Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

The vast expanse of the Mingyuan Sacred Land is as wide as eight or nine Yu Ding Realms.

Yet under the battle of two great forces, it is reduced to a mere moment’s passing, akin to a small Beast Fighting Arena.

Wherever they pass, it is as if doomsday descends.

No matter how solid the Defensive Arrays constructed by the internal forces within the Dark Abyss Sect are, at this moment they crumble like tofu blocks, shattering upon impact.

In the midst of scorching flames and violent gale winds, countless living beings turn to ashes and scatter with the wind.

During this process, powerhouse forces with deep roots in the Dark Abyss Sect occasionally join in to assist Sect Leader Yu Ming Ancestor.

Yet the power and tyranny of Qi Xia Emperor are relentless.

No matter what entity approaches her, it is annihilated in an instant.

The golden Nirvana Sacred Fire transforms into terrifying flames that devour everything.

Yet Luo Chen cannot see any of this.

Because ever since the confrontation between Mingyuan Sect Leader Yu Ming Ancestor and Qi Xia Emperor, a massive surge of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi has already destroyed the Spirit Eyes Luo Chen set up outside.

At this moment, he can only wait anxiously and yet futilely within the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land.

He can feel the omnipresence of those golden flames.

Not to mention within thousands of miles!

As long as Qi Xia Emperor’s Qi Power is sufficient, even ten thousand miles, a million miles, or a hundred thousand miles will be enveloped in a Sea of Fire.

Until this moment, he finally understands why the Dark Abyss Sect’s Three Great Ancestors value this Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land so much.

It’s not just the birthplace of Yanfu Mountain, which has the potential to rise to the Fifth Order Spirit Vein in the future.

It’s also a sanctuary!

A place that can resist Heavenly Tribulations, evade Earthly Disasters, and under the invasion of powerful external enemies, preserve a spark for the Dark Abyss Sect.

”So the meaning of Blessed Land Cave Heaven lies here.”

Luo Chen murmured, feeling immensely grateful.

If he hadn’t controlled this place, he feared the outcome might have been the same as that of the Lingtian City Lord and others!

Dead without a trace, without a sound.

Even though Lei Daozi died tragically, at least it was somewhat heroic.

But soon, he realizes there’s something amiss.

The Blessed Land is connected to the Alchemy Saint Hall, and the entrance gate is open!

Given Qi Xia Emperor’s power, it is absolutely impossible for her not to notice this place.

Indeed!

After barely half a day, Luo Chen notices approaching scorching power.

Hiss!

Within the Blessed Land.

A blade of grass combusts without any flame.

A wisp of golden flame gradually rises.

Luo Chen’s expression tightens as he immediately shields Luo Lingxi and the others behind him.

The golden flames seem contagious; once they invade the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land, they start spreading like wildfire.

”This cannot continue, or we won’t have a place to settle.”

Luo Chen focuses his mind and summons his own Nirvana Sacred Fire.

The Nirvana Sacred Fire, though still weak, forms a fire circle under Luo Chen’s Qi Power, surrounding them.

The invading Nirvana Sacred Fire encounters this circle and, as if meeting a kindred, ceases further erosion.

Seeing this, Luo Chen breathes a sigh of relief.

”Indeed!”

”Since Qi Xia Emperor used me to find Qinghe Immortal’s location, she won’t bear malice toward me.”

”At least, in this battle, she won’t harm me.”

While Luo Chen is pondering, a heavy thud suddenly echoes within the Blessed Land.

A torrential rain curtain crashes down, forcing open a spot where the Nirvana Sacred Fire burns.

An aged figure lies on the ground, uncertain whether dead or alive.

Luo Chen looks from afar, seeing the elder clutching a Token, with a faint breath remaining.

”It’s Heize Ancestor!” Ye Ruoli exclaimed in surprise, about to rush out to rescue the elder.

Yet her steps remain unmoving.

Because Luo Chen’s overwhelming Spirit Pressure is holding her down.

”Pill Saint Hall Master?”

Ye Ruoli’s face is puzzled, a look of doubt and anxiety fixed on Luo Chen.

Luo Chen shakes his head, his gaze intense as he fixes it on that figure.

The Heize Ancestor struggles to rise, his murky eyes locking onto Luo Chen and the golden fire circle.