Bubbling Cauldron Novels & Stories

The ancient bronze cauldron was already heavy, but now, with an A-class dragon vein inside, he wondered how much heavier it could get. "Up." Gideon braced the bottom of the cauldron, trying to lift it, but all he could do was make it shake. At this point, he had already activated the Solar Titan Physique. "Again." This time, he gave it his all. FInally, the ancient bronze cauldron slowly began to rise. However, the pressure was immense. Gideon's legs trembled, the ground beneath him caved in, and his feet began to sink.

Opening the lid of the cauldron before the elixir matures is a big mistake,’ everyone thought as they were stunned. “Have you admitted defeat?” Rachel sneered. She initially thought that this live-in son-in-law would have some skills, but it looked like she overestimated him. Getting him to compete with Ewan was only an insult to Ewan. However, Ophelia trembled in fear as she looked closely at Darryl’s every move. She did not even dare blink for one second. ‘Is…is he petrifying the cauldron?’ she wondered. Cauldron Petrifying is an ancient, lost method of producing elixirs. This method was considered to be lost and obsolete. You could find mentions of it in ancient manuals, but not in detail

In less than an hour later, he had successfully formulated a method for utilizing or activating the cauldron. "So this is how it works!" Adrian exclaimed, his astonishment palpable. At first glance, the small cauldron appeared utterly ordinary. However, upon unraveling the intricate patterns concealed within its surface, Adrian reached a profound realization. This artifact belonged to the same lineage as the Dragon Dial in the dragon realm, along with the Dragon Tokens and other unique treasures. Moreover, similar Dragon Tokens had appeared within various ruins. From these observations, one conclusion became unmistakably clear: the small bronze cauldron was undoubtedly a relic.

Before James could say anything, Biefren lifted his hands and pushed his palms forward in the direction of the cauldron. The blazing fire heating the cauldron changed from the color red to purple. The blue liquid inside turned into a shade of purplish-blue. Blue vapor rose from the cauldron as the temperature of the liquid increased steadily. James knitted his brows. “Mr. Biefren, what are you…” At that moment, Biefren opened his mouth.

Mosby, in contrast, was putting on a dazzling display—controlling the flames, checking the heat by lifting the lid, and even slapping the sides of the cauldron to make it spin and heat evenly. Thomas was not far behind either. His cauldron let out rhythmic pops and bangs, releasing a thick, intense fragrance that was refreshing.