The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1922: Chapter 2019: An Irremediable Wound

Sun Yunling was without regret, willingly sacrificing all his vitality to the Hidden Kill Hall Master, his body rapidly aging and withering as visible to the naked eye.

He knew he was nearing death, but that was unimportant; what mattered was giving the one he loved a chance to be resurrected; as long as his master acted, nothing was impossible.

When Sun Yunling collapsed to the ground like a skeletal corpse, the broken jade pendant he held tightly in his hand still wasn’t relinquished, no matter how close to death he was, Sun Yunling still regarded it as more important than his own life.

"Meng, we will be able to meet again soon." Sun Yunling lay on the ground, a faint smile playing on his gaunt and fearsome face as his eyes gradually grew dim and the last trace of his vitality was drawn into that bronze coffin.

Soon, Sun Yunling was utterly motionless, completely dying here, before this bronze coffin, until his breath ceased and his life withered, the broken jade pendant still clutched in Sun Yunling’s hand, not released even a little.

And at this moment, a sound of breathing gradually emerged from within that bronze coffin, accompanied by a terrifyingly strong aura spreading out, causing the entire underground palace to vibrate.

An eyeball appeared on the scene, not giving even a glance at the already dead Sun Yunling on the floor, heading straight into the bronze coffin.

Buzz!!!

Inside the bronze coffin, flickering dark lights burst forth, breaking through the barriers of the underground palace and shooting directly to the surface.

Fang Qingye, who was constantly skirmishing with Mo Shouhe, suddenly changed his expression and immediately looked towards the direction where the dark light appeared, an unusual somber look in his eyes.

Mo Shouhe merely gave an eerie smile, feeling more at ease inside, knowing that the other Ancient Spirit Incarnation had awakened.

"Fang Qingye, it seems you have miscalculated," Mo Shouhe said with a bit of mockery.

Fang Qingye’s expression remained unchanged, calmly saying, "At least everything so far is within my expectations; even if that person is awake, it changes nothing, distant water does not quench immediate thirst."

Mo Shouhe snorted: "Good one, ’distant water does not quench immediate thirst’, but you underestimate the power of the original Demon Saint, he is not easily dealt with, plus your son is there, and once you seize him, everything will be resolved."

Fang Qingye frowned, he understood what Mo Shouhe meant, which was to tell him that if the original Demon Saint were forced to the brink, he might desperately seize the Life and Death Reincarnation Pill from Fang Lin’s soul.

In reality, this concern had always been present in Fang Qingye’s mind, but he had no good solution; his appearance here as an avatar to block Mo Shouhe was already at the limit, and his true form could no longer spare the energy to manage other affairs, otherwise greater crises would arise.

The same applied to Bai Qingxue, who had to help Fang Qingye’s true form guard that place, as Fang Qingye sent out an avatar here, his real strength was somewhat affected, and without Bai Qingxue’s assistance, guarding it would indeed be quite difficult.

As for whether Fang Lin would face the danger of being desperately seized by the original Demon Saint, Fang Qingye did not ponder too much, because he could not cover all bases at this moment; the inevitable risks had to be faced, not everything could be controlled by Fang Qingye, and none of the Ancient Spirit Incarnations were ordinary, they naturally wouldn’t obediently follow his will.

"You better worry about yourself first," Fang Qingye did not wish to converse further with Mo Shouhe, his strikes even more terrifying than before.

Mo Shouhe was caught off guard, pondering if Fang Qingye had previously held back, not putting forth his full effort?

However, now both Mo Shouhe and Fang Qingye knew their duel was not of great importance, as the outcome was bound to be indecisive, and the matter of life and death with the original Demon Saint was the most crucial.

At this moment, in the place where the dark light surged, the underground palace trembled, the bronze coffin emerged.

A dry hand suddenly reached out from the gaps in the coffin lid, with great force pushing the heavy lid aside.

This hand looked shriveled, as if only a layer of dark old skin wrapped around the bones, yet this hand visibly became plumper.

"After so many years, I can finally recover," a deep and somber voice echoed as a pair of eerie eyes opened within the bronze coffin.

Boom!!!

The coffin lid was suddenly flung aside, and the figure within the bronze coffin immediately sat up, inhaling deeply, within a five-thousand-mile radius all living beings, including every grass and tree, instantly withered, their vitality absorbed into the Hidden Kill Hall Master’s body.

His body appeared no different from a normal person, but there was still a slight indentation where his heart lay.

"Hmm?" The Hidden Kill Hall Master glanced down at his heart area, feeling slightly surprised.

The Hidden Kill Hall Master’s face darkened, recalling how he fought to the death with Hou Yi, receiving a punch to the heart.

It was this punch that left the Hidden Kill Hall Master unable to recover for years, and even now, having absorbed such massive vitality, the wound in his heart remained unhealed.

As if no matter how much vitality he absorbed, the wound at his heart would not heal, always his mortal flaw.

"Too bad Hou Yi is dead, yet I am still alive; even though you inflicted unerasable harm upon me, still it is I who have won," the Hidden Kill Hall Master leaped out of the bronze coffin, which crumbled with a sound.

Landing in the underground palace, the Hidden Kill Hall Master finally glanced at the already dead Sun Yunling, whose face still bore a faint smile even in death.

"Foolish disciple, how can the dead be resurrected? You may rest in peace," the Hidden Kill Hall Master said coldly, crushing Sun Yunling’s corpse underfoot, shattering it along with the jade pendant to dust.

Rumbling!!!

The underground palace collapsed, burying Sun Yunling’s broken corpse together, while the Hidden Kill Hall Master proceeded directly to where the original Demon Saint resided.

His awakening came by force of circumstance; if the original Demon Saint hadn’t encountered an intractable crisis, he would not have awakened so soon.

But now, only he could resolve the original Demon Saint’s crisis; should the original Demon Saint die, it would be a serious loss for their Ancient Spirit Incarnations.

As the Hidden Kill Hall Master hurried over, the original Demon Saint, facing relentless pursuit and assault by the four Exotic Beasts, had reached his limit, once again employing the Ancient Spirit Secret Skill to restore himself.

This, however, cost the original Demon Saint his last means of survival, and the four Exotic Beasts seized the opportunity, risking severe injuries from the original Demon Saint, to forcibly entangle him.

Fang Lin followed close behind, witnessing firsthand the plentiful Demon Blood falling across the sky, accompanied by cries of agony echoing.

The four Exotic Beasts were heavily injured, barely hanging on, while the original Demon Saint was severely injured and dying, at the point of exhausting his last ounce of strength.

"Hahaha! You cannot kill me! No one can kill me!" Suddenly, the original Demon Saint laughed aloud.