Chapter 77: Ancient Cannon of Ten Thousand Calamities!

Having heard the words of the Death Island Master, Chen Zheng fell into contemplation.

As long as the Forty Great Thieves gather on Shadow Island and accomplish a great deed, they can obtain a Dao artifact?

Could such a wonderful thing really exist?

A Dao artifact isn't a big cabbage.

Among such supreme treasures, even scanning the hundreds of authentic disciples of the Feather Ascension Sect, only a handful—such as Fang Qingxue and Hua Tiandu—possess them.

One of the five great authentic lineages who is seldom inside the sect, Feng Yaoguang, might also have one.

As for Jia Lan, strictly speaking, there is only half a piece.

Even Fang Han, who has not yet become an authentic disciple, owns a Jiaofu Huangquan Diagram, an exquisite Dao artifact, but it is damaged and requires absorption of pure Yang material to restore.

Beyond that, there is nothing else.

Even among the thousands of authentic disciples of the Taiyi Sect, probably only a few can possess a Dao artifact.

Because only the Ancient Giants of the Immortal Secret Realm can forge Dao artifacts.

It also consumes an incalculable amount of precious divine materials and often requires centuries or millennia of arduous cultivation to forge—hardly easy to obtain.

Chen Zheng, skeptical, pressed the Death Island Master in his grasp, asking: "Tell me, what great deed are the Forty Great Thieves planning? Where exactly is Shadow Island, and do you have a sea chart?"

The Death Island Master's flesh had been sliced by flaming knives, raw meat torn away, multiple wounds gushing blood—horrific to behold, the pain making him gasp for breath.

He still clung to life, forcing himself to answer: "They haven't said what the great deed is, and the exact location of Shadow Island will be notified later. But rest assured, I have a transmission jade talisman that communicates with them; once I receive word, I'll tell you… ah…"

The Death Island Master's wail tore through the night sky, then abruptly stopped.

He was instantly killed by Chen Zheng.

Only a jade talisman woven with red, green, blue, yellow and purple remained, exuding a faint maiden's scent that felt pleasant, though its owner was unknown.

Chen Zheng toyed with the talisman in his hand, then tossed it into the Chaotic Space.

He then looked down at the Death Palace towering at the island's center.

The Death Palace was lavish everywhere—floors of golden bricks, walls of jade stone, exuding the aura of a nouveau‑rich.

Inside lived many people, each radiating a murderous aura, likely pirates under the Death Island Master.

When the Death Island Master was seized by Chen Zheng moments ago, they had already cowered and trembled.

Swish swish swish!

Chen Zheng unleashed a surge of righteous qi downward, blasting the entire palace to ruins, annihilating the pirates, then seized the Five Prison King Cauldron and departed.

The night was deep at this moment.

He stopped wandering, found a deserted island, placed the Five Prison King Cauldron on the ground, leapt into its mouth, and began studying the newly acquired artifact.

The cauldron's origin was extraordinary: eight hundred years ago, a demon lord who descended from the outer starry void—known as the Five Prison Great Demon King—crafted it as his signature artifact.

The demon possessed Ninth‑rank Divine Power; upon arriving in the Xuanhuang Great World, it sowed chaos, prompting the Taiyi Sect's senior brother Kun Yangzi to intervene and wound the demon.

In the end, the demon escaped but was badly injured; after surviving a while, its spirit dissipated and its power waned, and the Five Prison King Cauldron drifted across lands, eventually ending up in the Death Island Master's possession.

Now it has come into Chen Zheng's hands.

"Not bad, this Five Prison King Cauldron contains many internal arrays, its power is strong, and it will suffice for me for a while," he thought.

Inside the cauldron, Chen Zheng inspected every corner, growing increasingly satisfied.

Like other artifacts—such as the Flying Snow Divine Sword and the Flying Sword he traded for with numerous spirit implements from Jia Lan—he had never used them; until he sold them to Haishan, they remained gathering dust in Chaotic Space.

Even the mighty Seven Demons Gourd he had wielded only once on Ghost Demon Island.

And as he advanced to the Divine Power Triple Yuan Gang Realm, the gourd lost its effect.

There was no way— the pace of artifact turnover simply couldn't keep up with his cultivation speed.

He was progressing too quickly.

To say without exaggeration, Chen Zheng obtained a seemingly powerful artifact this morning; before he could use it, by afternoon his own strength had already surpassed it.

Artifacts naturally become obsolete. Yet this Five Prison King Cauldron is entirely different from those previous ones.

It is immensely powerful.

Inside the cauldron lies a space vast enough to hold millions, divided into numerous grand halls and secret chambers, and equipped with 999 great arrays.

These great arrays are all extraordinarily subtle, each with distinct abilities—some are Capture Arrays, others are Relocation Arrays, even Divine Thunder Arrays, all wielding formidable power.

They can be said to integrate offense and defense.

Moreover, the Five Prison King Cauldron is the rarest and most difficult-to-forge alchemy furnace among artifacts, capable of producing pills.

In the cultivation world, a furnace's value far exceeds that of other artifacts like Flying Swords or Treasure Garments.

Because cultivators need massive amounts of pills to advance their cultivation.

Plainly put, pills are the food of cultivators.

A furnace is the cultivator's land.

This novel, you…

With land, cultivators can plant endless food to eat, thereby enhancing their cultivation.

Thus the importance of a furnace to cultivators is evident.

However, Chen Zheng never refines pills.

He won't now, and never will in the future.

No time.

Brewing oneself is never as fast as picking them up.

Dong dong, clang clang…

After surveying the arrays within the Five Prison King Cauldron and gaining clarity, Chen Zheng entered a grand hall, mentally linked with one of the arrays; instantly, a melodious tune suitable for enlightenment resonated in the secret chamber.

Indeed, that array is the Music Array.

That's normal; after all, the Five Prison King Cauldron is a furnace, and pills possess spirit. When a cultivator refines pills with beautiful music, it enhances their spiritual effect.

"What does this 'cannon' character mean? Is it a big cannon, or …"

Listening to music, Chen Zheng closed his eyes, sat upright on the meditation cushion, and contemplated the newly appearing "cannon" character on the Sheep Skin Scroll.

Each "calamity" character in the True Demon Ten Thousand Calamities Indestructible Body possesses an exceedingly profound transformation, a crystallization of the supreme True Demon wisdom, from which one can comprehend terrifying divine abilities.

For example, the character "clothing" turning into that black‑red robe is a divine ability called the Blood‑Stained Demon Garment.

Chen Zheng also sensed its power, being able to form a localized domain.

Even when cultivation reaches depth, one can combine two, three, or even dozens of "calamity" characters to generate even more terrifying divine abilities.

Time passed.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.

"Cannon, so that's it!"

Gradually, enlightenment flashed across Chen Zheng's face, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

At the same time.

Above his head, countless strange visions emerged, each a world that continuously appeared and vanished.

Above the innumerable worlds, a faint ancient divine cannon, its whole body covered with bronze patterns like a pillar of the heavens, rose slowly, exuding a destructive aura that seemed able to pierce everything, causing all things of the world to face irreversible calamities.

It is clearly the legendary Great Calamity Ancient Cannon!

In mythic epics, the Supreme True Demon erected this cannon deep within Hell to bombard the ancient heavens where the gods dwelt; each firing caused billions of gods to fall.

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