The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Fang Lin’s first question took the Ice Emperor by surprise, leading him to suspect that this elder might have some sort of connection to the Pill Saint Palace.

“Speak up!” Fang Lin noticed the Ice Emperor’s momentary hesitation and immediately barked out an order.

The Ice Emperor hastily responded, “My Lord, I am also unaware of how the Pill Saint Palace perished, but I did hear a rumor. Because of the sudden death of the youngest Pill Sovereign in the Pill Saint Palace, conflicts arose within the Palace; it even split into factions. Perhaps, the collapse of the Pill Saint Palace has some correlation to this.”

Upon hearing these words, Fang Lin was stunned, leading to a tinge of bitterness in his heart.

If the Ice Emperor’s words were indeed true, it seemed that the downfall of the Pill Saint Palace bore a significant connection to himself.

If he hadn’t recklessly attempted to refine the Life and Death Reincarnation Pill in his youth, he wouldn’t have died so early, and the Pill Saint Palace wouldn’t have split due to his death.

Furthermore, Fang Lin realized that if he had been more cautious back then, refraining from making the Life and Death Reincarnation Pill, he would have eventually inherited the position of Palace Master of the Pill Saint Palace.

Unfortunately, everything had been ruined due to his own desire for mastering Alchemy Tao.

Seeing Fang Lin go silent, seemingly lost in thought, the Ice Emperor dared not to speak, kneeling on the ground nervously.

After a long while, Fang Lin finally snapped out of his contemplation. Even though he retained his memories of his previous life, he had to live this life as Fang Lin. He needed to constantly improve himself to uncover his past.

“What eventually happened to the three Martial Lords of my era?” Fang Lin asked.

Upon hearing this question, the Ice Emperor was even more convinced that the individual in front of him was definitely an old monster who had lived for an unimaginable number of years; he must know about the three Martial Lords.

In Fang Lin’s era, three Martial Lords appeared, leaving countless people in awe.

One of them was even his father—Fang Qingye.

Indeed, Fang Lin’s father, Fang Qingye, was one of those Martial Lords. His strength was immense and peerless; he held unmatched prowess in battle, with the exception of the other two Martial Lords.

Instead of inheriting his father’s talents in the Martial Arts, Fang Lin showed a keen interest in Alchemy Tao. His father then sent him to the Pill Saint Palace where he was taught by his father’s old friend, who was also the Palace Master at the time.

Later, Fang Lin accomplished great things in the Pill Saint Palace and garnered fame as a prodigy. By the time he was not even thirty years old, he had become a Pill Sovereign.

His rise to the position of Pill Sovereign shocked countless people, mainly because his father was Fang Qingye. A father as a Martial Lord and a son as a Pill Sovereign, it was a truly remarkable achievement.

The pair, both holding such prestigious titles, attracted much attention in that era, becoming the center of countless stories. The Fang family, specifically Fang Lin and his father, were undoubtedly the most dazzling figures of their time.

When Fang Lin died a terrible death and was reborn, naturally, he wanted to know his father’s fate. Although Martial Lords had long lives, the era seemed to have undergone a major catastrophe—it was unlikely that anyone could be spared.

After some deliberation, the Ice Emperor said, “All I know is that after Martial Lord Hou Yi shot down nine suns, he depleted his vitality and fell. As for Martial Lords Fang Qingye and Bai Shouhe, I don’t know whether they are alive or dead. They might have fallen, or they might still be alive.”

After speaking, Ice Emperor nervously glanced at Fang Lin, fearing his answer might not satisfy the latter.

Nevertheless, Fang Lin showed no reaction and continued to ask, “You mentioned that Hou Yi, the Martial Lord, shot down nine suns? What exactly happened?”

Upon hearing this, the Ice Emperor immediately told Fang Lin everything she knew.

A long time ago, on a certain day, ten suns appeared, tormenting the earth in unbearable heat. All living beings shrieked in agony and countless lives perished. The appearance of the ten suns heralded the end of a golden age.

Those ten formidable suns, radiating endless light and heat, caused the oceans to evaporate, rivers to disappear, and the land to crack open. Everything seemed to be on the brink of annihilation.

Just when all living beings on earth were feeling desperate, Martial Lord Hou Yi, who had been in seclusion, drew his bow made from the bones of a True Dragon and used Phoenix Blood to shape the arrows.

That day, under the gaze of countless living beings, Hou Yi trod upon the True Dragon, faced the blinding light that could burn everything to ashes, and shot nine world startling arrows.

With each arrow, a sun fell!

Hou Yi exhausted his energy and vitality to shoot out these nine arrows, shattering the nine suns that were wreaking havoc across earth and saving it.

But in doing so, Hou Yi himself fell. His body, originally that of a revered Martial Lord, turned into a range of mountains, suppressing the fallen suns.

The whereabouts of Hou Yi’s Dragon Bones Bow, as well as the two remaining Phoenix Blood arrows, remain unknown to this day.

Hearing all this, Fang Lin felt a touch of dizziness. His heart was stirred. He held great respect for Hou Yi in his past life, and his father had once praised Hou Yi as the most respectable among the three Martial Lords of their time.

Fang Lin also learned from the Ice Emperor that after Hou Yi shot down the suns, the earth faced another catastrophe – a counterattack from the Demon Beasts against the Human Clan, leading to centuries of war.

That battle was fierce – it shattered heaven and earth. It was also during that cataclysmic battle that countless powerful ones fell, the Ice Emperor received a grave injury, and was saved by her kin. By putting the Ice Emperor in a long slumber, her kin managed to save her life, just barely.

After that, time passed and the world underwent vast changes. Following her awakening, the Ice Emperor had been residing in the Ice Palace within the Endless Dungeon.

“May I ask, who are you…?” finally plucking up some courage, the Ice Emperor tentatively asked a question, watching Fang Lin’s reaction closely.

Smiling lightly, Fang Lin asked, “You really want to know?”

The Ice Emperor quickly shook her head and said, “I know I’m wrong.”

“What have you been doing here all this time?” Fang Lin shifted the focus back onto the Ice Emperor.

After hesitating a moment, the Ice Emperor replied, “I was gravely injured back then, and my physical body was almost destroyed. I can only maintain my life by continually absorbing vital energy.”

Fang Lin understood. It turned out this Ice Emperor existed in a state of half-life, half-death, needing to absorb life force in order to survive. No wonder anyone who had previously entered the Ice Palace hadn’t managed to come out again. It was a trap—anyone who entered would inevitably die. If they weren’t drained to death by the Ice Emperor, they’d be turned into Ice Puppets.

“What happened to the people who came here with me?” Fang Lin asked.

The Ice Emperor quickly responded, “I didn’t touch any of them, be assured, my Lord.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin finally relaxed.

“Do you have any treasures here?” Suddenly, Fang Lin’s eyes sparkled, his face lighting up with a somewhat shy expression.

Taken aback, the Ice Emperor also found it rather odd.

“Umm, I don’t possess any treasures here…” The Ice Emperor replied, bowing her head.

Hearing this, Fang Lin immediately seemed displeased, “Your Cold Ice Bloodline Clan has such a long heritage, how could you not have a few treasures?”