Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

”All cultivators, take your seats!”

By the ear, the ancient and aged voice resounded once more.

”It’s Sect Master Mo!”

Elder Qideng remarked, then gracefully rose into the air.

Luo Chen was no exception, following the profound guidance, he floated onto a cloud chair high in the sky.

At this height, the vast cloud mist could no longer obscure the view.

Looking southward, to the north, there were fifty chairs, facing each other from afar.

At first glance, Luo Chen’s gaze fell on the two chairs at the very corner.

The reason was that on one of those chairs sat a rather awkward Golden Core Cultivator.

This was also the only Golden Core Cultivator among the many Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators seated high in the clouds.

”One of the two representatives nominated by countless Han Gates in Zhongzhou, right?”

The basis for Luo Chen’s judgment was that on the other chair, surprisingly sat True Master Longyuan at the Early Nascent Soul Stage!

The other party had not yet managed to elevate the Han Gate Liu Family to the ranks of Noble Families, so it still received Han Gate treatment.

At this moment, facing Luo Chen’s gaze, True Master Longyuan instantly sensed it.

He said nothing, merely nodding slightly.

Luo Chen furrowed his brows—what did that nod mean?

Not thinking too much, Luo Chen’s gaze roamed, scanning the other forty-eight chairs one by one.

These should be the representatives of the Twelve Great Houses and the Thirty-Six Noble Clans.

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And on the Sea of Clouds Square, stood a dense crowd, from Qi Refinement to Golden Core, every realm was present.

Clearly, these were the younger clan members brought to witness the ceremony by various families.

At this moment, three among them stood together, looking up to the sky searching for something, eventually finding the target among the many True Masters to the south.

”He’s there! Senior Brother Chang Feng Zi, is he truly that person?”

”His appearance is vastly different, his demeanor entirely changed—is your intelligence true or false?”

Faced with the inquiry from Guan Xiaoping and Wu Tao, Chang Feng Zi nodded with difficulty.

It’s unmistakable!

The intelligence gathered by the Shen Family is extremely accurate!

The Huang Independent Cultivator is indeed Demon King Qingyang, and naturally, Luo Hai is now Luo Chen, sitting high in the clouds.

Faced with Chang Feng Zi’s confirmation, Guan Xiaoping and Wu Tao were dazed and unable to restrain themselves.

The rogue cultivator who once merely guided them has now reached this stage?

While they, decades later, have only advanced their cultivation by a level not too significant, from Early Golden Core Stage to Middle Stage Golden Core.

Is the disparity truly so vast?

Even under their gaze, the other party doesn’t glance downward in response.

The gap between Golden Core and Nascent Soul is already like the difference between heaven and earth.

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Among the clan representatives, Luo Chen accurately found where Fu Chaosheng was.

After sharing a knowing smile, they did not engage in Divine Consciousness Voice Transmission.

Luo Chen continued to look over others, especially giving extra attention to the representatives sent by the Twelve Great Houses.

All were individuals of profound cultivation level, high Dao cultivation, Nascent Soul True Masters.

Then, he looked northward, towards the outermost corner.

There, cloud chairs with complex and noble patterns also rose.

The people seated there did not surprise Luo Chen; a few had appeared in the Peach Garden before.

West Desert monks, North Sea black robes, Eastern Wasteland sect youths.

As for others, Luo Chen had no impression.

These people, totaling together, also numbered over a dozen.

After surveying the whole scene, Luo Chen had a rough concept in mind.

”Over a hundred True Masters, Zhongzhou clan representatives, Three Continents emissaries, these people collectively form the witnessing group for this Ascension ceremony, a truly high standard!”

”This also expresses the Tianyuan Daoist Sect’s importance on the Alchemy Saint’s ascension.”

”If I, or other Outer Continent cultivators in the Star Gate, were to achieve Divine Transformation and ascend, would we receive such treatment?”

Such thoughts were certainly not exclusive to Luo Chen at the scene.

On the southern observation deck, each True Master seated high in the clouds had emotional waves and rising miscellaneous thoughts.

The representatives of the Three Continents to the north also had varied mindsets.

The West Desert monk appeared calm, but by observing the constantly twiddled prayer beads, he likely wasn’t as composed as he seemed.

The young man from the East Desolate Mingyuan Sect had a somewhat sullen face, continuously watching his surroundings, seemingly expecting something, yet also resisting something.

The Southern Border cultivator shrouded entirely in a black robe showed no expression, but his gaze occasionally swept towards the Star Gate cultivators to the south.

Suddenly, everyone’s thoughts paused for a brief moment.

Everyone’s attention instinctively turned to the east.

Within the sea of clouds, three figures slowly emerged.

And everyone ignored the other two, looking towards the leading elder.

”Greetings, Sect Master!”

Unknown who first spoke, then a mountain-echoing voice ensued.

Even the representatives witnessing from the Three Continents respectfully voiced, ”Greetings, Sect Master Mo.”

Luo Chen, of course, did the same, respectfully joining the greeting.

Mo Shouzhuo!

Current Tianyuan Daoist Sect Sect Master!

Realm, Divine Transformation Stage!

By himself, he represents the entire Tianyuan Daoist Sect!

But no one would overlook that despite his seemingly lone presence, it’s not just due to his realm; everyone present, except the Three Continents representatives to the north, belonged to the Tianyuan Daoist Sect.

In the mountain-echoing greetings, Luo Chen truly felt the power of the sole owner of Zhongzhou for the first time.

Since coming to Zhongzhou, Luo Chen heard of the Great Houses and Noble Clans, Han Gates, interacting with Heaven and Earth Peak Star Gate cultivators—the name of the Daoist Sect, once widespread in the Eastern Wasteland and North Sea, was not so clear.

Even having ventured through the Rotten Stalemate Mountain Range, Luo Chen didn’t feel much.

But at this moment, he completely understood what the Tianyuan Daoist Sect truly was.

The Twelve Great Houses are the Tianyuan Daoist Sect.

The Thirty-Six Noble Clans are the Tianyuan Daoist Sect.

The countless small Han Gate clans are also the Tianyuan Daoist Sect.

The Heaven and Earth Peak Star Gate is likewise the Tianyuan Daoist Sect.

But there is only one Tianyuan Daoist Sect—all people and matters combined, hundreds of Nascent Souls together, even including this vast Zhongzhou whose length and width are unknown—all united, is the true Tianyuan Daoist Sect!

”This is the true Holy Land!”

Luo Chen sighed inwardly, his eyes revealing infinite longing.

At this moment, Sect Master Mo Shouzhuo raised his right hand, pressing it in the air.

Silence fell upon the crowd, utterly silent.

With a faint sentence, he said, ”Let it begin!”

As soon as the words fell, Heaven and Earth Peak trembled magnificently.

At that instant, everyone felt as though this ancient mountain, standing since ancient times in the Mountain Sea Realm, had come alive.

An indescribable aura ascended, from small to large, from weak to strong, beginning to rise wildly.

Boom!

The mountain winds surged, white clouds swayed.

A vague silhouette suddenly appeared in the void.

The silhouette was vague, yet its facial features were incomparably clear.

Its eyebrows and eyes like paintings, gaze resembling Autumn Water.

The bridge of the nose stood straight, yet retained grace, as if crafted meticulously by an ancient sculptor.

Lips gently parting, like newly bloomed cherry flowers.

A slightly rounded outline, imparting fragility alongside a sense of charming liveliness.

Everyone raised their heads, looking up at that silhouette’s face.

The young man from the Mingyuan Sect clenched his fist, fingertips deeply piercing the skin.

”It’s Uncle Chu Yan!”

Luo Chen, seated on a cloud chair, was dazed and lost.

”Yin Soul Crossing Yang, Nascent Soul Transformation God, this is the Primordial Spirit!”

At this moment, even though he had cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm he once dreamed of in his youth, he still felt the gap between heaven and earth.

Before that silhouette, he was as insignificant as an ant.