Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

The past struggles were all to seize the Star Gate.

Storming the Dark Abyss Sect to rescue Qinghe Immortal, heavily nurturing Qing Shuang, all with the intent of utilizing their ascension power.

As for seizing the Star Gate, Luo Chen had long anticipated it.

But the latter, until this moment, he suddenly awakened to.

It’s just...

Luo Chen instinctively touched his heart, feeling somewhat forlorn.

”Too rushed.”

”I have yet to reach Divine Transformation, haven’t even had the chance to dispel the Life and Death Gu with Qing Shuang.”

”Now, not even a word of farewell was exchanged directly, and we’ve parted like this.”

Seemingly with a shared empathy, as Luo Chen felt this melancholy, the silent meditating woman in green opened her eyes within the starlit passage, gazing at him wistfully.

Separated by thousands of miles, their eyes met, understanding each other without words.

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, then clasped his hands in a salute.

”Wishing my friend ascension to the Upper Realm, may we meet again in the Immortal Realm someday!”

The others, unaware of the truth, started to offer their congratulations.

”Congratulations to Yuan Jun on your ascension with the rosy clouds!”

They only believed that the trio ascended to the Immortal Realm like the legends of being lifted by rosy clouds.

But in reality, they just went to a larger Mystic Realm.

As the starlit passage gradually dissipated, when the three figures were finally out of sight, the frightening pressure accumulated over tens of thousands of miles around Cangwu Mountain vanished in an instant.

Everyone felt relieved.

Countless flying birds emitted joyful sounds, forming a grand array, soaring above Cangwu Mountain.

Hundreds of birds greeting the phoenix, but alas, the phoenix has already departed.

He Qingzi’s excitement gradually calmed down, standing up, ”Hall Master...”

”Wait here for a moment!”

Luo Chen left those words, then rose and floated towards the towering Tungxuan Hall.

Behind him, a group of demon cultivators glanced at each other, a sense of inexplicable anxiety arising in their hearts.

Qi Xia Emperor has already ascended, along with Divine Transformations Qing Shuang and Qinghe Immortal.

Thus, Cangwu Mountain no longer has a Divine Transformation Great Power, whom should they now pledge allegiance to?

He Qingzi seemed to sense others’ restlessness, suddenly turning around and glaring fiercely at everyone.

”The Master of the Transmitting Truth Hall is still here, do any of you harbor second thoughts?”

”From now on, the master of Cangwu Mountain is Luo Chen!”

”Who dares to defy?!”

Under her glare, everyone bowed their heads.

Or rather, it was Luo Chen’s strength, displayed more than once, that truly made them bow their heads.

...

Whoosh!

The clouds parted like cotton, as a figure landed in front of the Tungxuan Hall’s grand entrance.

His gaze fell on the woman kneeling in front of the entrance.

Even while kneeling, she displayed gracefulness, especially with her round moon-like curves contrasting her slender waist.

”Moon Slave greets the Master of the Transmitting Truth Hall!”

Luo Chen squinted, staring at the woman.

”Raise your head.”

The woman slowly raised her head, revealing a pure face akin to a Moon Palace Fairy, strikingly contrasting her naturally seductive, fiery body, yet her eyes were full of fear at this moment.

”Moon Independent Cultivator, you are Yuan Jun’s Moon Viewing Maid. Now that Yuan Jun has ascended, you could have left Cangwu Mountain, why stay here?”

”Without orders, Moon Slave does not dare to leave.”

”Is it that you dare not, or you do not wish to?” Luo Chen asked with a half-smile.

The Moon Independent Cultivator lowered her head in trepidation, ”Hall Master overthinks.”

”Hmph!”

Luo Chen snorted coldly, now unwilling to entangle with her further.

With forceful hands, he pushed open the heavy door.

Without hesitation, Luo Chen stepped inside.

Behind him, the Moon Independent Cultivator cautiously lifted her head, but only slightly, enough to vaguely see Luo Chen’s retreating figure.

The fear in her eyes had long vanished, replaced only by strands of greed and jealousy.

Inside the main hall of Tungxuan, it was already empty.

Even the Youquan he thought to find was not there, perhaps having departed with Qi Xia Emperor and others.

Above the grand hall, on the table in front of the soft couch, lay a quiet green feather.

Luo Chen sat solemnly on the soft couch, took a deep breath, and picked up the green feather.

The information it contained flowed into his mind like a cold stream.

[Luo Chen, by the time you see this, I’ve already left the Mountain Sea Realm...]