In the Valley of the Morning Sun, the deity known as Tianwu was regarded as the ruler of water.
Ze Cauldron's body shone with glowing patterns, spreading an indescribable charm.
The pain that penetrated deep into his marrow spread along his spine, as if someone was burning off the fat within Liang Qu's bones with a candle, bit by bit.
Unlike the Yinglong Pattern that appeared on the upper half of the spine, the Yu Pattern appeared on the lower half, feeling even more intense.
After a while, the cold sweat dissipated into the flow of water.
Liang Qu unclenched his teeth, his footsteps unsteady.
When he picked up the Tiger wine vessel again, the divine charm that had once surrounded it had already dissipated, and it no longer displayed that terrifying scene.
Something had been absorbed from it by Ze Cauldron, in exchange for another divine water deity's favor granted to him.
Liang Qu knew who Tianwu was.
