Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 3086 - 1158: Mountain Moving and Array Formation, Sealing the Cavern Instantly

Six hundred years of cultivation life is not just bitterly practicing the Qi Refining Technique.

A Hundred Arts of Immortal Cultivation, Luo Chen has dabbled in them all.

Among them, in Pill Refinement Technique, Luo Chen has reached the level of a Fifth-Order Pill Refiner.

Other skills have also mostly reached mastery.

Take for instance the Path of Array; in the Mountain Sea Realm, Luo Chen was known as an Array Master.

Before his Ascension, Luo Chen left several Big Formations for Luo Tian Sect to guard its strength.

This foundation was reflected on the panel — after the disappearance of large amounts of skills alongside Qi Power and their subsequent sealing, only two skills remained usable.

One was Healing Technique, and the other was the Path of Array!

The former is easy to understand, but the latter was somewhat strange.

Luo Chen once privately pondered why this was the case, and reached a relatively convincing conclusion.

The Path of Array, strictly speaking, does not completely rely on Qi Power or Divine Consciousness.

Since the birth of this skill...

No!

It should be said, the Path of Array has always existed, indifferent to birth and demise.

It is the rotation of the sun, moon, and stars; it is the course of mountains and rivers; it accompanies wind, rain, thunder, and lightning; it is the swaying of woods, flowers, and leaves.

The reason it formed into a separate skill is simply because wise individuals summarized and presented it to the world in a more accessible way.

For convenience, this process adopted Qi Power and Divine Consciousness as tools to present the array.

Yet without these tools, arrays still exist.

Mortals can lay arrays with earth and soil, and all kinds of oddities are abundant.

Martial Artists use Qi-Blood to form arrays, exemplified by the Martial Arts Arena in Yixian City.

Thus, if Luo Chen arranges arrays using the most primitive methods, he can still recreate the divine power of the Path of Array!

Move mountains and create lakes, channel Evil Qi.

Change the layout of the land, guide Feng Shui courses.

This is what Luo Chen plans to do now and next.

Since Luo Chen arrived at Red Leaf Ridge, he began observing the area.

The hundred Xuan Armor Soldiers he brought were dispatched to evacuate the surrounding populace.

Time passed bit by bit.

Three months later, looking at the makeshift compass in his hands and the map spread out over the desk that covered a hundred-mile radius, Luo Chen exuded an air of confidence.

Outside the tent, Chu Zhaonan rode forth on horseback.

”Lord, the populace within a hundred-mile radius has been fully evacuated and relocated to other villages.”

Luo Chen didn’t lift his head as he said, ”You’re quite efficient.”

Chu Zhaonan clasped his hands and said, ”Your loyal servant dares not take credit; in reality, it was due to Red Leaf Ridge’s nature that nearby populations were already sparse. Only a few small villages remained, and accommodating them was simple.”

Finally, Chu Zhaonan added, ”According to another team’s continuous investigation over three months, the surrounding mountains and underground rivers have been fully explored.”

Hearing this, Luo Chen slowly raised his head.

He put down the compass in his hands, took a deep breath, and said, ”If that’s the case, let’s proceed!”

Soon, one order after another issued from Luo Chen’s mouth.

A deputy captain of this journey’s Xuan Armor Army held a letter personally written by Luo Chen and returned to Yixian City to mobilize the vast amount of materials needed for Luo Chen’s array formation.

Chu Zhaonan, with his men, went to guide the water veins to converge at Red Leaf Ridge.

And for Luo Chen?

On the second day, he appeared in front of a magnificent mountain three hundred zhang high.

Staring at this mountain, a rare nostalgic emotion appeared in Luo Chen’s eyes.

”It has been a long time since I moved mountains like this; the last time was before Ascension, lifting Yan Fu.”

Exhaling turbid Qi, Luo Chen formed a Buddhist mudra filled with Zen tranquility with his hands.

In the next moment.

Luo Chen’s body swelled with the wind, transforming into a giant of a thousand zhang in an instant!

His entire musculature rolled like an Earth Dragon, planting his hefty legs deep into the earth.

His black hair danced wildly in the wind like giant pythons, while beneath his robust frame, six silent arms hung ominously.

Even without exhibiting the Three Heads and Six Arms of Buddhist Divine Power, he was not far from his peak state.

After revealing his thousand-zhang True Body, Luo Chen did not act immediately but instead carefully felt his own state.

Within him, strands of Blood Refining Divine Gang moved unobstructed within his vast physical being, alongside the Qi Blood Furnace’s rotation, like a rushing great river.

The broken, lifeless Purple Mansion hovered above the furnace, unknowingly emitting vitality.

Yet even in this state, the thick Purple Mansion Barrier made any Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator despairingly out of reach.

This is the terrifying foundation formed during the Five Spirit Roots’ Nascent Soul Formation.

It is also why, despite the collapse of Luo Chen’s Primordial Spirit, the Purple Mansion remained intact.

And within his head, resembling a sun, an overwhelming sense of constriction magnified a thousandfold enveloped Luo Chen’s consciousness.

The Sea of Consciousness inhabited by the Divine Soul was restricted by layers upon layers of golden lines, hindering the extension of any Divine Perception.

This was the sealing technique of Divine Perception employed by Qi Xia Emperor!

Such a seal, even at first sight, felt familiar to Luo Chen.

It was the same source of power as the ”Tianhuang Nirvana Sutra” which had been arduously cultivated for hundreds of years!

”If one day I tread the Immortal Path again, the first thing to do is to change my Master Cultivation Technique.”

Luo Chen thought this as he slightly flexed his limbs, shifting his attention to the ”small mountain” three hundred zhang below the cloud layer.

Slightly bending his knees, his six arms reached out in unison.

Grasp, embrace, lift, pull.

”Rise!”

As this hefty exhalation resounded, the mountain, amidst rumbling, was uprooted from its foundations.

Simultaneously, ten miles away, Chu Zhaonan, who was guiding the water veins, was, along with his Xuan Armor Army underlings, dumbstruck as they watched this scene.