The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron-Chapter 862 - Captivating Melody

Chapter 862: Chapter 862: Captivating Melody

Chapter 862 -862: Captivating Melody

Long Zhiming’s entire presence surged, and the golden mark on his forehead was like a blazing sun, emitting a brilliance that was unbearable to look at directly.

Just the emitted golden light alone was enough to fill one with a sense of majesty, not to mention the robust aura that permeated Long Zhiming’s entire being. It was like a vast ocean, currently contained, but once unleashed, it would form into a fierce tide.

Seeing that Long Zhiming had, in the final few days, received another Martial Arts inheritance, those in attendance who gained nothing revealed deep envy.

This is fate!

Alone, within this last Holy Palace, Long Zhiming received the Martial Arts inheritance twice. Although it seemed there was an accident during the first time, no one expected that in these final days, Long Zhiming’s fortune would soar, obtaining a second Martial Arts inheritance.

By comparison, those who had gained nothing seemed rather pitiable. They had sat idly in this last Holy Palace for a month and ended up with nothing, which was quite embarrassing.

Fang Lin, looking at Long Zhiming, didn’t show much envy, but couldn’t help feeling that this man indeed had deep fortune that was incomparable to ordinary people.

“Just don’t know how powerful this second Martial Arts inheritance is, compared to my Supreme Saint Hall Martial Arts,” Fang Lin thought to himself.

The last few days passed in the blink of an eye, and on the final day, Long Zhiming finally woke up from that profound state.

The instant Long Zhiming opened his eyes, a golden light surged within, as if two suns had appeared within his eyes, their radiance blinding.

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The members of the Long Family watched Long Zhiming excitedly, as, no matter how one looked at it, he must have gained immensely; otherwise, he wouldn’t have such a spirited appearance.

Long Zhiming didn’t look at the others, but his first glance was towards Fang Lin, who also met his gaze. As their eyes locked, it seemed as though an invisible force was clashing between them.

A faint smile played on Fang Lin’s lips. Facing the oppressive power of Long Zhiming’s golden eyes, he appeared quite indifferent, as if he didn’t feel the force of the golden eyes at all.

Soon, Long Zhiming withdrew his gaze, his expression serene and calm, carrying a hint of invincible confidence.

“Pupil Skill? Had it not been for my Spirit Eye nearing the Heavenly Eye, I might indeed have shown weakness under his golden gaze,” Fang Lin maintained a calm exterior but felt a sense of gravity within.

In that brief clash of gazes, Fang Lin had discerned that in the last few days, Long Zhiming had obtained a quite formidable Pupil Skill. The golden light released from those eyes possessed the power to captivate the soul.

Had it not been for the high attainment of Fang Lin’s Spirit Eye, nearing the Heavenly Eye, he might well have been suppressed in that exchange of looks.

Fang Lin was astonished, and in his heart, Long Zhiming was equally surprised. Just now, he had activated the power of that Pupil Skill, although not fully, just as a probe. Yet Fang Lin was completely unaffected by his Pupil Skill, and that was rather impressive.

“An almost fully-formed Heavenly Eye does merit respect,” Long Zhiming admitted to himself, giving Fang Lin a high evaluation.

Just then, an unusual aura also began emanating from Dugu Nian.

“Hmm?” Everyone was startled and looked towards Dugu Nian. Even Fang Lin and Long Zhiming felt something and turned their surprised and inquisitive gazes to Dugu Nian.

A note from a zither suddenly resounded, as if it pierced through everyone’s eardrums, striking directly at the heart.

“This zither sound!” Someone clutched their chest, pallor on their face, breathing rapidly, feeling extremely uncomfortable, as if their heart was about to leap out.

Even those who were still immersed in a profound state were affected, their auras becoming somewhat unstable.

Fang Lin also felt the terrifying aspect of the music; even he felt his chest stifling and his blood surged toward his heart.

“What domineering sound from the zither!” Fang Lin remained calm in his heart, quickly suppressing the surging blood within his body, which made him feel somewhat better.

Long Zhiming also looked at Dugu Nian with a grave expression. Even as a young powerhouse like him, he could not fully resist the power of the zither’s music.

As the first note faded, an even stranger second note followed.

If the first note was domineering, like a heavy hammer striking at a martial artist’s heart,

the second note was like a piercing cold wind, making everyone present feel as though they were in a land of extreme ice, with their blood almost freezing in their veins.

Everyone immediately circulated their blood and protected themselves with Inner Strength, which countered the effects of the music. Nevertheless, it caused many on-site to break out in a cold sweat.

“What kind of zither music is this? Why is it so terrifying?” someone said with a shocked expression.

No one could answer; the two notes from Dugu Nian were more bizarre than the last, enough to kill an ordinary person with their sound.

Before the crowd could recover, a third, even more terrifying note suddenly rang out.

It was as if the deadly sound came from the depths of Endless Purgatory, and as soon as the music sounded, someone cried out, spitting blood, falling backward, and losing consciousness.

Immediately after, another person fell into madness, clawing at their own body in extreme pain.

“Not good!” Elder Huang, seeing this, immediately took out his Token, entered the hall, and took the person in the throes of madness outside.

The others, as if encountering something venomous, used various means to isolate themselves from the eerie music, but even so, the notes seemed to penetrate their bones, echoing in their ears.

Fang Lin’s face showed shock. What kind of demon’s Martial Arts inheritance had Dugu Nian received for these three notes to be stranger than the last?

However, the third note did not last too long, just a few breaths before it vanished abruptly.

Fortunately, the music stopped quickly; otherwise, Elder Huang would have had to use forceful measures to awaken Dugu Nian.

If the music had continued, this final hall would have turned into an Asura Field, utterly unbearable to stay in.

Dugu Nian slowly regained consciousness, her face still showing some confusion, seemingly unaware of what had just happened.

“Why are you all looking at me? Is there something on my face?” Seeing everyone looking at her, with expressions as if they had seen a ghost, Dugu Nian felt puzzled, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed. She touched her face; there seemed to be nothing abnormal.

Fang Lin stepped forward, about to speak, when his expression suddenly changed.

Indeed, there had been a change in Dugu Nian; her eyes had turned a shade darker, and her lips tinged slightly blue.

The change was not blatant, but Fang Lin was too familiar with Dugu Nian, and he noticed the difference at a glance.