The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

After Yang Xiu left, Matthew and Duan Yan did not leave immediately.

The old man in golden robe was still sitting on the chair, playing with a golden ball in his hand.

"He finally showed up. Since he has escaped, what are you doing again?" The old man in gold robe whispered to himself with a look of contemplation on his face.

After just sitting for a short while, the old man in gold robe stood up.

I saw him walking to a golden cabinet.

After opening the cabinet, there was not a cabinet inside, but a golden staircase.

This staircase does not go down, but extends straight upward.

Matthew was a little surprised. This building only has two floors.

They are on the second floor now, how can there be other spaces?

When the golden-robed old man walked up the stairs, Matthew asked Xingyan and Yueru to cast spells at the same time to strengthen his and Duan Yan's spirit-melting skills.

He didn't know what existed up there. If the Earth Lord was up there, he would be in big trouble.

After their soul-melting skills were all strengthened by the two women, Matthew quickly walked up.

"Master, I have never been to this place, and I don't know where it leads."

As Duan Yan walked, he did not forget to explain to Matthew.

"It doesn't matter, let's go to the top and take a look first. If it's the Earth Lord above, then leave immediately." Matthew nodded in understanding and said.

The old man in gold robe walked very slowly, and Matthew and the other two quickly caught up with him.

This staircase extending upward is not very long, only a hundred or so steps to the end.

Above this is a golden door, not too big, about the same size as an ordinary house door.

What surprised Matthew was that there were no restrictions on Kinmen.

The old man in gold robe directly pushed it away with his hand.

When the golden-robed old man was about to close the door, Matthew pulled Duan Yan and quickly ducked inside.

There is also a magnificent room inside.

It's just that the room is smaller than the one below.

However, the furnishings inside are more exquisite.

There was no one else in this room, and the only thing that caught Matthew's attention was a painting hanging on one wall.

This painting is very strange. It is pitch black and only some vague outlines can be seen.

However, these outlines are also black.

When I say it is a painting, I don't mean it is a piece of black paper with ink splashed all over it.

After the golden-robed old man came here, he didn't look anywhere else. Instead, he walked directly to the black painting.

I saw him quickly making seals with his hands, driving a stream of spiritual light into the black painting.

Soon, a vortex the size of a fist appeared on the black painting.

"Lin Lang, why are you calling me?"

After the vortex appeared, a dull voice also came from the painting.

"I have some news that I need to report to you." The old man in gold robe said respectfully.

"Say it." The dull voice said.

"Those thieves in the Evil Demon Palace have stopped recently. According to the secret reports placed within them, the Evil Evil Palace is planning a large-scale attack on our headquarters."

"Also, most of the spies placed by the Evil Demon Palace here have been found. Do we need to get rid of them all?"

"Those members of our sect who have secretly taken refuge in the Evil Demon Palace have also been brought under control."

The old man in gold robe bowed his body, lowered his head, and reported the matter softly.

But there was no sound coming from the black painting.

After the golden-robed old man finished speaking, the dull voice sounded again.

"It's almost time. Throw all those spies and those who rebelled against our religion into the Black Evil Pond. You can also start arranging other things."

The old man in golden robe agreed upon hearing this, and then continued: "The latest news is that the traitor Duan Yan is back again. I don't know what happened. I plan to go over at night and capture him to see what this person is doing."

"You can just take care of such a small matter yourself. There is no need to report it to me. Is there anything else?" the dull voice said impatiently.

"Also, Protector Zuo has returned, but he seems to be injured. I wanted to visit him, but was refused."

The old man in gold robe lowered his head, but a dark look quietly flashed in his eyes.

"He's injured... Then you give me an order and ask him to come see me tomorrow. I want to see if he is really injured." After the dull voice said this, the black vortex disappeared immediately.

The black painting also returned to its original appearance and hung peacefully on the wall.

After everything was over, the old man in gold robe straightened up.

After taking a deep look at the black painting hanging on the wall, the old man in gold robe turned and left the room.

This time, he went downstairs much faster.

When he returned to his original room, he immediately wrote a document.

Matthew originally wanted to see what the old man in gold robe had written.

But when he wanted to take a look, the other party had already imprinted his spiritual consciousness on the paper, making it invisible to the naked eye.

Immediately, the old man in golden robe opened the window, called for a black bird, put the paper on the bird's beak, and let the black bird fly away.

At this moment, Matthew and Duan Yan had also left the golden house of the old man in golden robe.