Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1792: Chapter 663: Soul Returns, Dragon Appears in the Clouds_2

”Does the rear garden require such meticulous arrangement?”

”Demon King Qingyang, don’t forget, the True Monarch is also an extremely skilled artifact refiner. The Five Elements Heaven is filled with various resources. Though they may look ornamental usually, when it comes to artifact refining, they are exceptional materials readily available.”

Luo Chen nodded slightly, accepting that the explanation made sense.

However, this only made him more curious.

”The Thousand Peril Mountains are primarily known for various minerals. What about the Quicksand Sea? We’ve been traveling for a day, but aside from some Stone Monsters, there doesn’t seem to be any special resources.”

Hearing this question, Tai Sui chuckled.

”So, after circling around, this was what you wanted to know!”

Luo Chen appeared calm. Indeed, this was precisely what he wanted to ask.

Only by understanding the purpose of this place’s arrangement can one prepare for any potential lurking dangers.

”There’s no harm in telling you. In the vast Quicksand Sea, there is only one treasure, and no other resources. However, it is hidden very deep, and ordinary people cannot find it.”

”What is it?”

”Have you ever heard of Rest Soil?”

In an instant, Tai Sui sensed two heavy breaths.

Luo Chen and the Moyun Cave Lord both were terribly moved!

Rest Soil!

Among all the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, it stands out as a famed Earth Treasure, as renowned as Weak Water, yet extremely rare to find!

Legend has it that such treasures belong to the Immortal Realm; how could the Lower Realm possibly find it?

Such a precious item is a dream come true for every artifact refiner!

Especially for Luo Chen, his Natal Magic Item, the Primordial Chaos Tripod, has had impurities reduced over years of nurturing, signifying it can receive more materials to enhance its power.

If he could secure the Rest Soil...

”Don’t get your hopes up; I only mentioned it casually.”

Tai Sui smirked, pointing to the sprawling sea of sand beneath his feet: ”Such a treasure is extremely rare, even a True Monarch can’t obtain it.”

Luo Chen was speechless, ”Then why bring it up, just to tease us?”

Tai Sui giggled, ”A True Monarch might not find it, but they want to craft Rest Soil themselves.”

”Crafting Rest Soil?!”

The exclamation emerged in disbelief from two mouths at once.

Tai Sui nodded, ”Exactly. The True Monarch collected a large amount of Earth Type resources, like Trace Mud, Proliferation Soil, Mysterious Yellow Sand, Clear Wave Dust, Transforming Demon Mud, and so forth, gathered here, intending to replicate the Rest Soil as rumored with the assistance of Earth Element Power of Laws.”

As they heard each name, Luo Chen and the Moyun Cave Lord held their breath.

Some were familiar to them, like Trace Mud, Proliferation Soil.

Others, they had never even heard of before.

To gather so many rare Earth Type materials here for refining and recreating Rest Soil is an unimaginable feat!

”Did he succeed?”

”Uncertain.” Tai Sui shook his head, a bit unsure of himself, ”I am a Wood Type Spirit Plant, very averse to Earth element substances. I vaguely remember that one thousand five hundred years ago, a unique breath came from this side of the Sand Sea, which made me feel uncomfortable, as if overturning the celestial directions. Later, I curiously asked the little child under the True Monarch, and he said...”

”What did he say?”

”A step away, but worlds apart.” Tai Sui reminisced, seemingly lost in thought, ”The child said that the Quicksand Sea now had a master, named Tianrang, and it was to gather more materials in the future to progress even further. Unfortunately, the True Monarch perished later...”

Luo Chen and the Moyun Cave Lord exchanged glances, muttering the name ”Tianrang.”

At the same time.

Amidst the vast Quicksand Sea, breezes swirled and danced around, carrying countless grains of sand in their whirl.

Underneath the Sand Sea, however, another world lay hidden.

Rough caves were scattered all around. From within seemed to come cheerful voices, as if inhabited.

But looking closely, no trace of anyone could be seen, only bizarre mud figurines lying within the caves.

In a trance.

A palm-sized mud figurine stood up, its ears twitching, as if hearing something.

”Is someone calling my name?”

But upon listening closely again, no echo came from the wind.

The little mud figurine wrinkled its nose, dismissing the matter, and instead whistled.

”Phew...”

The whistle extended far, reaching hundreds of caves nearby.

Before long, numerous little mud figurines emerged from the caves, but unlike it.

They had missing limbs, blurred features, seemingly haphazardly made, and reminiscent of a post-battle state.

These incomplete little mud figurines gathered in front of it like a troop.

Upon seeing this, the little mud figurine displayed a smile neither crying nor laughing.

”Ever since that fellow fled here three hundred years ago, it hasn’t left.”

”Not only that, it divided Stone Monsters and hunted me down ferociously.”

”This time, however, marks its doom!”

”Children, be ready to take it down for me. Once I consume it, I can take another step forward, leading you all out of here!”

Below, there was utter silence.

Yet after its command, the incomplete little mud figurines started heading outward.

...

Whoosh...

A breeze blew by, and a golden light swirled in the sky, flying slowly.

Looking closely, it was a small golden bird.

Its pace was leisurely, not as if in a hurry.

It lowered its head, observing the scene below.

A gigantic Flood Python exerted immense strength to strangle a firm Stone Monster to death, after which it retrieved a Yellow Spirit Stone from its shattered body.

The black Flood Python raised its head and glared at the small golden bird.

”Get lost!”

”Keep looking, and I’ll consume you!”

The small golden bird’s Feathered Wings trembled, hurrying away, but maintaining a certain distance, keeping watch on the black Flood Python from afar.

The Black King spat out a mouthful of sand with frustration written across its face.