Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

From the moment Luo Chen and Qing Shuang stepped into the Glazed Pure Land, three to four months had unknowingly elapsed.

During this long period, the major powers of the Mosen King Court had all received the news.

Even some of the more distant places, like the Extreme East Sea where Luo Chen and his party had previously passed through, were more or less aware of the situation here.

Consequently, the number of cultivators stationed at the Glazed Pure Land entrance had been increasing.

Though not gathered together, a glance would reveal an ocean of people outside the entrance.

Among them were some Nascent Soul old monsters hiding from the Mosen King Court and Extreme East Sea.

These old monsters did not enter the Glazed Pure Land directly but lingered outside, watching from a distance, uncertain of their intentions.

Suddenly!

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

”They’re coming!”

Amidst the commotion, a vast Glint came breaking through the sky, stirring the winds and clouds, altering the colors of heaven and earth, leaving a long scar that lingered for a long time.

As the Glint dissipated, dozens of figures appeared in everyone’s sight.

Seeing these dozens of people, the crowd erupted in awe.

All of them were Nascent Soul experts!

Among the crowd, a Nascent Soul old monster gasped, blurting out.

”Even the Hanging Temple’s Eight Court Masters have all arrived!”

Looking around, among the solemn and dignified Hanging Temple monks, were eight figures with profound aura like the sea, brimming with Buddha Power.

The Arhat Hall, Heart Zen Hall, Medicine King Institute, Precepts Institute... even the Prajna Hall and Dharma Hall’s two court masters were among them.

Someone might not know what the two court masters signify, but mentioning that the current Hanging Temple master Mahakala was once the Prajna Hall’s master reveals the significance.

Their simultaneous appearance clearly shows the importance given to the present moment of the Glazed Pure Land.

Not long ago, when the Red Sand Ancient Scorpion attacked Hanging Temple, such a lineup had not been seen.

Now, with the strongest thirty-six monks from the hundred and eight, even the Eight Court Masters have come out, who can resist them in the West Desert?

The buzzing crowd and restless atmosphere did not affect the solemn atmosphere of the Hanging Temple monks.

After surveying the surroundings, their gaze uniformly fell on the entrance where the glowing hues seemed to open a portal in the void.

A white-faced monk in a brocade robe touched his brow with one finger.

As the light swirled, the brow slowly parted, revealing a vertical eye.

It was the Buddhist Divine Power—Heavenly Vision!

With one glance, the white-faced monk showed a shocked expression.

”Spirit Mechanism swirling, Buddha charm ascending!”

A wide-faced, big-eared old monk beside him did not seem surprised.

”As Arhat said, Xuan Du brother is indeed using the Glazed Pure Land to collect Spirit Mechanism, intending to cross into the Arhat realm.”

The white-faced monk took a deep breath, ”We cannot let him do this; if he does, the Glazed Pure Land cannot be used again for at least a hundred years, and Mahakala cannot personally act to quell the demon fury and enlighten humanity.”

The old monk beside him also nodded, ”Yes, to advance, it’s best to return to the Hanging Temple. The power of the Glazed Pure Land should not be wasted in this way!”

The two exchanged a glance and entered the entrance in understanding.

The others did not hesitate and followed them, filing in quickly.

In an instant, the thirty-six high monks of the Hanging Temple vanished as if they had never been.

But the eyes of tens of thousands of cultivators would not mistake this.

After their departure, the Nascent Soul old monsters in the crowd began to converse.

”Should we go in?”

”With such a lineup, there is bound to be a major event. The city gate catches fire, harming the fish in the pond; I will not go.”

”Humph, how can Fish Daoist be so timid? With so many strong figures from the Hanging Temple, reclaiming the Glazed Pure Land is only a matter of fact. We merely watch the battle, what is there to fear?”

”Friend Shi is right, if the situation becomes slightly chaotic, we might even gain some benefits. Moreover, the Great Brahma Prince and Xiao Yan went in before, and nothing happened to them, did it?”

”You go if you want, but I won’t be involved in this muddy water.”

After some discussion, the hidden Nascent Soul old monsters gradually split into two camps.

One group stopped hiding and stepped into the Glazed Pure Land.

The other remained hidden in the crowd, even keeping a greater distance. However, they still spread their Divine Consciousness as much as possible, always paying attention to the situation around the Glazed Pure Land.

Clearly, if a real opportunity presented itself, they would not hesitate to rush in and claim a share.

After all, the Glazed Pure Land is reputed to be the Buddhist Sect’s first spiritual treasure!

No matter how many resources are hidden inside, this Spiritual Treasure alone is enough to covet.

In the midst of waiting, suddenly all Nascent Soul old monsters directed their Divine Consciousness to a group of monks in simple robes.

They were precisely the Tuluo Monks who advocated ascetic practices!

At this moment, the Tuluo’s expressions changed drastically, and worry and panic quickly spread.

This change had only one reason.

”The head of the Tuluo has fallen!”

The Nascent Soul old monsters who didn’t enter were all taken aback.

The Hanging Temple high monks had just gone inside, how could it have impacted an ascetic strong person so quickly?

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Inside the Glazed Pure Land.

The time rewinds just a moment.

When the thirty-six high monks from the Hanging Temple entered, they saw the Buddhist temple shrouded in moonlight and the Primordial Spirit suspended in the void.

Drawing Spirit Mechanism, using it as a base, swimming in the Primordial Energy Ocean, was precisely the sign of advancing to Divine Transformation.

The white-faced monk narrowed his pupils and shouted loudly: ”Amitabha, how can Brother Xuan Du violate the precepts, using the power of the Pure Land for personal gain?”