The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1085 - Chapter 1085 Chapter 1084 Sacred Qi Enters the Body

Chapter 1085: Chapter 1084: Sacred Qi Enters the Body Chapter 1085: Chapter 1084: Sacred Qi Enters the Body There are ancient legends that the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree is the Tongtian tree, towering ten thousand zhang high, unattainable by mortals, only those of supreme power can measure it.

There are also rumors that the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree is omnipresent, capable of transforming all things in heaven and earth, unfathomable by gods and spirits, elusive to all beings.

In sum, amongst the many legends and ancient myths, the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree is a symbol of sanctity, extraordinarily majestic, high enough to pierce the heavens, and massive enough to stabilize the mountains.

Everyone who has heard of these tales, be they human or Demon Beast, believes that the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree is none other than an imposing Tongtian ancient tree, for only such an image is befitting of the status the Sacred Tree holds within the Demon Clan.

But now, Fang Lin and the nine Demon Clan prodigies were utterly baffled by the sight of this small, withered tree before them.

This small, withered tree is the so-called tall and majestic Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree from the rumors? What kind of joke is this? Are you playing with us?

It wasn’t just Fang Lin who was disbelieving, even those nine Demon Clan prodigies found it hard to believe that this could be the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree–it differed too far from the established legends.

This was something they could not accept; the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree should not be like this, they were certain that the Great Sage Equal to Heaven was deceiving them.

Yes, it must be Lord Demon Saint playing a trick on them, it must be…

The nine Demon Clan prodigies stared at the small, withered tree for a good while before turning to look at the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, with eyes full of incredulity.

“Lord Demon Saint, this definitely isn’t the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree,” the man in the green robe said with absolute conviction.

The other Demon Clan prodigies nodded in agreement, how could this small, withered tree possibly be the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree? They all knew the Great Sage Equal to Heaven was a trickster, perhaps he was lying to them now, just to make a fool out of them.

Even Fang Lin cast a peculiar glance toward the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, wondering if this monkey was just spouting nonsense.

Unexpectedly, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven looked serious, sweeping his gaze over them and said, “This is the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree, refrain from disrespect!”

Seeing the Great Sage Equal to Heaven so stern, Fang Lin and the prodigies were stunned.

Could it be? This small, withered tree is actually the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree? The disparity seemed too vast.

Suddenly, the small, withered tree trembled slightly, and a mysteriously profound aura began to flow out slowly.

The nine Demon Clan prodigies felt this aura and their expressions changed dramatically, before they all knelt to the ground, paying their respects to the small, withered tree.

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven also showed a rare look of solemnity, although a monkey maintaining such an expression looked rather comical.

Fang Lin was moved by this aura, a feeling of ancient vastness, as if it came from countless eons ago.

Enveloped in this aura, Fang Lin felt as if he were wandering through the long river of time, his entire being immensely comfortable.

Now, even Fang Lin believed, this small, withered tree was the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree. Though the appearance deviated quite a bit from expectation, the emanated aura was not something an ordinary tree could release. At least tens of thousands of years were needed to possess such an ancient and vast aura.

“So, this is the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree,” Fang Lin inwardly murmured to himself, feeling surprised and taken aback.

“After so many years, this tree still looks the same,” Old Dried Corpse said, his voice a complex mix of emotions, filled with both nostalgia and wistfulness.

Fang Lin knew that Old Dried Corpse was once a Demon Saint himself, who had encountered the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree many times; perhaps Old Dried Corpse’s current abilities were also inextricably linked to the Sacred Tree.

Nowadays, the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree still exists, but things have changed dramatically, and the Old Dried Corpse is no longer the spirited Demon Saint who once held sway over the firmament.

Around the Sacred Tree of the Demon Clan, ten meditation cushions were placed, clearly prepared for Fang Lin and his companions.

Furthermore, these cushions weren’t ordinary items; they were crafted from the branches of trees that grew around the Sacred Tree.

Many other trees also grew around the Sacred Tree, having been in its company for years, and naturally, they possessed an extraordinary aura.

Cushions woven from the branches of these trees offered significant benefits to cultivators.

“Sit down, embrace the Sacred Qi into your bodies, comprehend the Heavenly Tao. How much you gain will depend entirely on yourselves,” the Great Sage Equal to Heaven gestured towards the meditation cushions and said to Fang Lin and the others.

Immediately, nine Demon Beasts each took their place on the cushions, and Fang Lin also sat cross-legged on one, like an old monk in meditation, closing his eyes and slowing his breathing.

“Kid, I’ve thought of a method,” the Old Dried Corpse suddenly said to Fang Lin, excitement tinged in his voice.

“What method?” Fang Lin asked.

“The Sacred Qi of the Sacred Tree might be able to repair my physical body,” said the Old Dried Corpse.

Upon hearing this, a thought struck Fang Lin; indeed, it was a method worth trying. After all, the Old Dried Corpse had once been infused with Sacred Qi and could undoubtedly withstand it. As for whether it could repair his physical body, there seemed to be no problem.

After all, the Sacred Liquid that seeped from the Sacred Tree could enhance the physical body, and the Sacred Qi should have a similar effect.

“So, how do we go about it?” Fang Lin inquired.

“You just need to accept the Sacred Qi into your body. I’ll draw a portion of it into my own flesh, and that monkey should not notice,” the Old Dried Corpse explained.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin felt somewhat troubled; it seemed the Old Dried Corpse wanted to siphon off his share of Sacred Qi.

“Don’t be reluctant, kid. How much Sacred Qi you can obtain depends on your own abilities. It’s impossible for all ten of you to receive an equal amount of Sacred Qi,” the Old Dried Corpse added.

Fang Lin heard this and seemed to understand something; he opened his eyes and looked at the other nine Demon Clan geniuses, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

The nine Demon Beasts, along with one human, sat cross-legged beneath the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree, all with closed eyes, full of expectation.

Soon, beams of white light began to emerge from the Sacred Tree, enveloping each of the ten, including Fang Lin.

Fang Lin’s body shook; an indescribable essence entered his being through the white light, continuously infusing into his body.

For a moment, Fang Lin felt as if his body was about to be torn apart, the pain unbearable, yet there was no outward sign of this condition.

“Endure it! If you make it through, the rest should go smoothly. Those nine Demon whelps are the same as you!” the Old Dried Corpse reminded, though even he felt a bit of trepidation and nervousness inside.

Even the Old Dried Corpse wasn’t sure if Fang Lin could adapt to the Sacred Qi smoothly. If he couldn’t, things would be bad; not only would the Old Dried Corpse be unable to use the Sacred Qi to repair his body, but Fang Lin could also suffer greatly from the backlash of the Sacred Qi.

The other nine Demon Clan prodigies were in the same state as Fang Lin, showing signs of agony, their bodies trembling as if undergoing immense torture.

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven appeared calm, as if he was used to such scenes; his gaze lingered on Fang Lin a bit longer than on the others.