Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Whereas this blood sword, a true device that slayed a Divine Transformation Great Power, is absolute perfection among perfection, perhaps even having hope of advancing to the spiritual treasure level in the future.

Currently, Luo Chen’s realm was merely Nascent Soul, making the sword a fitting match; refining it wouldn’t result in embarrassing self-exploding situations like with the Refining Heaven Cauldron.

As for how to refine the blood sword spirit, Luo Chen already had some ideas.

The earlier hesitance began to fade, and his demeanor became increasingly resolute.

His divine consciousness spread, infiltrating the blood sword bit by bit.

Despite being enveloped by blood light, it could not deter Luo Chen’s persistence.

In the Primordial Chaos Tripod, Luo Chen was the master!

This sword, at best a lower order prisoner, how much resistance could it offer?

Soon, Luo Chen found a trace of spirit light.

”This is the blood sword spirit?”

Neither human nor beast, curling up, resembling a placenta, faintly oozing a stench.

Luo Chen frowned, failing to recall anything resembling this being from memory.

Demon Beasts? Demon Beasts? Or perhaps artificially created exotic beasts, or naturally spirit-communicating monsters?

Without pondering its origins, his divine consciousness began to explore around the spirit, attempting to find a suitable breakthrough opening.

As time passed.

Gradually, Luo Chen spotted something peculiar on this unmoving spirit.

”There are three layers of seals in total!”

”One layer was already broken, with blood stains permeating it, extremely corrosive. If I’m not mistaken, this should be the doing of Elder Xue Hai of Yuan Mo Sect, attempting to refine this sword, only to suffer severe backlash. Later, he even resided his lifelong Dao cultivation into this sword, until it was inherited by Blood Nightmare Mo Luo.”

”Is the second layer of the seal with gaps from Blood Nightmare Mo Luo’s method?”

”In that case, it might be possible to plant a soul seal onto the spirit through these gaps.”

Luo Chen retracted his divine consciousness, showing a sudden realization on his face.

Earlier, Blood Nightmare Mo Luo must have harbored intentions to completely refine this sword but failed; the openings in those seals were the proof.

Can I manage it myself?

Luo Chen’s lips curled into a slight smile, already having made an assessment in his heart.