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The black hole slowly descended with a silvery-white edge. The artifact spirit of the Nether Cauldron stood on top of the cauldron, looking up at the black hole that was about to land on its body. There was a trace of anger on its blurry face.

The Nether Cauldron itself did not expect that it would face such a level of Heaven's Punishment. If it could not successfully break through this time