The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 270: Resurrection of the Demon Saint?

Translator: 549690339

At the moment when the mummified Demon Saint opened his eyes, both Feng Qianqiu, who was closest to the mummy, and Fang Lin and Gu Hanshan in the distance, felt a wave of chill that froze them to the bone.

Feng Qianqiu stiffly turned around. Seeing the Demon Saint mummy’s opened eyes, he collapsed to the ground as if all his strength suddenly drained out.

Fang Lin and Gu Hanshan both felt an inexplicable fear rising within them, as if a beast of unparalleled ferocity was slowly taking shape.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!!!

Especially the crimson longsword in Fang Lin’s hand, it vibrated violently at this moment, struggling as if wanting to escape from Fang Lin’s grip.

Fang Lin was taken aback. Although he had not had the crimson longsword for long, this was the first time he had seen it so agitated.

“What’s happening?” Fang Lin looked down and saw an awestruck Feng Qianqiu sitting on the ground and the corpse ‘s eyes finally opened.

“Oh no!” Fang Lin whispered to himself, realizing that the opening of the mummy’s eyes was undoubtedly an ominous sign, even though he still didn’t fully understand the situation.

Gu Hanshan’s face also turned pale. The aura emanating from the mummy made him feel extremely uncomfortable and oppressed, as if it was not just a withered corpse that lay there, but the king of Demon Beasts.

Seeing that Fang Lin was taken aback, Gu Hanshan sneered coldly and suddenly launched an attack on Fang Lin.

But at that moment, a violent suction erupted from the mummy, pulling both Fang Lin and Gu Hanshan towards it.

Despite their best efforts to resist, the strength of the suction was well beyond their abilities to resist. They were drawn next to the mummy like dead leaves in the wind.

Just as they were about to move, they realized that they had lost control of their bodies, consigned to futilely and despairingly watching the mummy.

Feng Qianqiu’s expression shifted drastically. Unaffected by the suction, an intense desire to survive surged within him. He soared into the air, intending to fly away.

However, just as he took to the air, he felt a tremendous force pulling him down. Even with Feng Qianqiu’s considerable cultivation, facing such a force he screamed and was dragged back down.

Thud!

Feng Qianqiu crashed to the ground, looking completely disoriented despite his formidable abilities.

Buzz!

The crimson longsword that had been held by Fang Lin suddenly flew out of his hand and plunged directly into the heart of the mummy.

At the sight of this, Fang Lin was stunned. What was happening? Was he afraid that the mummy was not completely dead and decided to stab it again?

However, Fang Lin knew this was not the case. The crimson longsword seemed to share some connection with the mummy.

Soon, Fang Lin saw that the crimson longsword was actually infusing fresh blood into the mummy.

Fang Lin suddenly understood. It’s no wonder the crimson longsword loved to absorb blood. It seemed it could never get enough. Clearly it was doing this for the Old Dried Corpse.

At this moment, it was visibly clear that the Old Dried Corpse’s body began to show a hint of color, and gradually a spark of life began to emanate from it.

Although this sliver of life was extremely weak, like a candle in a storm that could be extinguished at any moment, the fact that a semblance of life would emerge from an already dead body after so many millenia was nonetheless terrifying.

Watching this scene, Feng Qianqiu broke into bitter laughter. His hunch was correct. This was not some celestial opportunity but a treacherous trap set by the Demon Saint.

While the Demon Saint was dead, he had left a back-up plan, hoping to revive after countless years. But to accomplish this earth-shattering feat, he needed a vast amount of fresh blood to restore his life essence.

The crimson longsword was certainly left by the Demon Saint. All the blood it absorbed was prepared for him.

At this moment, under the relentless infusion of fresh blood from the crimson longsword, the body of the Demon Saint began to give off a dreadful pressure.

This pressure belongs to the Demon Saint – the pressure of the one who dominated all demons and earned the respect of countless powerful demons, known as the Saint.

The Demon Saint is slowly awakening!

Fang Lin and Gu Hanshan both involuntarily revealed expressions of fear, and it was not from within their hearts, but from some inherent power within their bodies.

Fang Lin looked at the corpse that was increasingly vibrant with life, and it seemed as if he had guessed something. He abruptly turned to Feng Qianqiu, “Who is this Old Dried Corpse?”

Feng Qianqiu smiled bitterly: “Demon Saint! He is the Demon Saint who died ten thousand years ago!”

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin was utterly flabbergasted. OMG! This shriveled old corpse, which looked like a dried fish, was actually the Demon Saint.

As a Pill Sovereign, Fang Lin understood the meaning of the title “Demon Saint”. Only those who could make all demon beasts submit, and from the depths of their hearts pay their respects, would be called the Demon Saint by all creatures.

The Saint among demons! Ruler of all demon beasts!

A Demon Saint is not merely a demon. Humans can become Demon Saints too, albeit with a difficulty that is hundreds of times greater.

And this corpse was truly of the Human Clan, yet it became a Demon Saint. One can imagine that this figure, in his time, must have been a formidable presence who shook the heavens and the earth. Even if not as strong as a Sovereign, he certainly could not have been far off.

Fang Lin cursed: “You damn fool, what was going through your mind? How dare you covet the body of a Demon Saint? Now everyone is doomed!”

Feng Qianqiu was also filled with regret. Once he had guessed that this was a trap, he understood that there was no escape for him. The Demon Saint wanted to resurrect and needed immense amounts of life essence and fresh blood. Everyone present was destined to become a sacrifice for the Demon Saint’s revival.

However, despite his impending doom, Feng Qianqiu was far from willing to accept his fate.

Suddenly, Gu Hanshan asked: “What Demon Saint?”

Fang Lin ignored him. The situation was critical. The life essence within the old corpse was becoming stronger and stronger. If it were to truly awaken, they would all be doomed.

Fang Lin rolled his eyes, desperately trying to come up with a solution.

But after much thought, it seemed that the current situation was irreversible. They could only sit and await their doom.

“Damn it! Am I really going to die here?” Fang Lin muttered to himself, becoming increasingly anxious.

Just when Fang Lin was at a loss, a golden finger suddenly emerged from above, its golden radiance illuminating the surroundings.

Buzz!!!!

The crimson longsword, as if frightened, suddenly flew out from the corpse.

With the loss of fresh blood, the life essence in the corpse quickly dwindled. The Demon Saint had yet to fully awaken and without the crimson longsword, the faint life inside the body could not last much longer.

The golden finger came down from the sky with the power to destroy everything, crushing down onto the crimson longsword, and the mummy.