Many cauldron souls flitted about in the valley. Some even moved in groups.
The candidates went about performing their appointed tasks. The veterans who had taken the test hundreds of times sat leisurely on the cliff, while the newcomers were already trying their best in the valley.
They picked up a cauldron amid a pile of broken ones and held it in their hands for a while. Eventually, a soul whizzed over and entered it.
Some of the cauldrons trembled for a while before stopping. Others shook violently before flying out of the candidates' hands and landed on another pile.
Those that managed to subdue a soul cheered and hurriedly rushed up the cliff, while those that did not were dejected and frustrated.
It was extremely lively in the valley.
Meanwhile, loud clanging sounds could be heard in a corner of the valley.
"Treasure, treasure! Where are you?"
