The Cauldron of Ten Thousand Transformations

Ten spiritual roots appeared, and he was branded a good-for-nothing for the ages, with his path to immortality cut off.

Chen Yi thought he would never have anything more to do with his fiancée, a Heavenly Spiritual Root cultivator. But on the night before she left, the beautiful woman came to his broken courtyard in plain white robes, tied their hair together to seal their bond, and left him with just one sentence: "You are my husband. That will never change."

The world mocked him for his mixed spiritual roots and hopeless cultivation. He could only enter a sect as its lowliest servant, where he was beaten and ordered around at will.

No one knew that the ancient cauldron in his arms could absorb moonlight and turn ordinary things into priceless treasures.

Inferior spiritual rice went into the cauldron and emerged at sunrise as golden, top-grade rice. Earth-grade cultivation manuals went into the furnace and emerged as supreme immortal arts. The failed pills others discarded as worthless all became sacred cultivation treasures in his hands.

Starting as an alchemy apprentice among the servants, he struggled to survive like an ant and relied on a single cauldron to break through the shackles of his ten spiritual roots.

One day, he would ascend to the highest heavens and search all the worlds, just to find that figure in white, pure as snow...

"Xue Yao, you kept your promise to me for a time. In return, I will protect your path to immortality for all eternity."