The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron - Chapter 405

Chapter 405: Chapter 405: Push it Open?

“Push it open!!!” The angry bellows persist in his ears, countless resentments nested atop the bronze huge door constantly urging Fang Lin to push open that gateway bridging heaven and earth.

With a grave expression, Fang Lin is exceedingly solemn, experiencing this level of tension for the first time since his rebirth, his breathing involuntarily hurried.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Lin attempts to calm himself down, with determination in his eyes, he slowly walks towards the bronze huge door.

At this moment, countless resentments surge, transforming into numerous illusory figures, all looking at Fang Lin with eager anticipation.

“Push it open!”

“Push it open!!”

“Push it open!!!”

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Reaching out his hand, under countless resentments’ gaze, Fang Lin touches the surface of the bronze huge door.

At this moment, Fang Lin’s mind roars, as if countless beasts are bellowing, or countless stars are falling.

Meanwhile, on a distant stretch of land filled with magma and engulfed by a sea of fire, numerous volcanoes erupt, and the earth quakes and mountains shake.

From within the most majestic volcano, a roar suddenly erupts.

“Push it open!!!”

A gigant and burly figure can vaguely be seen standing in the throat of the volcano, roaring towards the sky. Around his body, chains burning with black flames wind around him.

With the roar, the volcano erupts, fire and lava intertwining, turning this stretch of land into scorched earth.

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At the unsearchable bottom of the Extreme Sea, a pair of icy eyes suddenly opens in the darkness. Instantly, the entire Extreme Sea seems to boil, and countless Sea Beasts roar in unison.

“Push it open!” the cold eyes emanate a voice, filled with expectation and killing intent.

Suddenly, massive waves erupt on the surface of the Extreme Sea, rolling like they are sweeping across heaven and earth, spreading in all directions.

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In an ancient and grand hall, a person sits in the Ninth Layer dragon throne, radiating golden light like a sun, illuminating all, too sacred to look upon directly.

At this moment, within the golden light, an unusually eerie vertical eye secretly cracks open.

“Push it open!”

A golden voice emanates, as if it is coming from the end of eternity, like the decree of a god, triggering reverence from the depths of the soul.

The golden light becomes increasingly dense, as if there truly is a **** sun rising directly from within the hall into the sky. Around the hall, numerous uniformly black-armored warriors roar in unison.

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At atop a snowy summit, in front of a desolate grave, lies a person in tattered clothes, a face with an expression that seems to be crying but isn’t, seems to be laughing but isn’t, still clutching a grimy gourd of wine.

At this time, this person seems to wake up startled, his sharp and vicissitudes-filled gaze looking far into the familiar but strange lands.

“So, someone has touched it again?” this person takes a sip of wine, murmuring under his breath; then, two trails of clear tears trickle down his face.

“So what if it’s touched? So what if it’s pushed open? In the end, it’s all vanity.” Somewhat self-mocking words come out of his mouth, he looks at the grave in front of him, chuckles bitterly, then falls asleep once again.

Only that his hand clutching the wine gourd has involuntarily tightened a bit.

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Fang Lin’s hand has come into contact with the bronze gate. Just as he was about to push it open, a wave of repelling force surged atop the bronze gate.

Fang Lin caught off guard and incapable of resistance, was sent flying back in an instant.

In the moment of being thrown back, Fang Lin’s consciousness began to blur; the bronze door also became increasingly distant from him, then disappeared entirely.

Then, Fang Lin abruptly opened his eyes, his forehead covered in sweat, only to find that he was still in front of the Wordless Ancient Stele.

Fang Lin’s face still held a hint of bewilderment and helplessness, seemingly not expecting to return to this place all of a sudden.

But he quickly understood—he had failed.

Indeed, at Fang Lin’s current level, he was not yet equipped to push open the bronze door, not to mention exerting true force upon it.

Merely touching the bronze door, Fang Lin was already sent flying by the force from the bronze door.

Fang Lin smirked, feeling a bit of regret; he had managed to enter such a mysterious realm with great difficulty, and before he could even begin to explore it thoroughly, he was expelled.

However, Fang Lin didn’t mind it much, he never had extravagant hopes of achieving success on his first try. Merely managing to touch the bronze door on the first try, Fang Lin was already very satisfied.

As for the future, as long as he continues suppressing his own realm and keeps trying, he believed that one day, he will be able to push open the bronze door and step into the Young Supreme realm.

For the moment, Fang Lin ended his cultivation, stood up, stretched a lazy waist, and his whole body immediately started making cracking sounds.

“Done cultivating?” Corpse Ginseng glanced at Fang Lin with a sneer, and spoke.

Fang Lin nodded, then turned his gaze towards Zhao Shenkong in the distance.

Zhao Shenkong looked back at Fang Lin with a cold sneer, then quickly withdrew his gaze, continuing to study his own stele.

In Zhao Shenkong’s eyes, Fang Lin must have failed in breaking through to the Heavenly Origin. Although Fang Lin appeared very nonchalant, he must have hurt his foundation, the injuries probably weren’t minor.

The white-clad elder shook his head, saying, “You were too rash, you will only harm yourself acting this hastily.”

Fang Lin was taken aback, then quickly realized that these two probably thought he had just been trying to break through to the Heavenly Origin. They must now think he failed in his attempt.

But Fang Lin wouldn’t bother to explain, he would just let them think what they wanted.

“Hey, acted as your guardian, you should give me five ancient medicinal herbs as a reward.” Corpse Ginseng wore a smug expression.

Upon hearing those words, Fang Lin chuckled, “I only promised you three. When did it become five?”

Corpse Ginseng glared, its hands on its hips, even though it didn’t have a waist.

“After some contemplation, this grandpa thinks that guarding you, such a dangerous task, meriting only three ancient medicinal herbs is truly unfair. Therefore, you must give me five ancient medicinal herbs to make it barely even.” Corpse Ginseng spoke righteously.

Fang Lin laughed out loud, snatching Corpse Ginseng up with a sarcastic grin: “Aren’t you afraid I won’t give you a single one?”

Corpse Ginseng was taken aback, then it thrashed about and shouted: “I knew you, you goddamned thief! Sooner or later, you would go back on your promises. I’ll fight you to the death!”

With its incessant cursing, it also kicked its legs around aimlessly.

Fang Lin tutted, saying, “Three ancient medicinal herbs. Take it or leave it.”

“Accepted! I want them! And you’ll owe me the other two! When this grandpa is in a good mood, I’ll come to you for them.” Corpse Ginseg immediately replied, fearing he would lose the three guaranteed herbs as well, which would mean a significant loss.

“Elder, I want to enter the second layer,” Fang Lin turned to the white-clad elder and spoke.