The Cauldron of Ten Thousand Transformations

A Tenfold Spiritual Root appeared, hailed as a good-for-nothing seen once in ten thousand years, with its path to immortality cut off.

Chen Yi thought he would have nothing more to do with his fiancee, who possessed a Heavenly Spiritual Root. But on the eve of her departure, she came to his dilapidated courtyard dressed in plain white, tied their hair together to seal their marriage, and left him with just one promise: "You are my husband. In this life, I will not change my heart."

The world laughed at his mixed spiritual roots and hopeless prospects for cultivation. He could only join a sect as its lowliest menial, enduring insults and being ordered around.

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

Put low-grade spirit rice into the cauldron, and by sunrise it became top-quality golden rice. Put an Earth-grade cultivation manual into the furnace, and it transformed into an unparalleled immortal art. Even discarded waste pills became sacred treasures for cultivation in his hands.

Starting as a menial alchemy apprentice, he survived among the lowliest and relied on the cauldron's power to break through the shackles of his Tenfold Spiritual Root.

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

"Xueyao, you kept your promise to me for a time. I will protect your path to immortality for all eternity."