The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 713: Chapter 713: Scenery in the Clouds

“If you have made up your mind, wear this ring, and you will be thrown directly into the test,” said the voice.

Fang Lin nodded, his expression somewhat solemn, and picked up the black ring, preparing to put it on.

Suddenly, Fang Lin frowned and asked, “Which has more weight, the Supreme Chart that Zhou Yishui possesses, or my black ring?”

“Of course, your ring is more valuable,” said the voice.

Hearing this, Fang Lin nodded, although the question wasn’t significant, knowing that his ring was of higher value than the Supreme Chart made him feel more comfortable.

Without further hesitation, Fang Lin put on the black ring directly.

The moment the ring was put on, Fang Lin’s surroundings began to morph, blurring everything and making it seem as though he was seeing many things at once.

Fang Lin felt as though he was in a vortex, unable to move, with various scenes appearing and disappearing in front of him over and over again.

He didn’t know how long he was in this state. He felt that time lost its meaning.

Suddenly, everything before Fang Lin’s eyes disappeared, he felt as if he were falling through empty space, his body lost all its strength, and he plummeted down.

Fang Lin wore a terrified look, reaching up to grasp at the air above in vain. It was no use; his body kept falling, as if he was falling into a bottomless abyss below.

“What on earth is this trial?” Fang Lin cursed inwardly. This feeling was bad; he was completely powerless, as if everything had been stripped from him. He could only feel himself constantly falling, not knowing when it would stop.

Or perhaps it would go on indefinitely, without an end. Fang Lin would continue to fall forever within this endless black abyss, until he died of old age.

The thought gave Fang Lin a jolt. He was soaked in sweat.

“Huh?” Unexpectedly, the scenery before his eyes changed again, and Fang Lin found himself atop a mountain instead of continuing to fall.

The mountain was towering, as if it was a lone peak standing above the clouds. Standing at the top, he could overlook miles of distance.

Fang Lin wore a puzzled look, what exactly was this test? Just a moment ago he was falling, but now he found himself in this unknown place.

Around the peak, clouds and mists lingered, sometimes forming patterns, sometimes dispersing.

The clouds were ever-changing, just like the currents in a river.

They changed each moment, fixed shapes or stiff meanings no longer existed.

Fang Lin stood at the peak without knowing what the test was, so he sat down cross-legged, watching the waxing and waning of the clouds before him.

Unconsciously, Fang Lin felt very calm. Ever since entering the Hundred Beast Mountain, a tension that had always been there seemed quietly to have relaxed.

Maybe he had not even realized it, but at this moment, he looked very relaxed and content, as if all his worries and troubles had been thrown to the back of his mind.

“Have I become decadent?” Fang Lin suddenly chuckled at himself, his languid eyes suddenly brightened.

His state of mind certainly had changed, seemingly influenced by the surrounding environment, becoming lax and laid-back, but he hadn’t changed, he was still Fang Lin, and his heart wouldn’t be swayed by anything.

Boom!!!

Suddenly, a thunderous roar resounded from deep within the clouds. With this roar, it seemed as though the whole world had become clear.

Within the rolling clouds, numerous scenes were shifting continuously.

Fang Lin’s face reflected shock as he saw a man holding a blood-red longsword, stepping on a massive bone dragon, leading an endless horde of demons to an ancient land.

“Old Dried Corpse…” Fang Lin couldn’t help but mutter these three words.

The man holding the blood sword appeared as an invincible god. With every swing of his sword, mountains crumbled, the earth split open, countless creatures wailed, countless strong ones fell.

It was a time of collapse. Everything was crumbling, the human clan was on the brink of extinction, and it seemed no hope was left to avert the unfolding catastrophe.

Fang Lin was shaken. Without a doubt, this scene had taken place in the infinite past and marked the end of the most glorious era.

And the one responsible for all of this was none other than that generation’s Demon Beast, the Old Dried Corpse.

The vision disappeared, but Fang Lin was still in shock and had yet to regain his senses when something changed again.

The land looked like scorched earth. The sun was fiery, with ten intense suns hanging high in the sky, releasing boundless light endlessly, scorching the hellish landscape below.

Both humans and beasts died continuously. Even the long-living strong ones could not withstand the terrifying light of these ten suns.

Fang Lin saw some pathetic humans kneeling on the ground, knocking their heads on the ground begging to the sky, but what met them was only death.

All living things withered, everything in this world was about to cease to exist.

Just then, a robust man clad in animal skin, holding a dragon bone bow, carrying Phoenix Blood Arrows, riding a Kylin, ascended to the sky.

It was an awe-inspiring sight. The robust man drew his bow and shouted with rage.

With every release of an arrow, dragons and phoenix seemed to intertwine, like a strike from a god.

Just as Fang Lin was engrossed in this scene, it suddenly disappeared, leaving him unsatisfied, a feeling of dissatisfaction gnawing at him.

“Martial Lord Hou Yi!” Fang Lin muttered to himself. The man who shot the ten suns with his bow was none other than the awe-inspiring Martial Lord Hou Yi, who once dominated the Nine Heavens.

Fang Lin sighed secretly. The scene of Hou Yi shooting down the suns was simple, yet it stirred his blood.

The clouds were churning, another scene appeared.

A middle-aged man in a black and white star-patterned robe, holding a peculiar ruler, stood above the wide ocean.

The middle-aged man waved the peculiar ruler in his hand, and in an instant, the world turned upside down, with the sea above and the sky below.

This scene stunned Fang Lin, his mouth agape. He was even scared into forgetting to breathe.

With a single wave of the ruler, the world turned upside down. What kind of power was this? Even gods, if they existed, could do nothing more.

The man in the star-patterned robe looked serious, gazing up at the inverted sky and earth, as if he saw something in the depths of his eyes.

Fang Lin watched closely, trying to discern something from the depths of the star-patterned man’s eyes, but he could not see clearly.

“Mo Shouhe.” As Fang Lin spoke, the scene immediately disappeared, as if it was unwilling to show Fang Lin any more.

At this moment, Fang Lin’s heart started to pound. He had seen Martial Lord Hou Yi and Martial Lord Mo Shouhe. Could it be that the figure of his father would also appear in the depths of the clouds?

But what Fang Lin saw next was not his father, but instead, he saw himself.