Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

It was precisely because of that advance explanation that the Great Sects were able to prepare in advance, thus preserving their strength as much as possible during the brutal war at Lingtian Pass.

This can be seen from the number of Nascent Soul True Masters who died in battle.

Seven died at Lingtian Pass, and of those, only two were not Mingyuan Cultivators.

In the battle of the Five Domains, only the Sword Cultivator from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion sacrificed himself in a fight to protect the sect, but unfortunately fell.

Because of these circumstances, they pinned their hopes on Luo Chen.

However, the reality was that Luo Chen had already joined the Mingyuan Sacred Land!

”He refuses to see us, his attitude is clear. Perhaps we need to choose another representative,” Jiuling Yuanjun stated.

Elder Fu pondered for a moment and then presented his own insight.

”Such a representative figure must be someone with both strength and reputation. Besides Mingyuan, in the vast Eastern Wasteland, there are only a few who fit the bill. East Sun Supreme, Tianduzi, and Five Elements Divine Essence!”

Jiuling Yuanjun shook his head, ”East Sun Sect is just a lackey of the Mingyuan Sect. Would the East Sun Sect Supreme Elder really stand up for us?”

”As for Tianduzi, his sect suffered quite a bit in a battle a few years ago. Moreover, he has accumulated internal injuries by controlling arrays in multiple wars, so he probably wouldn’t be interested.”

”True Master Shenyuan...”

When this one was mentioned, Jiuling Yuanjun fell into thought.

Elder Fu wore a bitter smile.

Nowadays, True Master Shenyuan is solitary, mysterious in his actions, and always operates alone.

Asking him to stand up for us would indeed be difficult.

”How about you, Yuanjun?”

Jiuling Yuanjun was stunned for a moment and quickly waved his hand, ”I am unnecessary. I am not truly a Great Cultivator, and my name is not that renowned. Mingyuan Sacred Land simply doesn’t consider me worthy of notice.”

”Yuanjun, you’re being too humble.” Elder Fu was somewhat reluctant to accept this.

Jiuling Yuanjun spoke earnestly, ”It is not humility; it’s simply the truth.”

Elder Fu sighed. Indeed, it was the truth!

As the formidable Jiuling Yuanjun, reputedly comparable to a Great Cultivator, still he is like an ant before the immense and towering Mingyuan Sacred Land.

Not like Luo Chen...

Thinking of Luo Chen, Elder Fu felt even more amazed.

In just twenty short years, he created a vast reputation from nothing, attracting the personal invitation of a Divine Transformation Great Power. Such methods are truly unparalleled in the world today.

It’s just a pity that he has now been ”recruited.”

As the two were entangled in their myriad thoughts, suddenly a rustling sound arose beneath their feet.

Jiuling Yuanjun was the first to discover it and looked down to see a small black snake with a dragon horn crawling down from the mountain.

”Demon Emperor!”

”Wait!”

Elder Fu stopped Jiuling Yuanjun, hesitating as he said, ”I heard from Fenghua Fairy that Luo Chen has a Spiritual Pet that is extremely powerful.”

Jiuling Yuanjun slowly lowered his hand.

The Black King crawled in front of them, seemingly ignoring their poised stance.

It opened its mouth, and a slip of paper flew out.

As the two of them looked on in confusion, the paper suddenly unfolded and then, amid a sudden burst of flame, turned to dust.

The Black King swallowed the powder, ”This is what my master told me to convey. Farewell.”

With that, the Black King twisted its body and disappeared into the depths of Danluo Mountain.

After it left, the two left behind exchanged glances.

”Hold your ground and wait for the heavenly opportunity. What does this mean?”

”I’m not sure. Could it be that, given the seemingly stable situation, something is going to change?”

”Heavenly opportunity, what is a heavenly opportunity?”

”I don’t know, but I know that Friend Luo is not merely standing by. He is aware of the situation we are facing now. According to his eight words, he is advising us not to secretly form alliances and wait until the situation is settled to make plans.”

Jiuling Yuanjun opened his mouth, somewhat disagreeing.

By the time the situation is settled, will they have an opportunity to covet those high-quality Spirit Lands?

But...

Jiuling Yuanjun turned to look at the misty Danluo Mountain, seemingly able to see Luo Chen watching them.

For a long while, he let out a deep sigh.

”Now I find it harder and harder to see through Luo Chen. Oh well, I’ll put aside these mundane matters, and focus on my cultivation, striving to truly earn the title of Great Cultivator soon!”

The two gradually walked away.

Because of Luo Chen’s eight words, the undercurrents in Lingtian Pass gradually came to a halt.

Everyone seemed immersed in the joy of once again repelling the Demon Clan’s invasion.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the upcoming negotiations at Biyou Mountain.

...

Mountain Sea Calendar, year 3,632!

It has been five full years since the last great battle at Lingtian Pass!

With everyone’s anxious and eager expectations, the time for the ceasefire negotiations was finally set.

The fifteenth day of July!

This date carries a certain significance.

For it was on this date that the open war initiated by Luo Yun Sect was formally launched.

When something begins, it also seems destined to end at the same time.

On this day, a streak of light flew into Danluo Mountain.

Luo Chen, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes and stretched out his hand.

The Sound Transmission Talisman, hovering like a headless fly in the vast clouds, landed in his hand.

Without wind, the Sound Transmission Talisman ignited, and its contents all poured into Luo Chen’s ears.

Blinking, Luo Chen stood up.

”It’s time!”

In a flash, he had left Danluo Mountain, heading straight for the Nine Heavens.

Soon after, Luo Chen stopped his figure.

Bowing towards the black-robed elder at the head of the five in front of him, Luo Chen paid his respects.

”I have seen the Patriarch!”

Heize glanced at him, flicking his hand as a ball of Golden Light rolled out, landing at Luo Chen’s feet.

”Roar!”

Luo Chen frowned and shouted, ”Evil Beast!”