Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

This time, an existence far more renowned than the Shouyang Mountain Man has convened the Dao discussion assembly atop Shouyang Mountain!

Three days have passed, invited by the Alchemy Sect!

Glint after glint, unimaginably powerful, soared into the not-so-towering peak in Lingtian Pass City under the gaze of innumerable lower order cultivators, with reverence.

A mountain doesn’t need to be high; a spirit makes it celestial.

Today’s Shouyang Mountain is the Immortal Mountain richest in Spirit Qi across the entire Eastern Wasteland!

Banners flutter, latitude and longitude suspended high.

Coiled Dragon Pillars soared, with steps of White Jade Stone exuding smoke.

Glint after glint descended from the sky, landing on White Jade Square, causing hairs to stand on end, instinctively withdrawing their proud postures.

Simply because on the square, four colossal demon beasts were now standing like stone sculptures, coldly watching all the guests.

The last of them was a Bai Ou. Majestic and grand, its feathers like sharp swords; even with its wings folded, it exuded a fierce presence.

Fourth Order Transformed Demon, Tianxuan Fighting Bird!

Opposite it was a giant turtle that lay like a small island on the ground. Its eyes half-open, half-closed, as if in meditation, yet the surrounding black streams deterred approach.

Fourth-order Wild Beast, Netherworld Profound Turtle!

Further up, a Black Dragon coiled around a pillar, gazing down upon all, ready to devour at a moment’s discord.

The Golden Tiger perched with eyes shut, its aura nearly imperceptible. Yet merely sitting there made even the bold hesitate to disregard it.

Jiuling Yuanjun, leading his junior sister Chang Xi and junior brother Meng Ye, became the first to arrive at Shouyang Mountain.

Yet, as powerful as he was, upon seeing the Golden Tiger, his expression involuntarily changed, with Qi Power leaking out.

Such Great Demon, obedient as a Spirit Beast, guarding the mountain gate?

The current Golden Tiger Di Tu, with Luo Chen’s assistance, has fully absorbed the legacy left behind by the Ancient Demon Di Tian. Not only stepping into the realm of Great Demon Emperor in one stride but also perceiving the Original Source of Gold.

Especially with remnants of a God Transformation Ancient Demon breath left by Di Tian, enough to deter anything under Divine Transformation!

Chang Xi and Meng Ye exchanged glances, only then realizing the deep foundation of Luo Tian Sect.

Four Demon Emperors!

This alone situates Luo Tian Sect among the foremost Great Sects of Eastern Wasteland, not to mention the previously rumored numerous Nascent Soul True Masters.

”Senior Brother?”

Jiuling Yuanjun took a deep breath and forced a smile.

”Let’s go!”

He led the two towards the solemn, newly restored hall above, unable to refrain from turning back to look at the Golden Tiger.

Such a presence, subdued by Luo Chen?

Before reaching the hall entrance, several figures streamed out.

Jiuling Yuanjun looked around, most were familiar faces.

Wang Yuan, Ling Fengzi, Ghost Emperor Xiao Bai, and an elder and a youth, likely Hao Ranzi and Yu Jiaolong from earlier mentions.

Ling Fengzi greeted, smiling: ”Daoist Jiuling, long time no see, please leave your name here!”

A scroll had already been unfurled.

Jiuling Yuanjun barely managed a smile and casually left his Dao title on it.

He nodded to everyone, following Ghost Emperor Xiao Bai into the seemingly abyssal Shouyang Hall.

Chang Xi and Meng Ye did likewise, leaving their names on the scroll.

Ling Fengzi glanced back, telling Wang Yuan: ”Looks like Luo Chen’s senior brother has quite the pull. Three Nascent Soul True Masters arrived early.”

Wang Yuan calmly looked towards the outside of the mountain, where powerful glints were heading in this direction.

”More than three, there’s much to come. Ling Fengzi, you’re more familiar with the sects of Eastern Wasteland, so you’re in charge of reception while I handle name logging.”

Ling Fengzi stroked his beard with a smile, gladly taking on the task.

Next, Wang Yuan held the scroll, Ling Fengzi welcomed guests, as names renowned across Eastern Wasteland echoed in the announcements of Hao Ranzi and Yu Jiaolong.

The grand announcement, transmitted through the array, reached outside the mountain and even the entirety of Lingtian Pass.

”Fenghua Palace, Fenghua Fairy, Fengyue Fairy!”

”White Crane Gate, True Master Xian He, He Huang, Bai Yunfei!”

”Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Lin Qingxuan!”

”Hundred Beasts Sect, Qin Baixiang, Master Qi Lian!”

”Tiandu Sect, Tian Douzi...”

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”White Deer Cave, Master Peng Xiang, Ku Xiang True Master, Tie Guan Daoist, Nanping True Master, Hui Ming Hermit, Kongtongzi!”

”East Sun Sect, Great Elder Dongyang True Master!”

”Tianyuan Daoist Sect, Shi Chuanting, Lian Buwei!”

When the last two arrived with the Dong Yan Sect Elder, Ling Fengzi’s smile disappeared, and Wang Yuan suddenly lifted his head, staring intently at the three before him.

The originally warm atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Lian Buwei, keen in perception, noticed this instantly, raising an eyebrow: ”What, are we unwelcome?”

Wang Yuan grinned, the smile seeming somewhat sinister.

”Honored guests are always welcome. Please come in!”