My Broken Cauldron Can Swallow All Things

When others traveled through time and space, they had their own system, but Ye Chen only had one to break the cauldron. This cauldron was the only relic left by his parents. It was so rusty that no one even looked at it as scrap metal. He is seventeen years old, and his cultivation is still stuck at the first level of Qi refining. The direct young master trampled him under his feet in public. His fiancée's family came to cancel the engagement and threw the bride price on the ground for him to kneel down to pick it up. That night, he sat in the utility room with Po Ding in his arms, blood and tears dripping on Ding's body. The tripod lights up. Low-quality elixirs are refined into the best, discarded spiritual stones are purified into spiritual marrow, the enemy's techniques are devoured and turned into its own use, and all attacks in the world are just nourishment in front of it. With this cauldron, he first stepped on all the people in the Ye family who bullied him. Then take it out of Qingyang City, enter the sect, enter the dynasty, step on the holy land, and ascend to the heavens and the world. The realm is broken through step by step, the enemies are crushed one by one, and the seals of the divine tripod are unlocked layer by layer. Someone asked Ye Chen: What is your strongest skill? He held the Heaven-Devouring Cauldron, which had become as dark as an abyss, in his palm and smiled: "I don't have any talent, I just have good luck. My ancestors left a cauldron, which can turn all of you geniuses into scum."