The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 634: Chapter 634: Fang Lin’s Brand

Fang Lin had not noticed the two figures before. It was only after absorbing the immense power here that he became aware of their presence.

What kind of figures were they?

One of them was slightly closer, standing on the starry sky. It seemed to be an elder with a stooped figure and gray hair.

Fang Lin was surprised. Whether it was his father or the Martial Lords Hou Yi and Mo Shouhe, they were all middle-aged at most. But there was actually the figure of an elder here.

What did this mean? It revealed that this person stepped into the tenth level of Earth Element in his old age, which was quite strange.

Moreover, from the style of clothing on the elder, it seemed to belong to an even older age.

Fang Lin was somewhat dumbfounded as he realized this elder might have come from an era even older than the one of his past life.

During his time in the Pill Saint Palace in his previous life, Fang Lin had read many ancient books. That older time was a very dark era.

Countless terrifying beasts traversed the world, and the Human Clan were nothing more than powerless ants consumed as food by these beasts.

It wasn’t until later that incredible powerhouses gradually emerged from the Human Clan. They swept through the ages, exterminating the godlike beasts and bringing a dawn of light to the human race.

However, the ancient books only briefly recorded the events of the dark era. There were no detailed records. It was as if someone had erased something.

This elder was very likely to be one of the powerhouses born during that era.

For such a figure, Fang Lin held a great deal of reverence. Although he had not experienced that dark era, imagining the human race being reduced to food was enough to reveal its tragedy.

Even in such a time, he could become a powerhouse, much stronger than geniuses from great forces who enjoy numerous resources and guidance from prestigious teachers.

In the further distance, Fang Lin squinted, trying to make out that last figure.

If the elder’s figure filled Fang Lin with awe and shock, then the last one filled him with mystery.

This figure wasn’t tall or burly. Wearing a white robe with long black hair flying loose, he turned his back on Fang Lin, seemingly on the entire world as well.

Their face wasn’t visible, and his exact age was inscrutable. After watching for a while, Fang Lin even found this figure becoming more blurry.

Fang Lin secretly felt apprehensive. This figure filled him with a unique feeling, completely different from the other figures here—like the whole universe and starry sky revolved around him.

As Fang Lin tried to look at the figure more closely, it mysteriously moved.

Fang Lin was sure he had seen the figure move. It seemed as if it wanted to turn around.

Fang Lin jumped in alarm, wondering if this figure still had a will of its own? This was terrifying as the other figures just imprinted empty phantoms. But this figure could move.

Fang Lin’s alertness rose. Heaven knows what that thing was. If it meant him harm, he might not even have the chance to fight back.

However, the figure only moved slightly and then remained still. This made Fang Lin question if it was an illusion or if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Nevertheless, Fang Lin still felt the figure was very special, more so than the other figures here.

Perhaps as Fang Lin grew stronger, he would eventually know whose figure that was. But it wasn’t now. His path was still long.

Ignoring the figure turned against the world, Fang Lin cast one last glance at his father Fang Qingye’s figure before his own figure slowly faded.

He had stepped into the tenth rank of Earth Element, and he had seen the world within the Bronze Giant Gate. The power here had already been absorbed by Fang Lin. There was no reason to linger.

As Fang Lin’s figure completely disappeared, another one which belonged to Fang Lin appeared.

Seen in the most ancient Pill Refiner’s robe, Fang Lin was surrounded by circle of flames. In front of him was an ancient pill furnace with a brilliant light radiating from it.

This was the impression left by Fang Lin. It imprinted the most characteristic scene of his life. He was the Pill Sovereign in his past life. Although he lost his cultivation, his soul was still that of a Pill Sovereign. Hence, the world within the Bronze Giant Gate imprinted his Pill Sovereign soul into a figure, permanently leaving it here.

The moment Fang Lin’s figure emerged, the figure in white clothes that had turned its back against the universe surprisingly turned its head and glanced at him.

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Fang Lin’s spirit returned to his body and his eyes suddenly opened, revealing two brilliant golden lights as if they could penetrate the world.

After assessing his internal condition, an irreplicable joy spread across his face. He almost couldn’t help but howl with laughter.

However, he restrained himself. After all, this was where the Demon Kings gathered. Although, out of respect for the Demon Saint, they wouldn’t mess with him, shouting and yelling here wouldn’t be appropriate.

Upon standing up, Fang Lin couldn’t see the Demon Saint.

“You have succeeded,” the Demon Saint’s voice rang out. It came from within the Nine Palace Bag.

Fang Lin immediately said, “Thank you for saving my life, senior.”

Even though he said this, Fang Lin was still on guard against the old demon, whose power was unfathomable. He had no idea what he might be plotting or whether he had designs on him.

“I didn’t necessarily want to save you. I had no choice,” the Demon Saint said, his words filled with a sense of desolation and loss.

Fang Lin said, “As soon as I break through the Heavenly Origin, I’ll start preparing the Nirvana Pill that senior needs.”

During the tri-nation competition held in the Lower Three Kingdoms, he fell into a trap set by the Virtual Sky Sect Master. They were nearly wiped out.

If the Demon Saint hadn’t killed the Virtual Sky Sect Master, Fang Lin and the group from the Lower Three Kingdoms would have died a long time ago.

The Demon Saint had then told Fang Lin that he needed a Nirvana Pill, and Fang Lin had agreed.

However, a Nirvana Pill couldn’t be refined casually. Even if Fang Lin had reached the tenth level of Earth Element, he wouldn’t be capable of making a Nirvana Pill unless he had reached the Heavenly Origin realm and was at least level five and above.

Moreover, he didn’t have many of the medicinal ingredients for the Nirvana Pill. He would have to prepare all of them before he could start refining the pill.

“The Nirvana Pill isn’t urgent. There is something else I need you to do for me,” the Demon Saint said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin asked without any change in expression, “Senior, feel free to ask. As long as it’s within my ability, I’ll certainly do my best.”

Fang Lin’s meaning was very clear. If I can, I will. But if I can’t, you can’t force me.