The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 1264 - Chapter 1264 Chapter 1363 The Realm of Despair

Chapter 1264: Chapter 1363: The Realm of Despair Chapter 1264: Chapter 1363: The Realm of Despair Purple Mist Sect, within the stone chamber guarded by Han Luoyun, the refining of the Nirvana Pill was still ongoing intensely.

“Just a little more, just a little bit more,” Fang Lin said, his face pale and his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, not blinking as he stared at the Nine Treasure Luminous Cauldron in front of him.

Four Array Plates surrounded the area, already covered in cracks, as if they were on the verge of completely collapsing.

Inside the translucent Nine Treasure Luminous Cauldron, flames soared like dragons, and bursts of rosy light emerged continuously. Even outside the stone chamber, Han Luoyun could constantly feel the intense aura emanating from within.

This was the aura of the Pills. There was no scent of pills, but it still made Han Luoyun, a Ninth Layer Martial Artist, feel his heart palpitate.

It was merely the aura of the Pills spreading, and it made Han Luoyun feel oppressed. And considering that the Pills were not even fully refined yet, one could imagine how potent the Nirvana Pill was.

Old Dried Corpse Jin Zhulong remained silent. Since Fang Lin had started the Pill Refining, he had not made a sound, appearing very silent.

But Fang Lin knew that the one who was most anxious at this moment was the Old Dried Corpse, because the Nirvana Pill was being refined for him. If it failed, all efforts would be wasted, and the Old Dried Corpse’s recovery of his flesh body would be indefinitely delayed.

Thus, the Old Dried Corpse did not dare to speak, afraid of disturbing Fang Lin, but Fang Lin was very aware of his inner turmoil and anxiety.

Though no mistake had occurred in the Pill Refining so far, the Four Array Plates were almost at their limit and about to be destroyed.

Once these Four Array Plates were destroyed, the subsequent process would have to be completed by Fang Lin alone.

Whether he could do it or not, Fang Lin had no confidence, but having reached this stage, he was willing to risk everything to refine the Nirvana Pill.

Fang Lin was unaware of the shocking battle happening outside Qian Country. He had blocked all messages from the Message Transmitting Jade Slip, undistracted and not wanting any disturbances.

Although Han Luoyun knew Qian Country was facing a huge crisis at this moment, if the ugly old man was defeated, Qian Country would undoubtedly face danger.

But Han Luoyun dared not disturb Fang Lin at this moment; all he could do was guard the stone chamber behind him well, ensuring that no one disrupted Fang Lin.

As for the outcome, it was left to fate.

****

Thousands of miles away from Qian Country, in the midst of mountains, several figures stood on the mountain peaks, gazing toward Qian Country.

“Three sects are obstructed; we must not reveal ourselves now. We will take action after the three sects break into Qian Country,” said a demonic man standing at the forefront, his eyes one red and one blue, his face wearing a strange, faint smile.

“Yes!” the numerous figures behind him responded in unison.

“Qian Country, such a small area, yet it harbors so many secrets. Too bad it cannot be concealed any longer,” the man murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming.

Among the many figures behind this man, one wore a black iron mask, his body radiating a chilling Demon Qi.

The masked man looked up toward Qian Country, a complex emotion flitting through the depths of his eyes hidden behind the mask.

****

Outside Qian Country, the ugly old man and the middle-aged man each displayed their strongest Sword Tao.

It did not come from any lineage, nor was it learned from others, but was the profound Sword Tao each had realized on their own.

Whether it was the middle-aged man’s Feelings Cut sword or the ugly old man’s Sword-less Triumph over All Swords, both held uniquely magnificent aspects.

At this moment, the clash between the two Sword Tao powers would determine the winner.

Humm~~

The world around them fell silent; no one, regardless of their cultivation level, including the ugly old man and the middle-aged man, could hear any sound.

It was uncertain how long this state had lasted, seemingly an instant and yet possibly millennia.

All the people of Qian Country could only watch as the ugly old man spat out fresh blood, the light from the ancient longswords behind him dimming.

The middle-aged man also spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his grim smile fading as he was sent flying backwards.

“Hahahaha! To witness your swordplay, I am content!” the ugly old man roared with laughter, despite his severe injuries, laughing heartily.

“I may not wield a sword, but I admit defeat to no one under the heavens who does. Senior, your swordsmanship is beyond compare,” the middle-aged man said, also bowing deeply to the ugly elder.

The ugly old man continued to cough up blood, his aura extremely weak, as if he no longer had the strength to fight.

It was no wonder, after all, the ugly old man had already defeated the Three Heroes of Tao Sky, and now having engaged in combat with such a formidable enemy, both had suffered great injuries, which was quite an achievement.

“What a powerful strike, but unfortunately, after that strike, you are already at the end of your strength,” a cold voice said.

A woman appeared wearing a white dress, holding a white jade longsword, her beautiful face filled with icy arrogance.

Upon her arrival, she immediately attacked the ugly old man, displaying techniques of the Scholarly Martial Arts.

Boom!!!

Haoran Palm descended from the sky, seeming to press down on the ugly old man instantly.

“No!” The middle-aged man tried to intervene, but it was already too late, and he too, badly injured, was powerless to stop her.

The ugly old man was even weaker; just as the suddenly appearing woman had said, he was at the end of his strength, the brilliant sword strike he had performed, although stunning, was unable to produce a second.

As the great hand fell, the ugly old man mustered his last bits of strength, summoning an ancient longsword from behind to clash with the palm.

The palm collapsed, but the longsword was also sent flying back, and the old man sustained new injuries, making it hard for him to stand steady again.

“Amitabha, please step back,” intoned a voice, and a burly bald monk came rushing in, striking the chest of the unprotected ugly old man without any warning.

This punch directly struck him hard, caving in his chest, and he fell like a kite whose string had been cut.

A deathly silence fell over Qian Country, no one had expected that the supposed savior of their country was now so deplorably beaten, his life hanging by a thread.

Many were filled with immense rage; the three sect were exceedingly despicable. Not only were they using the strategy of a gauntlet, but they were also resorting to ambush, perhaps stopping at nothing to achieve their goal.

But what could their anger change? The people of Qian Country could do nothing, as helpless as ants, lacking even the ability to defend themselves, let alone anything else.

In the Purple Mist Sect, Qing Jianzi stood on the highest peak, watching the ugly old man fall, his fists clenched tight, his eyes nearly bursting.

Han Luoyun, too, clenched his teeth hard, his face looking especially grim.

“Amitabha, though Buddha teaches compassion and wishes not to perpetrate killings, anyone who blocks the way of the three sect must be eliminated,” declared the burly monk with his hands pressed together, exuding immense authority.

The woman wielding the jade sword also approached, joined by a golden-robed monk and a sword-wielding young man who had appeared earlier.

With these four masters appearing, despair enveloped all of Qian Country.

“Kill him,” the cold-faced woman commanded, moving once more to kill the ugly old man.

Yet at that moment, an unusual aura made the four masters suddenly shudder in terror.

ps: fifth update

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