Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1723: Chapter 633: Blood God Battles Vine King, Fishing by the Abyss_3

A dazzling and bright blade light instantly filled the world!

As the blade appeared, it seemed as though the heavens and earth responded with wind and thunder, accompanied by the wailing of thousands of ghosts and wolf howls.

”It’s the Godly Blood Blade!”

”The True Device that Blood Independent Cultivator has sacrificed and refined through bitter cultivation for hundreds of years!”

”Unexpectedly, for this Fifth-order Withered Bloodvine, Blood Independent Cultivator even took out his Lifebound Magic Artifact.”

An exclamation erupted from Gou Xingshi’s mouth.

Everyone’s expressions changed.

The so-called True Device is essentially a Magic Item evolved from a treasure, though it remains a Magic Item in essence.

However, these kinds of Magic Items have surpassed their mortal essence through the baptism of Thunder Tribulation, each move possessing immense power.

Luo Chen has seen many Nascent Soul True Masters, but those owning Lifebound Magic Artifacts are extremely rare.

Tian Yezi might have had one, but after being captured by Qing Shuang Demon Emperor, it had already been stripped away.

As for the others, either they don’t have one at all, or they are usually reluctant to bring it out for battle.

Yet, unexpectedly, Blood Independent Cultivator is willing to take out his Lifebound Magic Artifact, handing it over to a Blood God Child, for the sake of this Fifth-order Withered Bloodvine.

Gazing at the Godly Blood Blade, long and like a narrow knife in the sky, Luo Chen’s eyes sting, instinctively glancing at the broad blade in Dao Lan’s hand.

On it, there seems to be the sound of ghost cries and wolf howls too.

Perhaps noticing Luo Chen’s gaze, the usually silent Dao Lan now showed an unusual flush of red.

”This Godly Blood Blade indeed shares the same origin with my Gold Ni-Dao, on the path of absorbing the Power of Blood Evil Qi to ascend. Over many years of sacrificial refinement, having killed countless Demon Beasts, I could only nurture it to the Ascendant Grade level, far inferior to Blood Independent Cultivator’s blade.”

The method of ascending a Magic Item’s rank by absorbing the Power of Blood Evil Qi is the most prevalent Alchemy Method in the North Sea Cultivation World.

It is said to originate from the Yuan Mo Sect.

And indeed, this style is full of the taste of the Demon Sect.

Clearly, Blood Independent Cultivator’s Lifebound Magic Artifact had reached an extremely high level.

It even refined ordinary Blood Evil to the level of Gang Sha.

Now, Blood God Child taking out this blade speaks volumes.

Sure enough!

After the appearance of the Godly Blood Blade, the Blood God Child’s fighting style changed drastically, becoming bold and unrestrained.

With each swing of the blade light, a section of the white vine body was inevitably cut off.

From time to time, eerie wails arose in the ruins of Deadwood Ridge.

As time passed, those eerie soul-penetrating wails became softer and softer.

Seeing this, Gou Xingshi relaxed his expression.

”The Vine King can’t hold on, and our mission should also be ending.”

The others echoed this sentiment.

However, before they could voice their opinions.

The next moment.

The earth trembled!

Everyone looked on with faces full of doubt, their gazes falling on the trees nearby.

The verdant color continued to fade, becoming paler and in seconds, they turned into pieces of dead wood.

Even millennia-old trees, under the eerie tremors, became increasingly withered.

It was as though something was drawing out their life force?

And such phenomena weren’t just happening near them.

Looking around, the vast Deadwood Ridge was entirely like this.

The once lush mountains, their greenness kept vanishing, leaving only a pale white.

Luo Chen, in doubt and uncertainty, had his Spirit Vision suddenly pause atop a mountain peak.

On that peak, the Fishing Elder, who had disappeared for some time, reappeared in the world.

Sitting as if fossilized atop a rock, black-gold fishing rod in hand, a dried Heavenly Remnant Silk Line dangling into the Endless Abyss below, the Sound-Capturing Bell on the fishing rod trembled madly, as if a great creature had taken the bait.

All the vitality that had faded around seemed to converge toward where the Fishing Elder was.

The Fishing Elder’s face was pale, yet his eyes were full of intense joy.

Even though blood seeped from his mouth, he still gripped the fishing rod tightly.