Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

As a cultivator practices a particular Cultivation Technique over the years, their body and Spirit Root become more attuned to the corresponding attribute’s Spiritual Energy.

Once they switch Cultivation Techniques, this harmonious state is disrupted, harming themselves.

If it’s a technique of the same type and attribute, the damage is lessened, but there’s still an impact. After all, the body’s meridian operation paths have been accustomed over decades to centuries of cultivation.

Luo Chen bears Five Spirit Roots, appearing to have potential for switching among the five paths.

However, the higher the realm, the less dare he rashly shift cultivation paths.

Because none of his Five Spirit Roots has a high affinity with Heaven and Earth Qi.

Unless he could achieve the ”Nascent Embryo Body” imagined by some madman back then!

This mythical physique, could not only transfer cultivation techniques freely, but even among the chaos of cosmic turbulence, would allow one to absorb Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi to cultivate, truly enviable.

Shaking his head, Luo Chen’s emotions gradually cooled from the previous ecstasy.

”Now that everything is ready, it’s time to move.”

”Those two must have been waiting anxiously by now!”

Luo Chen chuckled lightly, the rush of power throughout his body gave him a great sense of confidence to look down upon everything.

Ding Yi? Moyun Cave Lord?

Ha!

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Half a month later, by the misty Penghu Bank.

Two figures stood by the shore, quietly waiting for something.

A gentle breeze suddenly came.

A Red-Robed Daoist clad with a Sword Box, treading upon the back of a Flood Python, crossed the lake.

Upon reaching the lake’s edge, the Daoist leaped, holding a Spirit Beast Bag to beckon the giant Flood Python.

”Get in!”

The Black King muttered reluctantly, shrank in size, and flew inside.

After putting the Spirit Beast Bag on his waist, Luo Chen respectfully faced the two.

”Friend Ding, Cave Lord, sorry for keeping you waiting.”

Indeed, you have kept us waiting!

The Oblivion Sea phenomenon was born over a year ago, and those who should have gone have long since left. The three of them planned for many years but delayed taking action, all thanks to Luo Chen.

Previously, Ding Yi was full of complaints, even willing to rip the veil or force his way into Penghu.

However, now that they actually met Luo Chen, Ding Yi merely snorted coldly, without further words.

The gaze assessing Luo Chen was full of apprehension.

The terrifying aura experienced in that fleeting moment was undeniable.

Now, examining closely, nothing seemed unusual, and even Luo Chen’s realm hadn’t apparently advanced to the Late Golden Core Stage.

So what was that terrifying aura after all?

Some form of killing move? Or perhaps caused by the Penghu Grand Array? Surely it wasn’t on purpose to scare me!

”Eh, Demon Monarch, your face?”

Moyun Cave Lord was also scrutinizing Luo Chen, initially feeling nothing amiss until he realized something overlooked.

On closer observation, he noticed the reddish skin on Luo Chen’s face was gone.

Instead, it was as pristine as jade, like infant’s congealed fat.

Ding Yi also suddenly realized; he was focused on trusting his own Divine Consciousness while neglecting what his eyes saw.

The face of Demon King Qingyang!

Skin like congealed fat, face like a jade crown, and dark eyes deep as if they were cold pool abyss, reflecting the filth in people’s hearts.

Especially under the contrast of the red Daoist Robe, that skin color stood out sharply.

Before the lake, morning mist spread, the Daoist exuded an air like a Banished Immortal.

Luo Chen laughed freely, waved dismissively.

”It’s just a small change in complexion, nothing we cultivators need to concern with appearances. Let’s go, I am also eager to proceed!”

With that, he brushed past the two, moving north.

Ding Yi and Moyun Cave Lord exchanged glances, watching Luo Chen’s seemingly taller silhouette from behind, realizing some unknown transformation must have occurred within him.

But with the departure imminent, they didn’t spare thought for guesses and hurried to catch up with his steps.

Two hours after they left.

The sky turned slightly bright, the sun was rising.

Warm sunlight shimmered on the clear lake, adorning the Eight Hundred Li Penghu with boundless beauty, and as early risers among cultivators rowed across, ripples formed, enhancing the serene tranquility of this land of the Immortal Clans.

No one noticed that the oppressive mist that once veiled the Eight Hundred Li Penghu had dissipated today.