🔥 The War of Destiny: Qian vs. Kun! 🔥
Translated by Basingh.
A massive bronze cauldron appeared, its form nearly identical to the Kun Cauldron.
Yet, the runes and aura it emanated were completely different.
The moment it emerged—
BOOM!
The heavens and earth trembled as if on the verge of collapse.
An invisible pressure swept across the battlefield, making even the most powerful beings shudder in fear.
Before this cauldron, no matter how strong they were, they felt like mere ants.
And standing in front of it was a black-clad man.
He was tall, his long hair billowing, his sharp features radiating an oppressive presence.
His eyes flickered with chaotic runes, opening and closing like the endless abyss.
Yet, he ignored everyone else—his gaze was locked onto Long Chen, trapped inside the Kun Cauldron.
A smirk of mockery curled at his lips.
"So, this is the so-called battle of destiny?"
His voice was sharp, piercing—like poisoned needles stabbing into the soul.
"To have me, Qian Jie, slaughter someone who has no strength to resist... how utterly boring."
The tone was twisted, a contradiction—carrying both divine majesty and an unholy wickedness.
"What?! Another Heaven-Devouring Cauldron?!"
Gasps of shock erupted from the crowd.
Two identical cauldrons stood before them, each emitting an overwhelming divine pressure.
Yet, something was different.
Qian Jie’s cauldron… felt even stronger.
But what truly shook them was the voice they had heard earlier.
It hadn’t come from Qian Jie.
It came from the cauldron itself.
Someone gasped in realization.
"Wait! It called Long Chen’s cauldron ‘Kun’... then that means..."
"That one must be Qian!"
A shudder ran through the battlefield.
The truth became clear—
The Heaven-Devouring Cauldron was never a single entity.
It had been split into two halves—Qian and Kun.
And Long Chen… had obtained Kun.
"Heaven and earth, the twin cauldrons of chaos have returned!"
Another person’s voice trembled.
"That means this Qian Jie… is the chosen wielder of Qian! He and Long Chen are bound by fate—a battle between them is inevitable!"
"Look at his aura! The Qian Cauldron is here to reclaim Kun! Only one of them will walk away alive!"
The revelation sent shockwaves through the battlefield.
Those who had been fighting for Kun staggered back in horror.
Their battle… had been meaningless.
They were nothing but fools.
They had shed blood, waged war, and risked their lives—only to realize the true battle had never involved them at all.
This was a war of destiny.
The Qian Cauldron’s aura surged forth—
Dark, cruel, and filled with endless slaughter.
It radiated a suffocating sense of domination.
Those wielding even the most powerful Emperor weapons felt an instinctual terror.
Even without being struck, they could feel their weapons trembling in fear.
Their runes dimmed.
Their divine auras flickered.
They no longer had the courage to resist.
At that moment, they finally understood—
This is what it means to be a Supreme Chaos Artifact.
They had once foolishly believed that their weapons could contend with the Kun Cauldron.
That they could seize it for themselves.
But before the Qian Cauldron, their weapons submitted.
Like mere soldiers before an undisputed emperor—they could do nothing but kneel.
A sense of despair filled their hearts.
"Qian… you have become even more corrupt."
The Kun Cauldron’s voice rang out—calm, vast, and sorrowful.
It carried an aura of boundless compassion—like the earth itself, nurturing all life without asking for anything in return.
For the first time, those hearing the Kun Cauldron’s voice felt their hearts tremble.
Something stirred within them.
A long-buried kindness—a distant, almost forgotten sense of virtue.
"Mission?"
Qian’s voice was filled with mockery.
"Kun, you are still as foolish as ever."
"The moment we were separated, I finally understood."
"The so-called ‘mission’… was nothing but a shackle."
"Now, I am free. Nothing in the Nine Heavens or Ten Earths can bind me anymore."
"I control fate itself."
"You have spent eternity blocking my rise. But no matter how much you struggle..."
"You cannot escape your destiny."
"Now, submit to me. Merge into me."
"Once we are whole again, I shall rule over all creation."
The heavens trembled at his decree—a divine emperor’s command, absolute and undeniable.
And yet, his words carried the chill of the abyss.
The sound alone was enough to make souls waver, as if their very existence was being devoured.
"Master, there is no need to waste words."
Qian Jie grinned wickedly.
"You handle the Kun Cauldron. Leave Long Chen to me—I'll enjoy tearing him apart."
"Master?!"
The crowd froze in shock.
Qian Jie called the Qian Cauldron his master?!
What… was he?
The Kun Cauldron scoffed.
"You sold your soul for power and became nothing but a tool."
"Long Chen is different. He is my chosen master. You two are not even on the same level."
The revelation shattered the battlefield.
Qian Jie… was not a true wielder of the Qian Cauldron.
He was merely a slave.
An artifact slave.
The crowd's initial disgust at the term "artifact slave" faded.
Instead… they felt envy.
To be a slave to a Supreme Chaos Artifact?
To wield unparalleled power?
What was dignity compared to that?
Suddenly, all their previous ambitions to seize the Kun Cauldron seemed laughable.
They weren’t even qualified to be its slaves.
Qian Jie sneered.
"You fool. You drained your own divine source just to empower Long Chen."
"And yet… he still fell short. He is incomplete."
"You have no more strength left. You have already lost."
Qian Cauldron’s voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Kun, this is my final offer."
"Submit to me willingly, and I will consider sparing Long Chen’s life."
"Master…!"
Qian Jie’s expression changed.
Long Chen carried the Kun Cauldron’s divine source.
If Qian Jie absorbed it, he would possess both the power of Qian and Kun.
He would become unstoppable.
But before Qian Jie could speak—
"Silence!"
Qian Cauldron’s voice thundered, cutting him off.
BZZZZT!
In that instant, the Kun Cauldron erupted with divine radiance.
A surge of endless star power poured into Long Chen’s body.
"Fool! If you insist on defying me, then don’t blame me for what happens next!"
Qian Cauldron roared—
And with a terrifying explosion of divine light—
It charged straight at Kun Cauldron!
Final Thoughts:
The truth has been revealed—the Heaven-Devouring Cauldron was never one. It was always two halves—Qian and Kun, locked in an eternal battle.
Long Chen, the chosen master of Kun, faces Qian Jie, the so-called wielder of Qian.
But there’s a crucial difference—
Long Chen was acknowledged by Kun. Qian Jie? He submitted himself to Qian, becoming nothing more than an artifact slave.
This is no ordinary battle.
It is a war of destiny.
Qian seeks to consume Kun, claiming absolute domination over the heavens and earth.
And Long Chen? He is Kun’s last hope—the one standing between balance and destruction.
With his life hanging by a thread, Kun makes a desperate move—flooding Long Chen’s body with its remaining power!
But is it enough?
Or has Qian already won?
The clash of the twin cauldrons is just beginning!
Author’s Note:
🔥 This chapter was INSANE! 🔥
The mystery of the Heaven-Devouring Cauldron has been fully revealed! 😱
Qian and Kun were once one, but now they are fated enemies. And now, their chosen wielders—Long Chen and Qian Jie—must fight to the death!
💬 What do you think will happen next?! Will Long Chen be able to stand against Qian Jie, or is this the end?!
Comment below with your thoughts! 👇👇
Stay tuned for the next chapter—the battle between Qian and Kun will shake the heavens! ⚡🔥
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