Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1403: Chapter 525: The Demon Sect is Destroyed, Order Collapses_3 Chapter 1403: Chapter 525: The Demon Sect is Destroyed, Order Collapses_3 “Nonsense!” Luo Chen still couldn’t believe it, “The Ye Mo Sky of Beiji renowned as the most unbreakable forbidden area in the world, backed by the millennium-born Oblivion Sea, with the Elemental Magnetic Aurora guarding on both sides, how could it fall to a siege?”

“I do not know, your honor, I only know that the battle was earth-shattering, the vast ocean boiling. Even a God Transformation Expert fell during the fray.”

A shock of unknown origin jolted Luo Chen’s soul.

A God Transformation Expert, fallen?

This was simply a colossal joke.

God Transformation Experts were beings who could directly ascend, esteemed as Immortal Reservists.

And yet, they fell?

He forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and asked, “And what is this Canghai Alliance all about?”

Cheng Haichang replied without hesitation, “The Canghai Alliance is a power established by a certain formidable Li surnamed after the North Sea Chaos, personally established by this man. Although he originally came from the Yuan Mo Sect in his early years, he is a paragon of virtue, unlike demonic figures and heretics. Unwilling to see our North Sea Humans become fodder for Sea Demons, he established the alliance with the sole purpose of having humans connect islands with arrays for mutual protection. The Canghai Alliance is also known as the Canghai Righteous Alliance!”

“Canghai Alliance? Island-connecting Arrays?”

“Yes, that Great Power diverges from the experts of Yuan Mo Sect, possessing mastery of arrays. As long as one acknowledges themselves as a part of the Canghai Alliance, they will unselfishly pass down grand and mystical arrays, connecting islands to prevent Sea Demons from landing.”

Luo Chen listened with a bit of a headache.

So much information instantly shattered his original fixed impression of the North Sea.

The new landscape of the North Sea filled his thoughts with a myriad of ideas, leaving him clueless about where to begin.

All he knew was that the former rulers had fallen, and the already troubled order under the rule of the Demon Sect had nearly collapsed.

Fortunately, a Human Clan Great Power personally took action, single-handedly pulling the heavens to stability, establishing a new order.

Albeit a fragile-looking one.

But even the most fragile order is still an order, and Luo Chen was someone highly adaptable; the presence of an order meant there were rules to follow, and once he acclimatized, he could thrive within it.

If it were a place without order, he would have had to consider finding a remote place, painstakingly cultivating in seclusion, enduringly advancing his realm.

Conflicts were not what Luo Chen wished for!

Rubbing his forehead, Luo Chen’s eyes slightly closed for a moment.

With a wave of his hand, he walked toward the depths of the cabin.

“Set a course for home, take me to Black Swan Island.”

On the deck, Cheng Haichang, who was previously kneeling, suddenly shivered, as if waking up from some kind of confusion.

He turned his head, and the rest of his companions remained in a daze.

At that moment, he couldn’t help but feel terrified.

“Truly the deeds of a demonic figure, readily using illusion techniques to bewitch people!”

With his heart pounding, he promptly performed the Technique of Purifying Hearts, awakening those who were affected.

Moments later, everyone on the deck had expressions of extreme shock.

The oldest among them, Cheng Ji, went to control the Monster Hunting Ship to set sail home, but before leaving, he still couldn’t stop himself from transmitting his Divine Consciousness.

“Haichang, with such a demonic figure brought back to the clan, could this cause major trouble?”

“I don’t know if there will be major trouble or not, but if we do not sail now, we are the ones who will die!” Cheng Haichang was very irritable, waving his hand as he said, “Moreover, the Black Swan Cheng Family is just a Foundation Establishment Family, that Ascendant Master should not be interested in us.”

Cheng Ji then asked, “He personally inquired about your name just now, and he is adept at illusion techniques, do you think he could be skilled in the Yuan Mo Sect’s Curse Killing Technique?”

In an instant, Cheng Haichang’s face turned as white as snow.

He swallowed a gulp of saliva, “He shouldn’t need to, to kill me, there’s no need for the immensely costly Curse Killing Technique, a mere flick of his hand would suffice.”

That made sense.

Cheng Ji nodded, looking at the deck strewn with corpses, a mournful expression in his eyes.

“I’ll go start up the ship; you all pack up,” he said.

Although sorrowful, he seemed accustomed to the sight.

After he left, Cheng Haichang also fell silent.

Under the gaze of several juniors, he suddenly pulled a white long banner from his storage bag, his expression fiercely resolute.

“With so many souls, it would be a waste not to use them–to at least ensure these people and demons die with purpose.”

As he spoke, the banner unfurled!

Ghastly qi surged out from it.

The previously bloodstained deck was suddenly filled with wails as the souls of sea serpents, mortals, and even the fragmented souls of Cheng family cultivators were all drawn into the white banner.

The influx of these souls made the spirit light on the white banner even denser.

Judging its rank, it had already reached the top grade level and was just a step away from magic treasure rank.

…

In the cabin, Luo Chen silently observed the water mirror before him; he saw everything Cheng Haichang was doing, including the simple spirit consciousness exchange he had earlier with the old man, not escaping his powerful divine consciousness.

The same Foundation Establishment True Cultivator who was meek and unprincipled before turned a cold shoulder to kinship, collecting the spirits into the soul banner without hesitation.

Such an act exemplified the phrase “fickle and unpredictable” to the fullest.

“Is this the way of survival for North Sea cultivators?” Luo Chen murmured. From the small to the large, this one person gave him a slight insight into the customs of the North Sea Cultivation World.

And he understood why, when he previously inquired about the other’s name, the person was so panicked and even risked angering himself but did not dare to reveal it.

“Curse Killing Technique?”

“It seems that the Yuan Mo Sect indeed possesses a rather peculiar technique called the Curse Life Seven Pole Technique.”

“It’s complex to cultivate and comes at a great cost, and it requires knowing the enemy’s real name. But its power is equally extraordinary. Even without seeing the person, across thousands of miles, it can determine life and death with a single word.”

“So it seems that if I am to continue in the North Sea, I ought to consider my name and origin more carefully.”

While muttering to himself, Luo Chen didn’t dispel the Water Mirror Technique.

Although his Qi Power had been entirely converted to a fire attribute due to the “Heavenly Phoenix Nirvana Sutra,” he found it difficult to exert other elemental techniques.

But the Water Mirror Technique, a low-order spell, was still easy for him.

He had already brought this technique to perfection, and with “Mirror Flower, Water Moon” imprinted in his eyes, it was unaffected.

Especially here, deep in the sea, where spirit qi of the water type was rich.

All he needed to do was slightly circulate the cultivation technique, and before transforming his attribute, forming a water mirror could be sustained for a long time.

For other low-order techniques, if the environment was right and his proficiency was high, he could barely manage the same.

As for how far he could take this, Luo Chen would have to find time for some proper experimentation.

Otherwise, the techniques he was adept at could cause a big stir when he instinctively tried to use them in battle but couldn’t.

His thoughts swirling, the Water Mirror Technique keeping watch over every corner of the ship, Luo Chen closed his eyes, his divine consciousness spreading throughout his body.

It was time to tally his gains!

Just now, above the vast sea, he had incinerated and refined over ten thousand first-order sea serpents with Prosperity and Decline True Fire, and the life force absorbed was immense.

The quality might not be the best, but the quantity was truly formidable.

With just a brief sensing, Luo Chen couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear.

“This so-called Demon Sea–the North Sea–might just be my land of opportunity!”