Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1587: Chapter 587: Nascent Soul War, Heading North

A Glint sped from south to north, racing with fierce urgency.

Its momentum was swift and ferocious, thunder roared and clouds dissipated in its path.

Such reckless flying, with hardly any deviation in its trajectory, it did not linger even when crossing through the airspace of forces with strict no-fly rules.

In a territory of Golden Core Forces, an alarm was raised, and a Golden Core Ancestor immediately flew into a rage, soaring into the sky with an intent to confront.

However, upon seeing the true nature of the Glint, the Ancestor involuntarily gasped in shock and fled in a hurry.

Upon closer inspection, what kind of Cultivator’s Glint was that!

It was clearly a Third-Order Flying Beast Demon King, fleeing in desperation amidst the gnashing of countless ghosts!

“Which Devil Dao Giant is this, using techniques to chase and kill Demon Beasts?”

“No, that’s not right!”

In the dimness, the Golden Core Cultivator noticed, to his astonishment, a human figure sitting atop the Demon King.

The Golden Core Cultivator swallowed his saliva and quietly returned to his mountain, acting as though nothing had happened.

…

Atop Tian Xuan.

Luo Chen sensed Tian Xuan’s current state and his face revealed an expression of pity.

“Senior, is it necessary to go to such lengths?”

The voice of Han Zhan came eerily, “That He Yuan was already extraordinary, and now he’s possessed by the Blood Nightmare Mo Luo. If he catches up, neither you nor I will end well. Moreover, the enemies coveting you are not just Blood Nightmare Mo Luo alone. With your current state, you can’t get far at all. Only by me using this Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Technique to stimulate Tian Xuan’s potential, combined with the Ninety Thousand Miles technique you taught her, can we increase the Speed to a level unreachable even for Golden Core Cultivators, giving us a slim chance of escape!”

Luo Chen fell into silence.

He looked down at Tian Xuan, her appearance was rather pitiful.

Ghastly souls emerged from the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, attaching to her and gnawing incessantly while continuously replenishing her with dark energy.

Under such stimulation, Tian Xuan, already one of the best flying Demon Beasts, reached unprecedented speeds using Ninety Thousand Miles!

Even compared to Luo Chen’s Ninety Thousand Miles under the Sky Roc True Body, hers was significantly faster.

According to Luo Chen’s estimation, such speed in fleeing was unmatched among Golden Core Cultivators and was only slightly inferior to that of Nascent Soul True Masters.

But after the Technique’s effects wear off, Tian Xuan will surely fall into a state of absolute languor.

It might even pose a great hidden danger to her future cultivation.

“Master, I’m fine,” came the strained voice from Tian Xuan.

Amongst the whistling wind, there was a faint trace of pain.

“If you feel sorry for her, then just make it up to her later with some Top Grade Tongyou Pills and Emperor Liquor,” suggested Han Zhan.

Luo Chen managed a forced smile, caressing the feathers on Tian Xuan’s back.

In the end, he said nothing.

He merely looked back in the direction of Coldlight Island, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

“Qian Family, Hundred Craft Mountain, Refining Sharpedge… Blood Nightmare Mo Luo, this grudge, I, Luo Chen, will remember.”

No harsh words were uttered, merely a quiet mutter.

But the iciness in that whisper penetrated to the bone!

…

In Leng City on Coldlight Island.

Within a dim and lightless secret chamber, three figures sat in a circle.

Suddenly, a man in a blood-red robe grunted.

The woman opposite him opened her eyes and frowned, “What’s wrong, Blood Nightmare?”

Blood Nightmare opened his eyes and said calmly, “It’s nothing. Just a little setback with one of the Blood God Children I recently created; it almost slipped out of my control.”

Upon hearing the term Blood God Children, the ascetic-looking old man among them also opened his eyes.

A flash of wariness crossed his gaze.

As the former number one Holy Land of the North Sea, the Yuan Mo Sect had many cultivation techniques that were widely disseminated.

In particular, the highly adaptable doctrines of the Blood Sea Lineage and the crafting of Soul Refining Magic Tools, and so on.

However, these disseminated Cultivation Techniques were intentionally released by the Yuan Mo Sect, with the aim of selecting suitable talents for the sect from the countless obscure beings.

The real core Secret Techniques were never disclosed by Yuan Mo Sect.

And the method to create Blood God Children is the most crucial aspect of the Blood Sea Lineage!

Rumor has it that the Blood Sea Elder Ancestor of Yuan Mo Sect brought the Blood God Sutra to the Completion Stage, commanding a total of three thousand six hundred Blood God Children.

They say as long as the Blood Sea endures, the Blood Gods are indestructible!

This is also the confidence that the Blood Sea Elder Ancestor dared to venture deep into the Oblivion Sea.

To everyone’s surprise, Blood Nightmare Mo Luo dared to create Blood God Children while only being in the Nascent Soul Realm!

Feileng Fairy, however, seemed to know more and bluntly said, “It’s only expected that you, still at the Nascent Soul Realm, would encounter backlash from trying to control Blood God Children. And to send one out on a task immediately after creating it? It’s lucky it didn’t go rogue on the spot.”

Blood Nightmare gave a cold snort, “My cultivation is none of your concern. Let’s discuss the next steps instead. The fish, has taken the bait!”

Feileng Fairy indifferently responded, “The bait of the Godslayer Sword would naturally tempt someone. Whether we can reel in the big fish, however, still depends on our strength.”

“With the three of us joining forces, it should be enough!” Blood Nightmare confidently asserted.

The ascetic old man made an intentional inquiry, “What you rely on must be the Blood God Children, right? After the hiccup earlier, there won’t be any mistakes in the future, will there?”

Blood Nightmare glanced at him, unfazed.

“Old Daoist Ji Yuan, don’t compare your Penglai trifles with my Yuan Mo divine powers,” Blood Nightmare retorted.

Ji Yuan, a True Master from Penglai Immortal Sect, frowned slightly but chose not to argue.

The so-called Demon Sect is just a thing of the past.

What’s the point in arguing with something that’s already gone?