Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

”That Ding Yi said the ancient cultivator who died at the Land of Fallen Demons was perhaps the strongest Void Refining True Monarch of all time. I don’t know how he earned such a title? And how did such a strong person fall in this world? Isn’t the Mountain Sea Realm’s highest cultivation the Divine Transformation Stage, how could it accommodate him? Moreover, where does the term ’demonic’ in this come from? Could it be, he was also a Demonic Cultivator? If so, I’m afraid his relic won’t be so friendly!”

These many doubts, Luo Chen had asked before, but Ding Yi couldn’t provide specific answers either.

Now, Han Zhan seemed unable to figure it out as well, remaining silent for a long time.

Silent...

”Hmm?”

Luo Chen stopped in his tracks, abruptly looking up.

Blood flowing in rivers, bodies piled like mountains.

A young man stood holding a sword, his back towards Luo Chen.

He slowly turned around, looking at Luo Chen in confusion.

”Demon King Qingyang? Luo Hai?”

Looking at the face that was strange yet somewhat familiar, Luo Chen hesitantly spoke, ”He Yuan?”

But the next moment, a chill ran up his spine.

”Blood Nightmare Mo Luo!”

Blood Nightmare Mo Luo nodded, ”So, you still remember this old man!”

The tip of the sword trembled, slanting towards Luo Chen.

”I’ll give you one more chance, submit to this old man.”

Luo Chen frowned, without any hesitation.

The Golden Core in his body turned, the Primordial Chaos Tripod amplified, and a massive qi power spread out at once.

The Senluo Fire Prison reemerged!

Luo Chen stood within, raised a hand, and struck out with a palm.

A giant handprint surged forth mightily.

Blood Nightmare Mo Luo tried to resist, but under the fire prison, he was startled to find the qi power in his body turbulent and uncontrollable, difficult to mobilize.

In haste, he dodged aside.

However, the cyan giant handprint was already overhead.

Boom!

Only a loud bang was heard.

Luo Chen stepped to his side, looking at the tattered, dying young man, and shook his head slightly.

”If it was Blood Nightmare himself, I might handle with care, but you’re just an incarnation and dare boast so wildly? Heh...”

With a cold laugh, green flames bloomed in his hand, and the man beneath him turned to ashes.

Luo Chen did not linger, his figure shot off, flying towards the distance.

Unbeknownst to him, the sky had already dimmed, with a full moon gradually hanging high.

Luo Chen looked up at the bright moon, beneath him was an island surrounded by the Ten Mile Flat Lake.

Raising a glass to invite the bright moon, forming shadows of three.

A man with a sallow complexion half-kneeled at Luo Chen’s feet, ”Friend, spare the life of Yan! Your attack on Yao Yue Island is just for this place of cultivation. Yan can offer it to you, just spare my life!”

Looking at Yan Nantian’s low-bowed head, Luo Chen’s expression showed some contemplation.

After a while, he coldly said: ”I can spare your life, but you must submit to me, serve me for a hundred years, otherwise, I show no mercy with my sword.”

As he spoke, the Xuanhuo Sword in his hand slightly lifted.

Facing the shameless brigands who wanted to exploit him and make him submit, Yan Nantian’s expression was grim, but after a long silence, he finally agreed reluctantly.

Luo Chen showed a smile.

”This way, there’s an additional Golden Core cultivator to run errands for me, which is quite wonderful.”

While unnoticed, the aura on him continuously dissipated, quickly falling from the Golden Core period.

He descended from high above, landing in a rugged mountainous region.

Ahead lay an empty valley, surrounded by mountains.

Several Foundation Establishment True Cultivators fought individually.

Luo Chen wielded his sword and charged towards a man to behead him.

That man’s gaze was filled with terror, ”I am the son of the Golden Core from the Flame Alliance; you cannot kill me!”

The sword halted at the man’s throat.

Yan Leizi breathed heavily, quickly revealing his background.

Opposite, Luo Chen listened with an uncertain expression.

”To provoke a Golden Core cultivator for this person, it might not be worth it?”

He withdrew the Xuanhuo Sword, and Yan Leizi felt relieved, expressed thanks, and hurriedly left.

Having gone far away, he looked back with resentment.

”Dan Chenzi, I’ve marked you, wait for your doom!”

Half a month later, while Luo Chen was rampantly slaughtering on the battlefield, he encountered an aged elder who came sweeping through the sky with golden clouds.

”Luo Chen, pay with your life for my son!”