Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Even if killed, it will still offend the Ancient Demon Emperor Di Tian; if released, criticism from the Eastern Wasteland cultivators is inevitable, and the prestige built over the years might crumble overnight. Besides, Di Tu seems like trouble; he might seek revenge, becoming a thorn in the back.

But keeping him by the side, is even more of a slap to the face of the Ancient Demon Emperor Di Tian.

Though Di Tu speculates that Di Tian won’t come to save him, but what if?

For the sake of kinship, or for his own dignity, what if?

After pondering deeply, Luo Chen still couldn’t find a way to break the stalemate.

Therefore, he left Luo Tian Sect, leaving Di Tu in Daqing Mountain.

This way, even if the Ancient Demon Emperor Di Tian personally attacks or sends people over, it won’t affect the Luo Tian Sect cultivators.

And he distanced his main body from Di Tu, leaving only a puppet clone over there.

If the Ancient Demon Emperor Di Tian indeed comes, he could let Di Tu go at most and then self-destruct the puppet clone, thus accounting for the situation.

That puppet clone is not as simple as it looks.

When Luo Chen refined it, he combined Han Zhan’s methods with the ancient puppet arts, even refining his own blood and flesh into it.

Its appearance can change, its Qi-Blood is consistent, and its Divine Soul also carries his aura.

Even its realm is of the Middle Stage Nascent Soul!

In battle, it’s a good hand, and it’s even better at dying in his stead.

Of course, Luo Chen doesn’t wish to resort to that step; after all, he poured so much effort into nurturing the soul splitting and puppet.

”Let’s wait for the Eastern Wilderness Human and Demon Clan to sort out a result!”

Murmuring, Luo Chen entered a deeper state of cultivation.

A large amount of Spirit Qi surged, being swallowed into his body, continually tempered and purified, transforming into pure and domineering Qi power.

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”Master Kang, hello!”

”Good morning, Master Kang!”

Kang Le Dao walked amidst Liu Yun Mountain, occasionally greeted by cleaning disciples.

He responded with a broad smile to them.

However, after leaving these disciples, Kang Le Dao’s smile turned bitter, and his crimson, wine-soaked nose occasionally wrinkled upwards.

The once-flourishing Dieyun Sect, how did it fall to such a state!

The grand mountain gate now has only him, an aging Golden Core cultivator, holding the fort.

”Don’t know how many of the junior brothers summoned to Lingtian Pass to resist the Demon Clan will return?”

With a heavy heart, Kang Le Dao finally stopped outside a cave mansion shrouded in mist.

Inside was the cave mansion of the Supreme Elder, Master Liu Yun!

Yet, due to the guarding of the labyrinthine Big Formation, even the Golden Core cultivators of the Dieyun Sect cannot enter.

”I hope to crack this big formation soon, obtain the Supreme Elder’s legacy, and revive our Dieyun Sect. If there are suitable Nascent Soul resources, that would be even better.”

Harboring hopes, Kang Le Dao stepped into the cloud-mist formation.

One day later.

A figure returned to the original place, bewildered.

”Failed again?”

Kang Le Dao’s face turned pale as he hung his head, walking back to his own cave mansion.

He was already considered the Golden Core cultivator in Dieyun Sect most adept with the Cloud Restriction array.

But in front of the big formation left by the Middle Stage Nascent Soul Master Liu Yun, he was still powerless.

”Next time, I must break the formation and enter the cave mansion!”

Meanwhile, inside the cave mansion.

A silhouetted figure stood quietly in front of a bookshelf, holding a tome and reading silently.

Regarding the changes in the external formation, the white-robed Daoist naturally noticed.

That old man had already come no less than thirty times within a single year.

Every time he tried to break the formation, the time spent ranged from a day to ten days.

Each time, he returned empty-handed.

”The Cloud Pattern Restriction of Dieyun Sect is truly marvelous beyond compare!”

Luo Chen put down the book.

This Book Collection Pavilion is the most crucial and valuable place in Master Liu Yun’s cave mansion.

In his spare time from restoring Qi power, he would occasionally come here to ”borrow” books.

He didn’t pay much heed to those secret cultivation methods.

They didn’t match him and were useless to practice.

But some books on array forbiddances captivated Luo Chen greatly.

On the path of arrays, Luo Chen had already advanced to a Fourth-Order Array Master!

In the Immortal Cultivation World, that was considered rare.

And regarding the seven basic restrictions of arrays, he had already achieved mastery.

Yet, among these tomes, he discovered that his foundational knowledge was still not comprehensive enough.

Especially the Cloud Pattern Restriction!

Clouds have form and shape but are indeterminate.

Dieyun Sect could indeed turn the virtual into reality, converting reality into the virtual, making the Cloud Pattern Restriction ubiquitously merge into arrays.

With continuous reading, Luo Chen’s understanding of the Cloud Pattern Restriction deepened.

Array attainment increased rapidly.

Additionally, an idea became increasingly clear.

Suddenly, a book appeared in Luo Chen’s hand.

But it wasn’t taken from the bookshelf; it came from the storage ring.

It was the relic from Jin Ling—”Golden Escape Technique.”

”Previously, I attempted to self-create the Fire Escape Technique through the Golden Escape Technique but was unable to find the proper method, only slightly absorbing the concept of the Melt Spirit Burst from the Golden Escape Technique.”

”Now it seems, the Fire Escape Technique is actually more compatible with the ideology of the Cloud Pattern Restriction.”

”Clouds have form and shape, indeterminate. Fire is the same.”

”If I combine the advantages of both, would the self-created Fire Escape Technique surpass the Finalization realm of Ninety Thousand Miles?”

Luo Chen fell into deep thought.

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A brisk wind sways the white sun, the scenery flows swiftly to the west.

Since Luo Chen arrived at the Dieyun Sect, three years had unknowingly passed.

In the cold and lonely cave mansion.

The Black King, who had been dormant on Luo Chen’s shoulder, was suddenly awakened.

He lay on the ground, groggily looking at the white-robed Daoist.

”Master, has something happened over at Daqing Mountain?”

Luo Chen chuckled and shook his head, ”Three years, and all is well.”

”Oh.”

Black King mumbled a response, then asked doubtfully, ”Then why did you wake me up?”