The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2277 Golden Ball, Inhalation

Matthew was in an indescribable torment at the moment. The feeling was like thousands of steel needles piercing his body at the same time, making every inch of his nerves scream wildly.

His body was unable to move at all, and he could only allow the severe pain to completely submerge him like a surging tide.

I wanted to raise my hands to relieve the excruciating pain, but my arms seemed to be restrained by invisible shackles.

He wanted to roar in pain, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make any sound.

He was like a trapped beast in a desperate situation, full of struggle and despair, but unable to do anything.

At first, Matthew relied on his strong will and gritted his teeth to endure the bone-eating pain.

His forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, each of which carried the tremendous pain he was enduring.

His teeth were clenched and his lips turned white from excessive exertion. He was fighting a desperate battle with the terrible pain.

However, as time passed, his consciousness gradually became a little loose under the constant impact of pain.

At this moment, he was surprised to find that the feeling of pain seemed to be slowly subsiding.

This unexpected discovery gave Matthew an idea.

He stopped resisting in vain and simply gave up all resistance, choosing to accept the cruel situation wholeheartedly.

Sure enough, when his mind was completely relaxed, the pain that had been following him like a shadow was much relieved.

He was no longer led by the pain, and his breathing gradually became steady.

When Matthew completely relaxed, he noticed something strange.

Before this, because his entire consciousness was enveloped by severe pain, all his energy was focused on resisting the pain, and he had no time to take care of other situations.

Now, his mind had freed itself from the quagmire of pain and began to notice the sensations in other parts of his body.

After calming down, Matthew not only felt the severe pain all over his body, but also noticed a slight tingling in his dantian.

This tingling feeling was very weak. If he was not concentrating on feeling the changes in his body, he would hardly be able to detect it.

He tried to use his spiritual sense to enter the body to check the situation, but it was as if there was an invisible barrier blocking it, and his spiritual sense could not enter at all.

But even so, a hint of excitement surged in Matthew's heart.

He knew very well that his Dantian was originally empty, like a barren desert, without any life.

Any slight abnormality nowadays may mean that some changes are about to happen. How can this not give him different expectations?

So, Matthew focused all his attention on the feeling in his dantian, closed his eyes tightly, frowned slightly, and did not miss any subtle changes.

He was silently expecting in his heart that the thing he had been waiting for for a long time would come true, perhaps a trace of spiritual power would condense in his dantian, or perhaps there would be other unexpected turn of events. No matter what it was, as long as it could break the current predicament, it would be a great hope for him.

In this mysterious and strange environment, the concept of time has long become blurred for Matthew.

There was an indescribable atmosphere all around, an atmosphere that was both oppressive and full of unknowns.

There is no alternation of sunrise and sunset, no change of day and night, everything seems to be frozen at a mysterious node.

Matthew seemed to be caught in a time chasm, completely losing his sense of the passage of time.

He didn't know how long he had been suffering here, was it a day, a month, or a year?

This confusion about time made him increasingly anxious and uneasy, as if he had been forgotten by the world and was wandering alone in the endless darkness.

As time slowly passed, although he didn't know how much time had passed, Matthew only felt the tingling sensation in his abdomen becoming more and more intense.

This tingling sensation was vague at first, like a small insect crawling gently, but now it was like a surging tide, impacting his senses wave after wave.

His attention was completely attracted by this tingling feeling, as if the only thing left in the whole world was the strangeness in his dantian.

He even began to feel that his Dantian, which had been damaged to pieces and seemed like a dead place, was undergoing some subtle changes and seemed to be recovering life bit by bit.

Of course, this was just his guess.

After all, his spiritual sense was still unable to penetrate into the body to find out what was going on.

It was as if there was an invisible, indestructible barrier separating him from the world inside his body.

He tried countless times to concentrate his mind and focus his consciousness in an attempt to break through this obstacle, but ended in failure every time.

That deep feeling of powerlessness filled his heart with helplessness and unwillingness.

He could only rely on this increasingly intense tingling sensation and silently hope in his heart that a miracle would happen.

Matthew had no idea how long this torment lasted.

During this long wait, his mood was like a roller coaster, sometimes full of hope, sometimes falling into the abyss of despair.

Every heartbeat seemed to be knocking on his inner defenses.

However, just when he was almost getting used to this kind of waiting, the surrounding environment changed strangely.

The golden light that originally permeated the surroundings began to gather together as if summoned by some mysterious force.

Those golden lights were like nimble elves, shuttling and dancing in the air, gradually converging into a powerful golden torrent.

This torrent of energy continued to swirl and condense in front of Matthew's body, becoming faster and faster, and the light became more and more dazzling, making it almost impossible for Matthew to open his eyes.

Soon, a huge golden ball of light slowly took shape in front of Matthew.

This ball of light exudes an awe-inspiring aura, as if it contains endless energy.

Golden lines constantly flicker and flow on its surface.

Matthew looked at the golden ball of light that suddenly appeared, his heart filled with shock and confusion.

He didn't know what this ball of light was, nor did he know what its appearance meant.

However, before he had time to think, his body seemed to be pulled by an invisible powerful force and floated uncontrollably towards the golden ball of light.

He tried desperately to struggle and control his body, but it was all in vain.

That force is like the hand of fate, irresistible.

A whistling sound of wind rang in his ears, the surrounding scenes quickly receded, but his body was getting closer and closer to the mysterious golden ball of light.

The moment Matthew's body touched the golden ball of light, a powerful suction force like a black hole instantly sucked him in.

He only felt a flash of light before his eyes, and then he fell into endless darkness and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the remaining golden light around seemed to have found its home, and at this moment all of it gathered towards the golden ball frantically.

They were like giant golden dragons, drilling into the golden ball one after another, as if they wanted to inject all their energy into it.