Red Cauldron engaged in a wave of baffling actions, toying with all the people and demons of the Southern Continent.
First, a decree announced to all, "I, Red Cauldron, am selecting a master!"
Not long after, she jumped out again, "I, Red Cauldron, have chosen my master!
"Good gracious, how did you choose?"
The majority of people and demons, with their inadequate strength and average innate potential, did not care much about this.
After all, sentient spiritual tools selecting a master had a naturally low probability of choosing them; they were, from the start, merely part of the count, so there was no sense of loss from not being chosen.
However, those with ambition were infuriated, especially the Phoenix Clan.
While everyone else regarded the Red Cauldron as a powerful spiritual tool with spirituality, only the Phoenix Clan knew, this damn thing is an Immortal Artifact!
How could anyone accept missing out on an Immortal Artifact vanishing before their eyes?