The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1697: Chapter 1794: Entering Great Longevity

The Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus drifted gracefully toward Fang Lin, emanating an aura of destruction that stunned everyone present.

“Quick, retreat further away!” the Black Robe Master immediately shouted. The Taoist Sect disciples wasted no time and retreated thousands of miles, yet they still felt a lingering unease in their hearts.

The Spirit Martial Chess Sect similarly acted swiftly, as their entire sect was carried away by the enormous chessboard to avoid the thunder lotus’s devastating power.

Fang Lin barely managed to open his eyes, watching the Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus approach him as its terrifying aura seeped into him. Panic flashed across his face.

But deep down, a wave of joy surged within him. He wished he could pounce on the Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus with reckless abandon.

Of course, Fang Lin made sure to keep up appearances; if the two figures suspected anything and retrieved the lotus, it would be incredibly awkward for him.

The Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus finally reached Fang Lin, who desperately tried to flee, but he was instantly enveloped by endless purple light.

Boom!

The heavens and the earth seemed to quake as Fang Lin’s silhouette vanished. Faint echoes of agonized screams could be heard.

The devastating purple thunder swept across the Nine Heavens, affecting thousands of miles of oceanic territory. The seawater evaporated beyond reckoning, and countless sea beast corpses floated on the surface—mangled, charred, and unrecognizable.

Even the experts from Confucian Tao retreated to an extremely distant point but still suffered minor injuries from the residual force. Luckily, none perished.

The Black and White Masters had acted earlier to block much of the residual purple thunder, yet even with their Half-step Immortal cultivation, their faces turned pale, showing the immense energy it took to resist the residual power.

“Such a terrifying force. Even with Fang Lin’s remarkable physique, he must have perished!” the Black Robe Master said gravely.

The White Robe Master nodded and added, “The power of the Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus has reached the pinnacle of the Thunder Control Skill. Only our senior master in the Taoist Sect can wield it at this level.”

“I wonder when we might reach such heights in cultivation,” the Black Robe Master remarked wistfully.

The White Robe Master chuckled, “With our qualifications, truly stepping into the Immortal Realm would still be extraordinarily challenging even after a thousand years of tempering.”

The Black Robe Master fell silent, his gaze fixed on the center of the purple thunder explosion off in the distance.

Everyone else was also watching that location, waiting for Fang Lin’s emergence—or perhaps, his corpse.

Hardly anyone thought Fang Lin could still survive. After all, the previous bolts had severely overwhelmed him, and the final strike with the Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus wielded such horrendous power that it seemed impossible for Fang Lin to endure.

The force released by the purple thunder lingered for a long time. No one rushed to investigate, as the longer it lasted, the stronger the power must be, which only decreased the chances of Fang Lin surviving.

When the purple thunder finally subsided, everyone’s gaze converged intensely on the same spot.

“He’s dead after all!” someone exclaimed.

Fang Lin had been reduced to a charred mass, no longer resembling a human. His aura was extinguished, his vitality absent, like a lifeless corpse.

The young Taoist and Elder Situ exchanged a glance and exhaled with relief. After all their efforts, they had finally killed Fang Lin.

“This child is finally dead. Our three sects are rid of a monumental threat,” Elder Situ commented, his eyes fixed on the charred remains.

His focus, however, wasn’t on the corpse itself but rather on Fang Lin’s physical body.

The extraordinary strength Fang Lin’s body had exhibited made Elder Situ eager to acquire its power for himself, pushing his cultivation even further.

“Situ, remember: excess can lead to calamity,” the young Taoist remarked meaningfully.

Elder Situ turned a deaf ear to the warning. With a flicker, his figure advanced toward the charred remains.

The young Taoist furrowed his brows, considering stopping him. Yet after a brief hesitation, he held back.

Just as Elder Situ was reaching the charred mass, his expression suddenly changed. Without hesitation, he retreated backward.

“Hmm?” The young Taoist, seeing Elder Situ’s reaction, was visibly surprised.

“How could this be?” Elder Situ muttered while retreating, disbelief written across his face.

“What happened?” The young Taoist approached swiftly to inquire.

Before Elder Situ could reply, the young Taoist understood, for from the seemingly lifeless charred remains came the pounding sound of powerful heartbeats.

“Could he still be alive?” The young Taoist’s expression instantly darkened. Had the strongest strike of the Thunder Control Skill—the Nine Petals Purple Thunder Lotus—failed to kill Fang Lin?

Crack!

A fissure appeared suddenly on the surface of the charred mass and quickly expanded, resembling the transformation of a cocoon into a butterfly.

At the same time, the boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into the fissures as if some entity inside was seizing creation’s essence.

“How is this possible?” The crowd from Confucian Tao was stunned. Fang Lin was still alive.

From the charred remains, an unimaginable vitality erupted. The resonance of his heartbeats roared like thunder, echoing throughout heaven and earth.

The True Dragon Phantom and Kylin Phantom appeared simultaneously, letting out majestic cries that resonated with countless demon beasts across the Nine Countries Seven Seas.

Far away beyond the Nine Countries, at the Ancient Demon Ridge, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven gazed toward the distant east, the Golden Flame Eye revealing a trace of anticipation.

“This brat progresses at remarkable speed,” the Great Sage Equal to Heaven mused, before shifting his gaze to the nearby Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree.

In the deepest reaches of the Desolate Sea Domain, where even the three sects dared not tread, three observing figures turned their attention to Fang Lin’s transformation.

“Not even thirty years of cultivation, yet he’s reached Great Longevity,” a crisp and pleasant voice resounded, surprisingly belonging to a woman among the trio.

“You’re already tempted to intervene?” A man, his figure cloaked in golden light, remarked.

“Let’s wait and observe,” the woman replied calmly.

“If this child lives, it might mean the end of the three sects.” Another voice sounded, languid yet unsettling.

“It won’t happen,” the woman replied coldly, her tone carrying an air of aloof detachment.

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The charred remnants split apart, and Fang Lin emerged, his body now radiating a faint halo. His face appeared younger, resembling a boy of seventeen or eighteen years.

Fang Lin’s cultivation had now truly stepped into the Longevity Realm.

“Thank you for the gift,” Fang Lin said with a grin, addressing Elder Situ and the young Taoist.

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