The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Boom!

Furious flames burst forth from Fang Lin, blooming like a dazzling lotus in a world of ice and snow. The icy layer covering his body shattered and vanished in an instant.

The flames soared to the sky, not only dispelling the cold but serving to clear up the muddy atmosphere in an instant.

The Ice Emperor’s face revealed horror as the frozen throne behind her shattered into pieces. She was flung backward like a ragged sack.

Fang Lin was expressionless, his demeanor colder than the icy aura of the Ice Emperor. However, the ferocious flames engulfing him were devastatingly vicious. As the flames flickered and licked, the temperature within this peculiar space rapidly escalated, resembling a steaming pot.

The Ice Emperor looked at Fang Lin in terror, exclaimed in shock, “How could there be such a terrifying Soul Commanding Pill Fire? Who exactly are you?”

Fang Lin was emotionless. Amidst the flames, an illusion of a flame-emblazoned throne materialized. Fang Lin, looking as regal as a monarch, took his place on the fiery throne, positioning himself above all and looking down on the Ice Emperor.

The Ice Emperor looked extremely discomposed. She could deeply sense the terrifying power emanating from the flames, to the point it seemed as though her highly-regarded feature, the Cold Ice Bloodline, was about to boil and evaporate.

Is such a terrifying flame actually present within the soul of a mere mortal who hasn’t even reached the Heavenly Origin Realm? The Ice Emperor found this incredulous and unacceptable.

“You wanted me to submit to you?” Fang Lin asked, his voice unchanged, still clearly Fang Lin’s. Yet within his words resided a commanding pressure, heavy as the deity himself, so compelling that listeners felt the urge to kneel and bow in reverence.

This strange sensation also took hold in the Ice Emperor’s heart. She considered herself majestic, but facing Fang Lin, she felt insignificant, minuscule even. He seemed like the Divine King reigning in the Nine Heavens, radiating such brilliance that it obscured Fang Lin’s visage.

It was such an absurd yet terrifying experience that left the Ice Emperor contemplating, just who was this freak she was dealing with?

“I dare not!” The Ice Emperor promptly responded, no longer bearing the same aloof attitude but revealing a note of submission instead.

Fang Lin’s eyes were blazing bright, a pair of suns illuminating the earth. The flames on his body fluctuated between expansion and contraction, resonating with the throne of flames behind him.

“Are you aware of the consequence of disrespecting me?” Fang Lin demanded again, an infinite sense of authority infusing his words.

The Ice Emperor fell into silence, ‘Sovereign’? Did he just refer to himself as a Sovereign?

Ever since the last Martial Lord Hou Yi, who shot down nine suns with a Dragon Bones Bow and Phoenix Blood Sword, there hasn’t been anyone worthy of the title ‘Sovereign’.

Today, though, the Ice Emperor found herself face to face with an individual who claimed to be a Sovereign. Not just anyone, but a youth who hadn’t even achieved Heavenly Origin. This brought about an incredibly absurd impression.

‘Sovereign’, it is a title and a realm that only those who have reached the pinnacle of Martial Arts or Pill Refining can claim.

Those hailed as Sovereigns are akin to deities, possessing abilities that transcend the earthly limits. With the Power of Moving Stars and Changing Moon, Sovereigns are unrivaled and worshipped by all living beings.

Sovereign signifies a being of spirit!

If one lacks the abilities of a Sovereign but claims the title anyway, they would face punishment from heaven and earth, leading to an irresistible apocalypse.

Logically, only true Sovereigns can declare themselves as such without repercussions. If someone dares to claim the title without the necessary capabilities, they would face the ultimate penalty of death.

This youth, encircled by divine flames, has claimed to be a Sovereign without suffering any imminent apocalyptic signs — could he genuinely be a Sovereign?

The ice emperor’s face darkened with horror. She regretted the mistake she had made. She was foolish to anger a Sovereign. It was no different from seeking her own death.

Nonetheless, what puzzled her even more was the youth’s true identity. Could he possibly be an unparalleled power that has managed to survive since the distant ages?

“I am shortsighted and failed to recognize Mount Tai. I have offended your highness. Please pardon me, spare my life.” The Ice Emperor immediately knelt and pleaded for mercy. Regardless of the doubts in her heart, she knew that at this time, she should hold her doubts and beg for forgiveness first.

Fang Lin laughed, “Didn’t you want me to become your servant just now?”

Upon hearing this, the Ice Emperor shivered, looking completely different from her confident self before.

Looking at the tremulous Ice Emperor, Fang Lin felt a pang of complexity.

Indeed, he was a Sovereign, but not a Martial Sovereign, but a Pill Sovereign.

Although in this life, Fang Lin had lost everything, his soul was still the Soul of the Pill Sovereign, and within it lay the Soul Commanding Pill Fire refined by Fang Lin in his previous life.

This fire was incredibly powerful, coexisting and fused with his soul. As long as the soul was not destroyed, the divine fire would never be extinguished.

Under normal circumstances, Fang Lin would not have been able to exhibit the Majesty of being a Pill Sovereign,

But here, the Ice Emperor had separated his soul from his body. As a result, the aura of Fang Lin’s Pill Sovereign Soul could be fully displayed.

Simply put, this Pill Sovereign, Fang Lin, was left with nothing but his soul. He was without a body.

However, even so, he was still a Pill Sovereign who could laugh proudly across the universe, standing shoulder to shoulder with the sky. The so-called Ice Emperor before him was just like an ant.

If Fang Lin wished, he could incinerate the Ice Emperor into ashes right now with his divine fire.

“Cold Ice Bloodline, I didn’t expect I would see a descendent of this family.” Fang Lin, looking at the Ice Emperor who was trembling on the ground, spoke out.

Upon hearing his words, the Ice Emperor became increasingly convinced that Fang Lin was no mere youth— he was definitely a relic leftover from the past ages.

The thought filled the Ice Emperor with increasing terror. She was one of the few individuals from that epoch still alive in this world. She knew all too well the dreadfulness of a Sovereign—the flick of their finger could obliterate her a thousand times over.

“The elder generation forgives generously. Please pardon the younger generation’s offense. I am willing to serve the elder as a servant for eternity to cater to your needs!” The Ice Emperor hastily answered. Her continued survival was not an easy feat, her desperate desire to survive was intensified to extreme lengths, she was even willing to admit to a life of servitude just to beg for forgiveness.

Fang Lin looked at her, “Are you the only one left with the Cold Ice Bloodline?”

The Ice Emperor looked up but did not dare make eye contact with Fang Lin, “Responding to your question, I am indeed the only one with the Cold Ice Bloodline.”

Fang Lin sighed silently. Time truly spares nothing. Back in his heyday, the Cold Ice Bloodline was a prosperous race, and Fang Lin even had some dealings with them.

However, Fang Lin’s dealings consisted of catching those powerful individuals of the Cold Ice Bloodline, slitting their throats, and using their blood for pill refining.

“Are you also a person born in that epoch?” Fang Lin asked again.

The Ice Emperor continually nodded without any intention to conceal or hesitate.

Fang Lin felt moved, having finally met a person from the same epoch that has survived till now, he could finally have his doubts clarified.

“So tell me, why did the Pill Saint Palace fall?” Fang Lin directly asked, this was what he wanted to know most.