The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2598: Unsealing, Freedom

He quietly operated his spiritual sense and carefully explored the characteristics of the light ball.

This investigation immediately made his eyes focus.

How can this be an ordinary magic weapon?

This is clearly the crystallization of a secret technique condensed by the four elders using their own blood essence, combined with the blood power inherited from the Mangcang clan, and the essence of their lifelong practice!

Once this item is used, its power will be beyond even Matthew's estimation.

The four elders were now looking pale with beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads. It was obvious that they were on the verge of overdrawing their magic power.

But they still gritted their teeth and persisted, with no intention of stopping.

Matthew's heart moved, and he was about to speak to stop him, but he heard Elder Jin say in a deep voice: "Young Master, this 'Mangcang Concentric Sphere' is the secret of my Mangcang clan. I offer it to you today, and I only hope that it can help you at the critical moment."

The other three elders also echoed: "We would like to use this treasure to repay the young master's kindness!"

Matthew looked at the determined light in the eyes of the four people, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little disturbed.

Naturally, he would not really let the four elders fight to the death.

But he couldn't refuse this kindness.

At this moment, Elder Jin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly became paler.

But his hands were still steadily grasping the magic formula, without any trembling.

Matthew's gaze was as deep as an ancient well as he stared quietly at the four elders who were in a weak state.

The cave was silent for a moment, with only the light ball on the stone wall making a faint buzzing sound.

Elder Jin's face was pale, with blood still lingering at the corners of his mouth, but he still tried hard to speak.

His lips trembled, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Young Master, this is a little gift from us... Please..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice was so weak that it almost disappeared into the air. It was obvious that he had reached the limit of overdrawing his magic power.

The other three elders were not in much better condition, their eyes were full of persistence and fatigue, and they had obviously reached their limits.

Matthew looked at the four people and felt a slight movement in his heart.

He naturally understood why the four elders were like this; they longed for freedom and wanted to get rid of the state of being controlled.

Originally, he had not intended to control the Mangcang tribe forever, but now that the four elders were so sensible, he naturally had to give them enough respect.

After a moment of silence, Matthew suddenly stood up, his eyes firm: "In that case, after you finish, I will personally remove your seals and let you truly be free!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the four elders instantly blossomed with ecstasy.

Elder Jin was so excited that his whole body was shaking, with tears in his eyes.

They have been waiting for these words for too long.

"Thank you, young master!" The four of them kowtowed in unison, their voices filled with excitement and gratitude that were difficult to conceal.

Matthew nodded slightly, turned around and took a step forward, his figure disappearing like smoke on the spot.

When Matthew appeared again, he was already on an empty plain on Tianshan Island.

The members of the Mangcang tribe had been resting here for a long time, and when they saw Matthew suddenly appear, everyone stood up involuntarily and saluted respectfully.

Matthew glanced at everyone calmly, then waved his hand gently: "Everyone sit down."

After everyone sat cross-legged as he had said, he slowly spoke: "Today, I will lift the seal for you and let you truly be free."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Free?"

"Really? Young Master, please lift our seal?"

The Mangcang people were filled with ecstasy and trembling with excitement.

Some people were even so excited that they burst into tears and could hardly control themselves.

They never dreamed that they would be truly free one day!

Matthew looked at the excitement of the crowd and smiled slightly: "The process will be a little painful. Those who can't bear it won't be able to remove the seal."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

There was a sudden silence in the field.

Everyone knew that Matthew never spoke nonsense.

Since he said that removing the seal would be painful, it was definitely not just talk.

Someone wanted to say something, but finally gritted his teeth and shut his mouth.

Even the impatient expressions on their faces were forcibly suppressed by them.

Matthew clasped his hands together and wisps of purple gas began to emanate from his body.

The purple gas squirmed like a living thing, gradually turning into tiny tentacles, slowly floating towards the members of the Mangcang tribe in the field.

The moment the purple tentacles penetrated into the body, the joy on everyone's faces instantly froze, replaced by a look of pain.

"what!"

Someone couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, but then bit his lips hard and dared not make another sound.

The purple gas was moving around in the body, as if countless fine needles were piercing the meridians, or as if someone was stirring the bone marrow with tongs.

The pain is simply indescribable.

Some people looked pale, with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads.

Some people were trembling all over and their teeth were chattering.

Some people even sat unsteadily, shaking their bodies a few times before forcing their backs to straighten, not daring to relax at all.

There was total silence in the field, with only suppressed groans of pain being heard from time to time.

Matthew watched all this expressionlessly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He knew that this was a process that had to be experienced.

Once the seal is lifted, these people will truly be free, but before that, they must endure this pain.

"hold onto."

Matthew's voice was flat but firm.

"Only after you get through this can you be truly free."

His words were like a shot of adrenaline, causing those tribesmen who were almost unable to hold on to grit their teeth and continue to persevere.

As time passed, the pain in the field was gradually replaced by determination.

Everyone's face is filled with indomitable spirit and stubbornness. They prove with their actions that they deserve freedom!

After an unknown amount of time, Matthew finally stopped casting the spell.

The last wisp of purple gas also penetrated into the body of the last member of the tribe.

There was silence.

Everyone was gritting their teeth and holding on, and no one made a sound.

Matthew looked around and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, you all persevered."

As he finished speaking, the purple light on everyone gradually dissipated.

Instead, there is a whole new breath.

A breath of freedom!

"I am...free?"

Someone's voice was trembling, feeling the changes in his body in disbelief.

"Really... free!"

Laughter broke out instantly, and everyone stood up excitedly, with tears of joy in their eyes.

They cheered, they jumped, they hugged each other and cried.

They have waited for this moment for too long!

Matthew looked at this scene, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

“From now on, you are no longer anyone’s puppets, but truly free people,” he said slowly.

The tribesmen knelt down again and kowtowed heavily: "Thank you, Young Master!"

The title "Young Master" is no longer a respectful title, but a token of gratitude, admiration, and expectation for the future.

Matthew turned and left, his back stretched very long in the sunset.