Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1665: Chapter 612_3

It seems that most rogue cultivators don’t actually want to spend their entire lives wandering aimlessly.

But this female priestess here truly lives as a rogue cultivator, solitary and unaccompanied by any retainers or followers.

”Since you’ve already met Elder Sang Jiugong, there’s nothing more to do here. Qingyang Zi, you’re free to go!”

”Alright.”

Luo Chen acknowledged with a soft response but suddenly remembered something just as he was about to leave.

”Earlier, Elder Sang Jiugong mentioned that the situation at the first defense line is dire. What’s going on there?”

Lu Shanjun let out a bitter laugh. ”What else could it be? It’s just that the seal at Beiji Yemo Tian is loosening again, that’s all!”

Luo Chen’s expression turned sharply.

He clearly remembered hearing the rumors that Beiji Yemo Tian was said to hold over ten million members of the Demon Clan, including Fourth Order Demon Emperors in the Nascent Soul Stage and supposedly even Fifth Order Ancient Demons in the Divine Transformation Stage.

If all of them broke free... he’d genuinely need to consider grabbing his things and fleeing for dear life.

Seeing his reaction, Lu Shanjun quickly spoke to reassure him.

”Don’t worry. This kind of event happens every ten years. Even if powerful demon beasts escape, they’re usually only some ferocious Third Order Demon Beasts. The Fourth Order and Fifth Order ones can’t come out yet.”

”For now?” Luo Chen couldn’t help but voice his concern: ”What about later? How can the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering allow such threats beside its own pillow? If one day the seals at Beiji Yemo Tian completely break and Ancient Demons of Divine Transformation Stage emerge, wouldn’t you and I be no better than fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of demons?”

Lu Shanjun, however, shook his head and said, ”No need to worry over that. The sealing array there was personally laid down by the ancestor of the Yuan Mo Sect’s Soul Refining Lineage before his death. It integrates the advantages of natural geography, the thousand-year foundation of the Yuan Mo Sect, and is by no means easily broken. Moreover, over a hundred years ago, the great power of the Canghai Alliance personally went to the outskirts of Beiji Yemo Tian and set up another formation himself. With this double-layer protection, we’re safe for at least a thousand years. By then, you and I will either have achieved the Realm of Nascent Soul True Masters and roamed the Mountain Sea Realm at will, or turned into a lump of dirt, leaving others to deal with the aftermath.”

Luo Chen opened his mouth as if to offer a rebuttal but found himself unable to do so, ultimately letting out a bitter laugh.

Apparently, that’s just how it is.

He, too, had heard of the great power from the Canghai Alliance—a true master of the Path of Array whose expertise in formations was unparalleled.

The island-connecting array technique he casually disseminated had greatly reduced worries of sea-dwelling demon beast invasions for countless immortal islands in the North Sea.

If he personally arranged the sealing array outside the Yuan Mo Sect ruins, then even Ancient Demons of Divine Transformation Stage at the same level wouldn’t easily break free from the seal.

The reason lower Order demon beasts below the Fourth Order sporadically breached the seal likely owed to the deliberate concessions made by the two great powers.

For such a sealing array, the higher the cultivation realm and stronger the divine soul, the greater the constraints faced.

Conversely, lower realm demon beasts were subjected to minimal restrictions.

Luo Chen had gleaned this understanding in part from his years of studying arrays and accumulating minor insights.

The sealing array at Beiji Yemo Tian is akin to a gigantic fishing net—small fish can slip through its mesh, while big fish struggle in vain to escape.

Of course, the actual intricacies remain unknown to Luo Chen.

After all, if the sky were to fall, there’d be taller folks to hold it up.

Look at the several Nascent Soul True Masters in the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering—they seem completely at ease.

After bidding farewell to Lu Shanjun, Luo Chen didn’t immediately return to his cave mansion but instead made his way to the coast.

Under the awestruck gaze of several patrolling cultivators, he released the Black King.

”This is my spiritual pet. I’ve already informed Lu Shanjun and Elder Sang. If you encounter it in the future, do not panic.”

Seeing the Black King in mid-air, baring fangs and claws, oozing ferocity.

Luo Chen couldn’t help but add another line.

”Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite.”

The Black King’s intimidating aura wavered briefly before it sheepishly dove into the vast ocean waters.

Neither the Primordial Chaos Tripod Space nor Eight Hundred Li Penghu could compare to the boundless expanse of deep blue sea—it was where the Black King truly felt at ease!

”Don’t get too carried away. Keep track of the time and return to tend the furnace fire,” Luo Chen reminded casually before returning to his mountain cave under the respectful stares from the lower Order cultivators.

Three days later.

Elder Sang Jiugong personally led a group of Rogue Cultivator prodigies who had registered with temporary Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering status to the first defense line.

Luo Chen didn’t offer any further comments on the matter.

He merely focused on his daily practices of tool casting and technique training.

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Six months later.

Outside the cave mansion, a now smaller-sized Black King wielded two flying knives, one black and one white, idly chopping at tough wood.

Luo Chen had miscalculated.

He hadn’t anticipated how quickly his tool-casting skills would improve. Within just half a year, he had completely exhausted the raw materials he brought along.

This was also partly due to his long immersion in cultivating the Slaying Dragon Technique, making it impossible to replenish Prosperity and Decline True Fire in time, necessitating the use of Spirit Wood to maintain the furnace’s blaze.

As a result, the subsequent wood supplies were gathered by Quyang Island’s logistics team and sourced from various locations.

These were all raw logs, unprocessed ahead of time.

When Luo Chen acquired them, he simply assigned the task of processing them to the Black King.

However, if Qian Ting were here to witness the two flying knives that had once swept across Coldlight Island now being used by a beast for chopping firewood, he would likely keel over in rage only to revive from sheer indignation.

The two knives, long nurtured in the Dragon Rearing Basin, had already reached the tier of medium-grade magic treasures.

One was named Yin Lu, the other Yang Jue—names that resonated with an aura of malice.

After gifting them to the Black King, Luo Chen casually taught his spiritual pet the refining techniques of the Human Clan. Over years of diligent refining, the beast had learned to wield them with decent proficiency, exuding an intimidating vigor.

Thud!

A log slipped and fell to the ground. The Black King paid it no mind, retracting the two flying knives before darting into the cave mansion.

”Master, you’ve awakened!”

On the stone bed, Luo Chen’s eyes slowly opened.

With just a glance, the Black King felt a chill pierce through his entire being.

In that moment, it was as if a piercing blade had slashed into his divine soul.

Noting his reaction, Luo Chen felt a profound sense of satisfaction.

Over six months, the soul essence within the small banner had become completely depleted.

He had finally perfected the technique of employing the Slaying Dragon Technique through his divine soul.

From initially startling Wu Ruofu, to now inducing chills across the Black King’s Third Order Middle Stage form—such mastery indicated he had attained excellence in the art.

The reality was this: within his Sea of Consciousness, once the Slaying Dragon Technique was invoked, all alien forces were eradicated. Beyond the Sea of Consciousness, his physical presence within a ten-foot radius could sever divine consciousness probes.

But the range extended only to that distance.

Beyond it, his influence reached its limit.

Even so, Luo Chen had come to appreciate the remarkable potency of Fourth Order techniques.

”I’ve mastered two Fourth Order techniques in total. The Slaying Dragon Technique speaks for itself; achieving minor accomplishment allows the purification of foreign Qi Power, while attaining completion enables the eradication of divine soul corruption. As for the Art of Origin Core, it has allowed my Qi Power to double and offers boundless potential.”

”I wonder what unique wonders other Fourth Order techniques hold?”

In the realm of techniques, Luo Chen’s talents were undeniable!

Yet over the years, while he had cultivated various Third Order techniques to their finalization stage, Fourth Order techniques remained scarce.

This scarcity stemmed largely from the fact that such high-tier techniques were no longer available in circulation; they were all guarded irrevocably as unshared secrets by the Nascent Soul Ascendant Sect.

Even with the system in his hands granting him forced access to beginner-level mastery, the saying ”a clever housewife cannot cook without rice” applied aptly.

Even the Demon Hunter Bureau, throughout the past century, had only ever made one Fourth Order technique available for rogue cultivators to exchange—and once claimed, the technique was removed from circulation.

”Such a shame!”

Luo Chen sighed as he stood before the Primordial Chaos Tripod.

”Have you been keeping the firewood stocked regularly?”

The Black King crouched down at his feet, respectfully replying, ”I’ve not neglected it, and the fire has always remained strong.”

Luo Chen gave a slight nod before forming hand seals, expelling an exceptionally pure green flame from his mouth.

With the addition of the green flame, the tripod grew increasingly red-hot, and faint chime-like sounds began emanating from within.

Half a year had now passed; whether the forging of the Youlan Xuan Armor succeeded or not, it was time for results.

As Luo Chen’s Qi Power continued to flow, the anomalies within the Primordial Chaos Tripod grew increasingly pronounced. The sounds emanating were reminiscent of a roaring ocean storm.

Luo Chen’s expression remained calm, though his eyes betrayed a hint of anticipation.

Sensing the right moment, he abruptly slammed his palm down on the tripod body.

Clang!

”If not now, then when!”

With a sharp shout, the sealing barrier above the tripod shattered instantly, unleashing a dense wave of water vapor.

Amidst the swirling mist, a shadowy, deep-blue armor flickered in and out of visibility.

Seeing this, Luo Chen let out a soft exclamation.

”Oh, it actually succeeded?”

Stretching out his hand, the shadowy image dissipated, leaving a thin palm-sized armor plate resting in his grasp.

Without a doubt, this was the water-based lower-grade defensive magical treasure he had named Youlan Xuan Armor!

Yet as he gazed upon the item, Luo Chen’s thick brows furrowed slightly.

”Why has this happened?”