The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1938: Chapter 2035: The Eerie Branch

Rumble rumble rumble!!!

The heavenly tribulation had yet to cease, each strike of thunder becoming increasingly terrifying, engulfing the entire region of ten thousand miles around the Ancient Demon Ridge.

If it weren’t for the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and Qi Liansheng joining forces to resist the heavenly tribulation, the Ancient Demon Ridge would have been affected, causing unknown numbers of demon beasts to perish under these thunders.

Within the Ancient Demon Ridge, the battle between Fang Lin and Liao Can Sheng grew increasingly intense. Both were utilizing the power of the Sacred Tree, but Fang Lin, worried about affecting the demon beasts in the area and the people of the Sky Swallowing Palace, couldn’t completely unleash his power.

As a result, Fang Lin faced some suppression in his confrontation with Liao Can Sheng and could only rely on the mysterious Nine Heavens Step Skill to maneuver around him.

Fang Lin attempted several times to lure Liao Can Sheng out of the Ancient Demon Ridge but failed. Reluctantly, he continued to fight while trying to protect the ridge from major impacts.

Seeing Liao Can Sheng gaining the upper hand, an unexpected change occurred.

"Hmm?" Liao Can Sheng’s eyes suddenly narrowed, the golden light on his body dimmed, and the power of the Sacred Tree began to rapidly fade.

Seeing this, Fang Lin seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, using the power of Skyfire to force Liao Can Sheng to retreat step by step.

"How can this be?" Liao Can Sheng looked incredulously at the tree branch embedded in his left arm, noticing signs of the blood and flesh withering away.

Liao Can Sheng was terrified, clearly feeling the blood and flesh on his left arm being continuously absorbed by the tree branch.

The power of the Sacred Tree he had absorbed earlier was also flowing into the tree branch, beyond Liao Can Sheng’s control.

This unexpected turn of events caught Liao Can Sheng completely off guard, causing him to become disoriented, giving Fang Lin an opportunity to strike and leaving him quite embarrassed.

Fang Lin also noticed that the power of the Sacred Tree on Liao Can Sheng seemed to have weakened significantly. Although he didn’t know what exactly had happened, it was beneficial to him, and naturally, he wouldn’t give Liao Can Sheng any chance to breathe.

Liao Can Sheng’s expression turned grim, but he quickly regained his composure without letting Fang Lin take further advantage. Although the power of the Sacred Tree had mostly diminished, he still held the Nine Swords and the ancient spear, and with the combined Sword Intent, he wouldn’t be easily defeated by Fang Lin.

However, the tree branch embedded in his left arm began drawing his blood and flesh, unsettling Liao Can Sheng. He secretly thought this tree branch might not be as simple as it seemed.

"Could it be that there’s not enough power of the Sacred Tree, so it’s trying to absorb my blood and flesh?" Liao Can Sheng speculated, deciding to extract more power of the Sacred Tree from the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree.

However, with the troublesome Fang Lin before him, it wouldn’t be easy to extract more power of the Sacred Tree.

Determined, Liao Can Sheng, ready to risk being wounded by Fang Lin, recklessly charged towards the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree.

Fang Lin snorted coldly and punched Liao Can Sheng hard in the back, causing him to spurt blood and shattering his heart directly.

Yet, even so, he couldn’t stop Liao Can Sheng’s frenzied act of extracting the power of the Sacred Tree. Moreover, a shattered heart was no big deal to Liao Can Sheng; even being dismembered wouldn’t be fatal at his level of cultivation.

Realizing the crucial factor was the tree branch in Liao Can Sheng’s arm, Fang Lin swung the ancient spear, intending to cut off Liao Can Sheng’s left arm.

However, the Nine Swords behind Liao Can Sheng simultaneously attacked, blocking Fang Lin from approaching Liao Can Sheng.

The ancient spear suddenly fell, and several cracking sounds were heard; four of the nine famous swords shattered instantly, while the remaining five dimmed, and their Sword Qi weakened considerably.

Liao Can Sheng didn’t even glance at the four shattered swords, placing his left hand on the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree, and a vast golden Sacred Tree power surged back into Liao Can Sheng’s body.

"This is the feeling! Hahahaha!" Liao Can Sheng laughed maniacally.

Although he was a disciple of Mo Shouhe and the number one sword Taoist of all ages, he knew he was still just an ant bound beneath the heavens, not truly able to see beyond.

Regarding ambition, Liao Can Sheng naturally had it, and his ambitions were never small. Whether it was immortality or invincibility, they were all his pursuits.

The small piece of tree branch in his left arm indeed came from the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree. During an ancient catastrophe, several supreme experts fought an unimaginable battle that did not topple the Sacred Tree but did break off a branch, which Liao Can Sheng accidentally acquired. The branch embedded in his left arm had remained there for years, unable to be removed.

Even Mo Shouhe did not know Liao Can Sheng secretly harbored a piece of the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree branch. If he knew, he probably would have removed it from Liao Can Sheng long ago.

This branch made Liao Can Sheng desire the power of the Sacred Tree, and even he didn’t know when he began yearning for it. Perhaps it was the branch subtly influencing him.

Although Liao Can Sheng himself realized it, he still followed this desire, seeking opportunities to invade the Ancient Demon Ridge.

"The power of the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree is endless. If I gain the most power of the Sacred Tree, I won’t fear even the Martial Arts Supreme!" Liao Can Sheng seemed mad, his entire being enveloped in an intense power of the Sacred Tree from head to toe.

Meanwhile, the tree branch on his left arm continuously siphoned the power of the Sacred Tree from Liao Can Sheng’s body, seemingly absorbing as much as he could take in.

Seeing the power of the Sacred Tree within Liao Can Sheng increasing, Fang Lin continued relentlessly, breaking all the remaining five famous swords of Liao Can Sheng.

"Die!" The ancient spear came, aimed directly at Liao Can Sheng’s head.

Yet Liao Can Sheng suddenly turned back, grabbing the ancient spear. No matter how much force Fang Lin exerted, he couldn’t move the spear an inch.

Fang Lin was shocked, simultaneously feeling that the power of the Sacred Tree within himself was being subtly drawn away by Liao Can Sheng.

Before Fang Lin could react, Liao Can Sheng was already upon him, pressing a palm directly against his chest.

This struck Fang Lin as if he had been hit hard, making him unable to hold the ancient spear, pushing him backward, while the spear was snatched away by Liao Can Sheng.

Moreover, Liao Can Sheng’s palm strike directly seized nearly half of the power of the Sacred Tree within Fang Lin, leaving him unable to withstand Liao Can Sheng’s assault.

"What a fine divine weapon, but now it’s mine." Liao Can Sheng, holding the ancient spear, sneered at Fang Lin.

Just as he finished speaking, Liao Can Sheng’s body suddenly withered, losing not only all the power of the Sacred Tree he had absorbed but also having most of his flesh and blood vitality siphoned away by the branch on his left arm.