The three-legged cauldron was over five meters tall. Below the belly of the cauldron was a round platform. There was a pit on top of it and there was still some red stuff inside. It was unknown what material it was made of.
Yang Tian slowly came to the bottom of the cauldron and placed his gaze on the body of the cauldron.
Five meters tall. To humans, it was a huge cauldron. If the cauldron cast during the Qin and Han dynasties was this big, there wouldn’t be the legend of the Overlord lifting the cauldron.
The workmanship of the huge black cauldron appeared rough. There weren’t any decorative patterns on it, giving it a feeling of grandeur.
This spacious area wasn’t big. It had a circumference of a hundred meters and was surrounded by yellow fog. Yang Tianchao swept his gaze around and calmed his heart. Suddenly, he heard a series of ‘Wu Wu’sounds coming from within the cauldron.
It was as if there was a woman crying inside.
