The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron - Chapter 485
Chapter 485: Chapter 485: Demon Saint Takes Action
This voice came out suddenly, startling Fang Lin.
“Who’s that? Who’s speaking?” Fang Lin looked around, but couldn’t see anything. The followers of the Purple Mist Sect around him looked panicked.
“Did you forget who I am, after locking me up in that Pill Furnace?” The voice rang out again, somewhat coldly.
At these words, Fang Lin immediately understood. It was the voice of the Old Dried Corpse Demon Saint!
Thinking of this, Fang Lin broke out in a cold sweat. Had the Old Dried Corpse awoken from his slumber? Had his intellect been restored? And he hadn’t even noticed a thing.
If the Old Dried Corpse harbored ill-intentions, Fang Lin probably wouldn’t even know how he died.
“Boy, I only have a brief period of lucidity. Promise me one thing, and I will resolve the present situation,” the Old Dried Corpse Demon Saint said.
Fang Lin thought to himself, “What condition?”
“Make me a Nirvana Pill,” the Old Dried Corpse spoke.
Fang Lin’s face showed shock upon hearing these words, the Nirvana Pill was a Sixth-Class Pill. It was a high ranking Fifth-Class pill, bordering Sixth-Class, requiring an enormous amount of ingredients and complicated procedures to refine. Typically, only a Six Cauldrons Pill Refiner could successfully make it. Even for a Five Cauldrons Pill Refiner, it might only bear success once in a hundred trials.
Fang Lin naturally knew how to refine the Nirvana Pill, but with his current abilities, he wouldn’t be able to do so. At the very least, he would need to wait until his powers reached the Spirit Vein realm.
One requires a certain degree of martial art strength to refine pills; this is why renowned pill refiners also have impressive martial art skills.
The situation was critical, and a large skeletal hand was already slowly descending upon them. Without any time to think, Fang Lin made his promise.
“I hope you keep your word,” the Old Dried Corpse muttered deeply.
Just as Han Luoyun was about to make a hard decision with the desiccated hand inching closer, she suddenly felt the pressure around her decrease.
“Huh?” The desiccated hand in the sky stopped, expressing confusion. It seemed to have sensed something but remained uncertain.
Instantly, the gray birds that had been overwhelming the sky earlier began screeching as they fell to the ground, turning to dust.
This unexpected turn of events left everyone puzzled. What was happening? Had the mysterious being changed its mind about attacking them?
The next moment, an old man holding a bloody longsword appeared in the sky.
The old man had a lean face and looked quite elderly, as if he might perish at any moment. His body was shriveled, but beneath his frail physical appearance was an atmosphere so powerful that it caused the world itself to shudder.
With the longsword in hand, the old man made no move. Yet, the oppressive dark clouds that had saturated the sky were rapidly dissipating as if met with burning flames.
“No! Who are you?” As the clouds dissipated, a figure was revealed.
It was an extremely strange person, half of whom looked like a regular human being; but the other half was exceedingly withered, so much so that you could see old skin stretched over the bones, a horrifying sight to behold.
At this moment, the Sect Hierarch of the Virtual Sky Sect was looking at the old man with a shocked expression, utterly disbelieving.
The old man was naturally the Demon Saint. Faced with the Sect Hierarch’s question, he showed no response. He seemed too lazy to answer or too haughty to dignify the question with a response.
The people below all blankly watched the scene, trying to make sense of it. What was going on? Why had an enigmatic old man suddenly appear?
As for the Qian’s side, there were quite a few people looking at the longsword in the old man’s hand. The more they looked, the more familiar it felt.
The Demon Saint stared at the Sect Hierarch of the Virtual Sky Sect with a cold and detached expression, slowly raising the longsword in his hand.
“Watch closely, this is not how you should use that sword,” the Demon Saint spoke, clearly meant for Fang Lin.
“Who are you, exactly?” The Sect Hierarch roared in rage and unease. As an ancient being who survived from antiquity, he believed that in this era, he should be invincible. But facing this old man, he felt an increasing sense of panic. Even before the old man made a move, he felt an urge to turn tail and flee.
The Demon Saint remained silent, without answering. He swung his longsword at the Virtual Sky Sect Hierarch.
Bang!
The swing of his sword was like the reappearance of an ancient deity, splitting the distant sky with its might.
This single strike blinded everyone momentarily. They could see nothing, and their consciousness felt as if it was frozen.
The stroke was so powerful that even the wide-open sea thousands of miles away was stirred into an uproar, causing countless Sea Beasts to roar and bellow.
And this strike caused the many fearful beings within the land to open their eyes.
…
The Virtual Sky Sect Hierarch’s face was filled with terror. In the instant the Demon Saint struck his sword, he knew he was dead.
There was no chance of survival, no opportunity for escape. They were on completely different levels; the power of this stroke was enough to wipe not just one Virtual Sky Sect Hierarch off existence but a hundred of them.
If the hierarchy of the people below was deemed as deities, the Demon Saint would be a terrifying Divine King to the Virtual Sky Sect Hierarch.
“No!!!!” The Virtual Sky Sect Hierarch screamed as the Sword Qi engulfed him, dissolving his flesh and bones until everything became ash.
The Virtual Sky Sect Hierarch who was just formidable and insurmountable to everyone a moment ago, had become ash in the blink of an eye, without leaving a trace behind.
After slaughtering the Virtual Sky Sect Hierarch, the Demon Saint vanished instantaneously, together with his sword, returning to the Nine Palace Bag of Fang Lin.
Only Fang Lin had witnessed the scene of the Demon Saint slaying the Virtual Sky Sect Hierarch. The others were as though petrified; they heard nothing, saw nothing, even their consciousness seemed to freeze at that instant.
It was only after the Demon Saint vanished did everyone regain their ability to move. Many showed bewildered expressions, while others were lost, looking at the sky but seeing nothing.
A crisis that was enough to wipe everyone on the scene vanished just like that.
“Why do I feel like I’ve lost a piece of my memory?”
“I can’t remember what happened just now either.”
“Where did the Virtual Sky Sect Hierarch go? Why is he not here?”
“I don’t know, I just can’t remember.”
…
People began to talk, and more and more of them noticed that they seemed to have lost a memory and could not recall how the Virtual Sky Sect Hierarch disappeared.
Even the notable figures frowned; their memories were absent too. Clearly, someone had manipulated this, intentionally erasing their memories.
This sensation was unpleasant; it was clear that something occurred, yet they could not recall.
However, most of them felt joy and relief, a sense of having survived a disaster. Regardless of how, they had survived.
Fang Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was fortunate that the Old Dried Corpse had erased everyone’s memories; otherwise, he might have been in trouble.
“Eh, why are you staring at me?” Fang Lin suddenly discovered that Han Xiaoxing was casting a suspicious glance his way.
