, they were not invincible.

They estimated in their hearts that with the secret techniques and methods they mastered, they could at least deal with these two strong men, although they could not say they could win.

However, after witnessing that earth-shattering decisive battle, they realized that the gap between themselves and these two beings was as huge as the difference between heaven and earth.

The huge blood-red flames that burst out from the Blood God's body seemed to burn the entire world to ashes.

The power contained in that flame was beyond their comprehension.

Every trace of flame is like a sharp blade that can easily tear through space.

And when the Blood God's body suddenly grew to several thousand feet high, the oppressive feeling made them feel as small as ants, and even breathing became difficult.

The giant troll summoned by Mo Tu is equally terrifying.

The troll's body covered the sky and the sun, and every step it took on the ground caused violent vibrations, as if it would shatter the entire continent.

The black light on the troll was like an endless abyss, exuding the breath of death and destruction.

They had never imagined that there were such terrifying things in the world.

Matthew silently compared the gap in strength between himself and these two strong men in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more chilled he felt.

He knew very well that when it came to the final resort, there was a huge gap between him and them.

The secret skills he mastered were as vulnerable as toys in front of them.

This huge gap in strength made him feel deeply powerless and desperate.

However, what made Matthew feel a little relieved was that the two terrible opponents, Mo Tu and Xue Shen Zun, left one after another after both were defeated.

When their figures disappeared into the sky, Matthew and the others felt relieved but also a little confused.

They thought the battle would end with the death of one side, but the result was that both sides suffered losses.

Immediately afterwards, Xingyan and Yueru successfully completed the secret technique.

The mysterious purple light gathered again, forming a huge purple vortex.

Everyone followed the previous order and slowly stepped into the vortex.

A strange force enveloped their bodies, making them feel as if they had traveled through a tunnel of time and space. When they reappeared, they had moved 60,000 miles away.

They appeared in a relatively quiet area, and the surrounding scenery gradually became clear.

Through the connection with the light curtain, they observed that everything around them had returned to normal, and there was no longer the heart-pounding chaotic scene.

Matthew immediately used his secret technique to send everyone out of the mysterious space.

At this moment, although the place where they were was not ravaged by the black sandstorm, it was not far from the edge of the black sandstorm.

Looking up, the overwhelming black sandstorm was like a ferocious beast, roaring constantly and devouring everything around it.

The tragic scene on the battlefield seemed to still appear before my eyes, and the blood-red ribbon in the sky had long disappeared.

Matthew stood in front of the crowd, gazing deeply at the black sandstorm in the distance.

His heart was filled with worries. Although he was satisfied with the outcome in which both Blood God and Mo Tu suffered heavy losses, it was not enough to completely put his mind at ease.

He knew very well that the threat from the demons and the God-Slaying Temple had not been completely eliminated, especially Wu Kun, who was like a thorn in his side.

"You guys leave first, and contact me using secret techniques after you find a place to stay. I still need to do something." Matthew took a deep breath and said with a firm look.

His voice was deep and powerful, as if carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"Okay, then master, please be careful. We will contact you as soon as we find the place." Although Xing Yan was full of doubts and didn't understand why Matthew wanted to go alone, she also knew that this was not the time to ask questions, so she nodded decisively and agreed.

“Well, all of you must follow Xingyan and Yueru’s arrangements, find a safe place as soon as possible, and then find out the news about the demon clan and the God-Slaying Temple.” Matthew reminded again.

Led by Xingyan and Yueru, everyone slowly left the place.

After everyone left, Matthew's body glowed with a mysterious purple light and he flew towards the direction of the black sandstorm.

His figure gradually merged into the darkness and disappeared.

After Matthew flew away, the others all looked puzzled.

They didn't understand why Matthew would go into such a dangerous place alone, but Matthew had already flown away and they couldn't ask.

"Let's go. Let's leave this place first and then see if there are any cultivators around." Xing Yan said amid everyone's confused gazes.

The most urgent thing now is to find a safe place to stay and to gather information so as to better deal with future crises.

Matthew sped towards the black sandstorm.

Although he knew in his heart that this journey was extremely dangerous, he had no intention of retreating.

In the mysterious space, the old man Zi Ding had a conversation with him and told him that there was a way for him to reach the battlefield quickly.

As Matthew continued to go deeper into the black sandstorm, an invisible yet heavy pressure pressed against his chest like a lead block, making every breath extremely difficult.

He clenched his teeth, and the magic power in his body surged wildly, gradually forming a layer of dim purple-gold light shield around him.

Although this light shield seems stable, it is like a lone boat in a rainstorm, and is about to collapse under the invasion of sand and dust.

The black sand and dust around seemed to be given life, transforming into ferocious black dragons that, driven by the strong wind, pounced towards Matthew with their fangs and claws.

These sand and dust particles contained an inexplicable sharpness. Every time they hit the light shield, a sound of metal clashing was heard, shaking his internal organs.

A solemn look appeared on Matthew's face. The magic power in his body continued to circulate, trying to maintain the stability of the light shield.

These sands and dusts are not ordinary things. Behind this seemingly simple invasion, there must be unknown dangers hidden.

As he went deeper, the density of the sand and dust became more and more alarming. Every breath he inhaled eroded his meridians.

Matthew had to devote part of his mind to practicing special body cleansing techniques to remove the sand and dust that had invaded his body bit by bit, but this undoubtedly increased his burden.

What’s even more creepy is that strange roars can be heard from the dust from time to time.

The sound seemed to come from the Netherworld, and was like the wailing of countless creatures struggling in pain, piercing deep into Matthew's soul.

His ears were buzzing, veins bulged on his forehead, and his consciousness was crumbling in the roar, as if it would be torn apart by this invisible force at any time.

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Matthew's forehead and slid down his cheeks.

Just when Matthew was about to collapse, a purple light appeared from his abdomen.

As the light grew stronger, a layer of mysterious purple light began to appear around Matthew's body. The light was extremely dark in color, and faintly revealed a strange aura, which was completely different from the fluctuations of magic power he usually emitted.

When the purple light completely enveloped Matthew, his figure mysteriously disappeared from the spot, as if he was swallowed by the sandstorm.

The next moment, Matthew appeared hundreds of miles away.

The purple light flashed again, and Matthew's body began to move quickly in the sandstorm again.

Every flash spans a long distance.

During this strange movement, Matthew's body seemed to have a wonderful resonance with the surrounding space, and his perception became unusually sharp.

As the flashing continued, after an unknown amount of time, Matthew felt that most of his magic power had been consumed, and his body was extremely tired from the long-term tension and high-speed movement.

At this moment, a gap appeared in the black sand and dust that originally covered the sky.

Matthew rushed towards the gap without hesitation, and just as he was about to pass through, an even more powerful force suddenly enveloped him.

Matthew felt the world spinning before his eyes, and when he regained consciousness, he was already in a strange space.

There is no strong wind, no dust, only a dead silence and darkness.

Matthew looked around vigilantly, quietly gathering magic power in his hands.

At this moment, a faint red light flickered in the distance.

Although the red light is faint, it is particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

Matthew was delighted and moved quickly in the direction of the red light.

As the distance got closer, the red light became clearer and clearer, and finally stopped on a huge black vortex.

The vortex was suspended in the void, like a black hole leading to an endless abyss.

Its edges were as black as ink, faintly emitting a frightening aura, as if countless pairs of eyes were spying on him in the darkness.

Matthew took a deep breath and stopped several hundred feet away from the whirlpool.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the vortex in front of him with full concentration, not missing any details, trying to spy out some clues and find the hidden rules in it.

However, this vortex is like an unfathomable mystery, constantly changing its shape and aura, leaving people confused.

Sometimes it is as violent as a storm, and sometimes it is as gentle as a gurgling stream. Every moment it shows different characteristics, making it elusive.

"Senior, is this the place?" Matthew asked in a voice transmission.

However, before the old man Zi Ding could answer, a powerful suction force suddenly gushed out from the vortex without warning.

Although this suction force was invisible, it was extremely powerful, like a ferocious beast with its bloody mouth wide open, trying to swallow him whole.

Matthew only felt that his body was being tightly held by an invisible force, and he was involuntarily moving closer to the whirlpool.

He was startled and quickly mobilized all his magic power, trying his best to resist the powerful suction.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands were clenched tightly, with his nails almost digging into his palms.

He knew that once he was sucked into this vortex, the consequences would be disastrous.

No one can predict what kind of dangers and unknowns are hidden in the endless darkness.