Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1424: Chapter 532 Green Sun Elixir Scripture_2 Chapter 1424: Chapter 532 Green Sun Elixir Scripture_2 For this very reason, after leaving Cangwu Mountain, Luo Chen dared not to swallow this treasure into his Sea of Qi for day and night nourishment and refinement, he could only keep it within his storage ring.

And it was precisely so, that the tempering process of this item was stuck there.

Not to mention its unsightly appearance, the horrifying impurities contained within that could not be refined and hindered the advancement in the precious item’s grade.

Yet, even with that, the might of the Primordial Chaos Tripod still amazed Luo Chen greatly.

Whether it was imprisoning Han Zhan’s soul, capturing the Blue Ring Giant Fang Sea Serpent, or nurturing the Fierce Fire Miasma, all highlighted the formidable nature of this “proud work” of Tian Yezi.

One could imagine, if its impurities were completely removed, how great its potential would be!

Moreover, to say nothing of what would happen after that, continuing to combine the Thousand Years Thunder Jade and various mineral materials, to what extent would its grade then grow!

Ascendant Grade Magic Item?

No, this was far from the Primordial Chaos Tripod’s apex.

True Devices… Spiritual Treasure…

After a long silence, Luo Chen internally waged a struggle before finally clenching his fists firmly.

“Damn it, Tian Yezi is dead, even if he left any tricks up his sleeve, there’s no one else capable of activating this treasure.”

“Always hesitating like this, is that in my nature, Luo Chen?”

With a thought, Luo Chen opened his mouth and inhaled.

Instantly, the round small tripod shrank rapidly, eventually turning into a stream of light that whizzed into Luo Chen’s mouth and settled in the Sea of Qi.

Pure mana from all around surged up along with the Original Source True Fire wrapping around to burn and temper the impurities.

In the end, Luo Chen still could not bear to part with his Natal Magic Item.

Not to mention the amount of effort he had spent on this precious item.

Just the massive undertaking of Pill Refinement about to start, he needed to be in control of this treasure.

The True Flame Pill was not like the damaged Official’s Cauldron, capable of supporting prolonged, high-frequency refining.

After checking the spoils of war.

Luo Chen left the Cave Mansion, strolling atop Sea-viewing Cliff.

Looking at the endless sea, and the slowly rising Proud Sun, his weary spirit seemed to find some relief.

Yan Nantian was dead.

After witnessing his display of divine might in person, the cultivators of the Flying Swallow Islands would not harbor any unusual thoughts for a short while, and could be used by him.

Thus, Luo Chen also finally had a temporary place to stay, where he could continue his cultivation.

What had to be done afterward became simple.

It was nothing more than organizing manpower, gathering resources, concocting elixirs, and engaging in arduous cultivation in seclusion.

Watching the seagulls circling above the sea, Luo Chen felt at ease.

“Seriously thinking about it, Yan Nantian was the first true life-and-death enemy I faced after my Core Formation.”

“He was not weak, possessing the realm of the Fourth layer of Golden Core.”

“It’s just a pity that right after his breakthrough, he suffered under my Qingyang’s Great Handprint, and I controlled the subsequent battle entirely.”

“He probably feels very aggrieved, having no grudges with me, yet merely because I coveted his Spirit Land, he encountered this unwarranted disaster.”

“To be fair, his methods were quite good and very comprehensive. He himself could even fully control two magic items simultaneously. His biggest mistake was that he should not have forcibly broken through his realm…”

On the cliff, the young man took small steps, summarizing the gains and losses of the previous battle.

The salty sea breeze slapped against him, and as it lifted his black hair, it seemed to also sweep away the restlessness within him.

…

One month later!

In the very center of the thirty-six islands.

Waves reappeared on Ten Mile Flat Lake, Yao Yue Island emerged from underground, and the rich Heaven and Earth Qi began to spew out anew.

Figures moved about, preparing for today’s celebration.

Not a single mortal was present at the event, the least of which were Immortal Cultivators at the Qi Refinement Stage.

From time to time, people cast their gazes towards the island in the center of the lake, their faces revealing a look of awe.

The name of Demon King Qingyang had spread across all thirty-six islands to the mouths of hundreds of thousands of mortal cultivators within this short month.

Everyone knew that the Flying Swallow Islands had changed hands!

It was no longer “Nantian” but “Green Sky.”

What the future would hold, no one knew.

Yet now, the early signs were evident.

Just the act of Gathering Spirits and Solidifying Veins to rebuild the Third Order Spirit Land had exhausted numerous resources from the clans of the thirty-six islands.

Recently, forty-nine Foundation Establishment True Cultivators, under the leadership of the three top Array Masters of Flying Swallow, had forcibly pulled Yao Yue Island from deep underground, an event no less powerful than when Luo Chen sank the island.

One could imagine that in the future, Demon Monarch Qingyang might have them perform even more tasks.

The buzzing discussions echoed continuously as the crowd moved.

Nevertheless, as noon drew near, the chatter gradually subsided and all those cultivators below Foundation Establishment had left.

Suddenly!

A mass of red clouds approached from afar, hovering over Yao Yue Island.

Above the red clouds stood a tall man dressed in a black Daoist Robe, his black hair neatly bound by a jade hairpin. His face appeared young, but his Spirit Vision was as deep as the Cold Pool Abyss, vast and unfathomable.

Upon seeing the newcomer, all the Foundation Establishment Cultivators by the lakeside bent over to greet him.

“Greetings, Demon Monarch Qingyang!”

Though it was the voice of a hundred people, when combined, it had the force of a tidal wave.

Luo Chen’s Spirit Vision overlooked the cultivators by the lakeside, slowly sweeping across them.

Finally, his gaze rested on Yao Yue Island.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

“Good, I am very pleased.”

“And none of you are missing, in fact, there are a few more. I am even more pleased.”

At these words, everyone also felt somewhat at ease.

Waving his sleeve, Luo Chen said aloud, “I will not say much more, what kind of person Qingyang is, you will understand in time as we interact.”