The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1739: Chapter 1836: Enemies Meet

The silver-haired elder was full of demon qi, and the blood-red sword in his hand appeared particularly mysterious, with its blood-red light flickering as if fresh blood were flowing on the sword.

The mysterious figure that emerged from the transformation of the eyeball was shrouded in darkness from head to toe, making it impossible to see his face, with only a pair of indifferent eyes clearly visible.

The silver-haired elder held his longsword, pointing at the mysterious figure, with a mocking smile on his face.

“It seems you’ve invested quite a bit in this boy, otherwise you wouldn’t be so easily forced out by me.” The silver-haired elder remarked.

“Even if you’ve forced me out, what can you do?” The mysterious figure responded, his tone as calm as still water, showing no concern for the elder’s mockery.

“Naturally, it’s to kill you.” The silver-haired elder laughed, as if stating something very ordinary, but the killing intent in his words made the others present shiver.

Dugu Nian and Fu Yue Vajra and others hadn’t expected such a turn of events; both the silver-haired elder and the mysterious figure seemed unfathomable. Even with Dugu Nian’s immortal cultivation, it was hard to gauge the depth of these two.

“Can you kill me?” The mysterious figure said indifferently.

The silver-haired elder chuckled: “Whether I can kill you or not will only be known after the fight.”

As he spoke, the silver-haired elder glanced at Dugu Nian: “Girl, take your people wherever you need to go, don’t get in my way. If not for that boy’s sake, I wouldn’t have bothered coming out.”

Dugu Nian was taken aback, then cupped her fists in salute to the elder: “Today’s kindness, Dugu Nian will not dare forget.”

Saying this, she left with Fu Yue Vajra and the others, flying northward.

The mysterious figure did not make any move to stop them and didn’t even glance at Dugu Nian and the others, as if they didn’t exist at all.

The mysterious figure waved his hand, and Sun Yunling’s severed head returned to his body, though the abundant vitality he once had was now nearly exhausted.

Sun Yunling, with a look of shame, bowed in salute to the mysterious figure.

“Leave this place.” The mysterious figure told Sun Yunling.

Without any hesitation, the latter turned and left.

Thus, only the silver-haired elder and the mysterious figure remained, standing opposite each other.

“You should know, even if you manage to kill me here, it won’t change anything; what is destined to come will still come.” The mysterious figure said indifferently.

The silver-haired elder shrugged: “Whether it changes anything or not, I don’t care, I just want to kill you.”

The mysterious figure shook his head: “Jin Zhulong, you’re just the same as ever; it seems keeping you imprisoned for so many years hasn’t changed you.”

The elder with the blood sword, with a head full of silver-grey hair, was none other than the long-lost old dried corpse Jin Zhulong.

From the mysterious figure’s words, it was clear that it was he who had once suppressed the demon saint Jin Zhulong beneath the Endless Dungeon.

It’s no wonder Jin Zhulong harbored such a strong killing intent upon seeing him; after all, they were enemies, and enemies meeting naturally burns with rage.

“So much nonsense, you’re just like before.” Jin Zhulong sneered.

The figure laughed: “Yes, because I’ve been alone on that mountain for so long, living countless years; it was always just me, couldn’t find anyone to talk to. Even though I’m no longer on the mountain, I still like to talk a lot, probably can’t change that habit.”

“I don’t have the mood to waste words with you.” Jin Zhulong said, drawing the Clear Rainbow Sword, launching a direct attack at the mysterious figure.

The mysterious figure faced it head-on, a seemingly simple palm strike, yet enough to change the color of the heavens and the earth.

BOOM!!!

An extreme confrontation ensued, one side being the former demon saint, and the other a mysterious and powerful figure with equally astonishing origins.

Even being thousands of miles away, Dugu Nian and the others felt the enormous commotion coming from behind, with terrifying auras sweeping over them, almost blowing them away.

“Such terrifying auras!” Fu Yue Vajra said tremblingly.

“Don’t look back!” Dugu Nian said, the group not daring to pause, flying straight to the Sky Swallowing Palace.

At that moment, two figures flew toward them—it was Zhen Yangzi and Fang Lin.

Zhen Yangzi’s face was full of resignation, while Fang Lin appeared anxious, only relaxing upon seeing Dugu Nian and the others safe and sound.

“Why have you returned?” Dugu Nian asked with furrowed brows.

Zhen Yangzi pointed at Fang Lin: “He insists on returning, I had no choice.”

Dugu Nian felt warmth in her heart, knowing that Fang Lin was worried about her, which was why he insisted on coming back.

Upon seeing the injuries on Dugu Nian and the others, though none seemed serious, Fang Lin quickly asked: “What happened?”

Dugu Nian then recounted the events that occurred after Fang Lin and Zhen Yangzi left, and when she mentioned the appearance of the silver-haired elder with a blood-red sword, Fang Lin was stunned.

“It’s the old dried corpse!” Fang Lin immediately thought of Jin Zhulong.

Meanwhile, on the intense battlefield, Jin Zhulong and the mysterious figure were locked in fierce combat, their means so earth-shattering, completely beyond what ordinary Martial Artists could imagine.

Especially Jin Zhulong, every strike with his sword carried enough power to easily slay an immortal Presence, leaving sword marks on the ground thousands of feet deep, and terrifying demon qi permeated all around.

The mysterious figure seemed to struggle against Jin Zhulong, continually on the defensive, yet the aura he faintly emitted was strange, somewhat similar to that of Sun Yunling.

“You’re still just a simple Spirit Body, accept your fate!” Jin Zhulong shouted, the Clear Rainbow Sword in his hand emitting a female’s eerie shriek.

The mysterious figure couldn’t withstand this strike, being cut open from head to toe.

Yet the strange body of the mysterious figure fused back together, as if untouched.

This scene was eerily similar to what happened with Sun Yunling earlier.

Jin Zhulong did not attack further; his previous strike had already killed the mysterious figure, who was only maintaining his form, just barely clinging on.

The mysterious figure remained calm; being just a Spirit Body, even death would have little effect on his true self.

“You seem to be stronger than before.” The mysterious figure commented.

“That’s because you’re still the same as before.” Jin Zhulong replied coldly.

The mysterious figure chuckled: “I have set everything in motion; all people and events are under my control, progressing toward the outcome I wish to see. You, Jin Zhulong, are also one of them, unable to escape.”

“You said the same thing back then, yet some managed to escape your grasp.” Jin Zhulong replied coolly.

ps: First update today, another painful day of follow-up medical check-ups. Couldn’t go last week due to moving, must go today.