The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 1961: Chapter 2058: Both Fall

Time and the void, they are the supreme paths between heaven and earth, especially the former, which holds myriad mystical transformations, beyond human control.

Fang Qingye’s understanding of time has reached an unprecedented level, even Xuanyuan Ya is not as accomplished as Fang Qingye at this moment.

In this world, only Fang Qingye can use the power of time to trap the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu in another point of time.

Fang Qingye’s complexion was deathly pale, for even with his strength, deploying such a method was an immense burden. His lifespan was already exhausted, and his youthful appearance was but an ephemeral reflection borrowed from the power of time, lasting only for a brief moment.

"Did it succeed?" Bai Qingxue rushed to his side, immediately grasping one of Fang Qingye’s hands, asking with concern.

Fang Qingye shook his head, "It was merely sent to a crevice in time but cannot be truly trapped."

Upon hearing this, Bai Qingxue’s expression dimmed somewhat. This was Fang Qingye’s utmost limit, yet it could only achieve this step; the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu was just too overpowering.

Suddenly, Fang Qingye’s face drastically changed, and he grabbed Bai Qingxue, appearing instantaneously hundreds of miles away.

But it was still a step too late.

The figure of the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu suddenly appeared behind Bai Qingxue, with one hand already piercing through her body, forcibly extracting a glowing red heart.

"Damn it!" Fang Qingye was furious, throwing a punch towards the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu, but missed completely, not even touching it.

"Your vitality now belongs to me," the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu said expressionlessly, holding Bai Qingxue’s heart.

Visibly, the heart immediately withered, and Bai Qingxue’s vitality was continuously being absorbed by the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu.

The medium for this absorption was the heart.

Fang Qingye gritted his teeth, persistently launching attacks on the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu, trying to prevent it from absorbing Bai Qingxue’s vitality.

But the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu refused to confront Fang Qingye directly, summoning the towering Mountain Tu again, forcing Fang Qingye to once more face its relentless assaults.

Bai Qingxue, biting her lip, looked at Fang Qingye with a mix of reluctance, her face beautiful yet bitter.

"Hold on!" Fang Qingye did not turn to look at her but merely said this.

Bai Qingxue lightly responded with an "um," but she knew she was not far from death. Her heart, grasped by the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu, rendered her vitality effortlessly attainable for it.

Unless she could retrieve her heart, she was doomed to die.

Without the realm of Martial Arts Supreme, there was utterly no resistance against the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu, especially since it excelled in drawing out vitality. Even if Bai Qingxue’s strength was formidable, there was no way out under such circumstances.

Bai Qingxue was unafraid of death. She even hoped to die before Fang Qingye. But she remained overly concerned about her son, Fang Lin.

Fang Qingye’s mind was in turmoil, his entire being seemingly crazed, striking Mountain Tu with all his remaining strength, desperate to reclaim Bai Qingxue’s heart.

Yet how could Mountain Tu be something he could uproot, perpetually hindering Fang Qingye’s path forward?

Bai Qingxue’s body aged swiftly, a deep melancholy emanating from her, clearly having reached her final moments.

"No!!!!" Fang Qingye finally gave up, turning to embrace Bai Qingxue’s body, feeling the last thread of her vitality slipping away, nearly losing his mind.

Bai Qingxue weakly placed a hand on Fang Qingye’s face, as if wanting to say something to him, but she no longer had the strength to speak.

Fang Qingye’s body trembled as Mountain Tu fiercely struck his back, causing him to spew blood, significantly weakening his aura.

But Fang Qingye seemed utterly unfazed by his own condition, merely clutching Bai Qingxue, not daring to loosen his grip at all.

"Such rich vitality truly pleases me," the voice of the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu echoed as Bai Qingxue’s last shred of vitality was siphoned through the heart.

Subsequently, the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu clenched its hand, crushing the heart to bits.

Bai Qingxue’s hand fell lifelessly, ultimately losing her life.

Yet Fang Qingye seemed extraordinarily calm, as if wholly indifferent, holding Bai Qingxue’s corpse in his arms, turning once more to face the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu.

"How does it feel? Watching your loved one die before you, do you feel powerless? After all, you’re merely an ant in the human world, unable to bridge life and death," the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu taunted with a sneer.

Fang Qingye did not reply, merely reaching out again towards the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu.

The Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu thought Fang Qingye was employing the same trick, dodging the spot he was at, only to unexpectedly face the surge of power again, drawing it back into the crevice of time.

Fang Qingye himself stepped out, disappearing with Bai Qingxue’s body into the void, engaging in another battle with the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu within the time crevice.

In that time crevice, neither Fang Qingye nor the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu could feel the passage of time, as if all things could eternally endure there.

But Fang Qingye ultimately exhausted his lifespan, and with Bai Qingxue’s death, he was in utter despair, only wishing to use his last strength to delay the Ancient Spirit of Mountain Tu here, buying more time for Fang Lin.

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Amidst a vast expanse, Fang Lin looked at the figure before him, his face devoid of any expression, his gaze icy.

This figure was, surprisingly, Fang Lin himself.

But unlike the emotionally cold Fang Lin, this other Fang Lin exhibited joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, more like a complete person, unlike the current Fang Lin.

The two Fang Lins confronted each other, ultimately with the emotionally cold Fang Lin extending a hand, shattering the other Fang Lin completely.

"In the end, I let it go," Fang Lin muttered to himself, without any emotional ripple in his heart, as if nothing could stir his emotions anymore.

And in that instant, the gigantic bronze gate reappeared before him, resplendent, awaiting Fang Lin’s mere push to open it.

"At this point, I no longer need to cross you," Fang Lin spoke coldly, flicking his fingers, and the bronze gate collapsed with a roar, dissolving into a wisp of azure smoke.

Simultaneously, Fang Lin finally opened his eyes, closed for so long, yet they resembled a dead calm pool, without any waves.

In an instant, Fang Lin shattered the seal that Fang Qingye had placed on the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree, and then Fang Lin calmly and leisurely departed from it.

Just as Fang Lin stepped out of the Demon Clan’s Sacred Tree, a dull rumble echoed from the sky, followed by the sight of two figures falling from the air, witnessed by Fang Lin himself.

Those two figures, devoid of any life, had already become corpses: they were Fang Lin’s parents.

"Are they dead?" Fang Lin muttered, even though it was a scene of such sorrow, he found himself utterly emotionless, perfectly calm inside.