The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2172 It is indeed the Spirit Transformation Pill!

In this mysterious and silent space, Matthew stood like a sculpture, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath, looking as if he had just escaped from a brutal life-and-death struggle.

Every breath he took sounded like a bellows, making a heavy and rapid sound, as if announcing to the world the hardships and tribulations he had previously experienced.

Time passed slowly in tension and fatigue. After a long while, his breathing gradually calmed down like a storm that was gradually subsiding.

Matthew closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and gently wiped away the beads of sweat on his forehead, trying to calm his pounding heart.

After calming down a little, he turned around slowly as if he was carrying a heavy burden, and his eyes involuntarily looked behind him.

The old man was still kneeling on the ground, his body frozen on the ninth step.

His body was trembling slightly, like a leaf swaying in the wind. Every breath he took was accompanied by a violent gasp, and the sound was full of fatigue and weakness.

Judging from his staggering and breathless appearance, he had obviously used up all his strength, as if even the last bit of strength had been drained away by this long and difficult climb.

His hands were deeply embedded in the gaps of the steps, as if he wanted to rely on this last bit of obsession to move forward even an inch. However, the cruel reality told him that it was all in vain. He could not move forward another step and climbed onto this last step. His hope was already shattered.

Matthew just glanced at the old man lightly, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze without hesitation, as if the old man was just an insignificant passerby.

He once again focused all his attention on the two boxes in front of him, and his eyes instantly became hot and determined.

Matthew felt mixed emotions as he recalled the hard work and hardships he had endured along the way.

I have worked so hard all this time just for the legendary elixir in the box.

Now, these two mysterious boxes are quietly placed in front of him, so close that they seem to be within reach.

Matthew felt his heartbeat involuntarily quicken, and the "thumping" sound seemed to be about to burst through his chest.

An irrepressible excitement suddenly surged into his heart, hitting his reason like a surging tide.

After all, in order to get the things in the box, he had gone through untold hardships and paid too much.

But despite this, Matthew was not overwhelmed by this sudden joy.

Many years of experience in cultivating immortals have made him a cautious person. He knows very well that in this world of cultivating immortals full of fraud and traps, nothing can be judged based on appearance alone.

Although the old man said with certainty that the box contained the Shenhua Pill, everything is still unknown.

After all, this is just the old man's one-sided statement. Before confirming it with one's own eyes, all speculations are just castles in the air.

Its authenticity can only be revealed after the box is opened. Before that, any impulse may lead to irreversible consequences.

Matthew took a deep breath, trying to calm his boiling blood.

He suppressed his inner excitement and walked towards the two boxes step by step with steady and firm steps.

He took every step extremely cautiously, his eyes fixed on the two boxes, his eyes full of anticipation and vigilance, ready to uncover the secrets inside the two boxes.

"Friend Ma, please take me with you. I can tell you many secrets about this place!" Just as Matthew was about to approach the box, the old man's voice sounded again.

There was a hint of pleading in the voice, mixed with a bit of urgency, as if one was grabbing at the last straw.

When he saw that Matthew was no longer paying attention to him, the old man became anxious like an ant on a hot pan. He no longer cared about his face and shouted loudly.

He knew very well that if he failed to seize this opportunity, he would probably be trapped on the ninth step forever and miss out on success.

Matthew still did not give any response to this call.

He did not pause for a moment, thinking to himself that he had gone through so much trouble to get up here, how could he possibly bring the other person up with him?

In this world of cultivating immortals where the strong prey on the weak, people's minds are unpredictable. Who can guarantee that the old man will not attack himself after he comes up?

If he were to bring him up and attack him, he would be asking for trouble.

His many years of cultivating the immortal world had taught him that being kind to the enemy was being cruel to oneself, and that at such a critical moment, he must never be merciful.

Matthew continued to walk towards the box, his figure looking particularly resolute in the silent space.

The old man's shouting was gradually left behind him. At this moment, the only things in his mind were the two boxes and the Divine Transformation Pills that might be hidden in the boxes.

Matthew tiptoed over to the box on the left.

He walked slowly around the box, his eyes fixed on it as if attracted by a magnet, never moving his gaze away for a moment.

The surface of the box is covered with dazzling carved patterns, which are intricate and intertwined, like a beautiful painting.

Every line is delicate and subtle, showing its gorgeous beauty.

However, such an exquisite box has only a lonely lock, and there is no common lock or other similar objects hanging on it, giving people the feeling that it can be easily opened with just a slight bend.

Matthew stared at it quietly for a while, wondering what secrets were hidden in the box.

Finally, unable to suppress his curiosity, he carefully stretched out his right hand and slowly reached for the mysterious lock.

The moment his fingertips touched the lock, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed in Matthew's eyes.

However, this was not because of any unexpected situation. On the contrary, everything seemed unusually calm.

After a moment's hesitation, he decisively pried open the lock and opened the lid of the box.

The whole process went surprisingly smoothly, without any obstacles or unusual situations occurring.

This made Matthew, who was originally in a highly nervous state, relax a little. His tense nerves also relaxed a little and he let out a breath.

Inside the box was a golden bottle, and it was unknown what material it was made of.

Matthew's hands trembled slightly as he reached out and took the bottle out of the box.

The bottle was very light, and Matthew picked it up and shook it gently.

When he heard a slight collision sound coming from the bottle, a smile appeared on his face.

Then he opened the bottle.

The mouth of the bottle flipped over, and with a gurgling sound, a golden pill the size of a longan rolled out of the bottle and landed right on Matthew's other palm.

“It’s really the Spiritual Transformation Pill!”