Chapter 981 Breaking Free

• A deep metallic tremor rolled across the clearing, the note lingering like the groan of a wounded beast.
• Humiliation flooded the Moon Emperor Cauldron. Its polished surface quivered in tiny spasms—as though a child were sobbing behind a stiff upper lip—each spasm ringing the air with another mournful hum.
• It was, after all, a semi-immortal artifact, forged to stand beside emperors, never to be tossed aside like refuse. Yet what could it do? Caelun had failed to unleash even a tenth of its might. If its true master still walked this realm, would anyone dare subject it to such disgrace?