Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

At the very center, an extremely aged elder with graying temples, looking as withered as deadwood, sat cross-legged; the spot he occupied was exactly where the Tianyuan of the chessboard lay.

Suddenly!

The elder’s heavy eyelids twitched, and the dormant Qi Power on his body stirred slightly.

Noticing his abnormality, someone asked with concern, ”Elder Brother Ke, what’s wrong?”

The elder slowly opened his eyes and gazed into the distance.

”Among this batch of disciples who entered the Cave Heaven for cultivation, is there anyone with exceptionally outstanding talent?”

”Reporting to Elder Brother Ke, ten people entered the Cave Heaven, all of them elites among men. In particular that Zhou Fuqiu, who possesses the Xuanming Dao Body, can be called a peerless standout!”

The elder seemed to be pondering, muttering, ”Then that should be him.”

Everyone was puzzled.

But very soon, with the elder’s soft and satisfied murmur of ”He has formed his Nascent Soul,” they suddenly understood.

After that came voices of praise one after another, endlessly.

Everyone knew Zhou Fuqiu’s talent and aptitude, but it had only been some thirty-odd years since he entered the Cave Heaven, and he had already formed his Nascent Soul.

If this were placed in the Outer World, he could even be hailed as one who formed his Nascent Soul in a hundred years!

Such terrifying cultivation speed, looking across the Mountain Sea Realm for tens of millions of years, would probably count as unprecedented.

”Junior Brother Li, invite him over. Although this Spiritual Treasure, the Lan Ke Chessboard, has long since acknowledged me as its master, I am, in the end, not a Divine Transformation Great Power. When the time comes and we wish to urge it into action, we must rely on the strength of you all. Since Zhou Fuqiu has already formed his Nascent Soul, he can also serve as a reserve force, lending a hand when you can no longer hold on.”

The Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator whom the elder addressed as Junior Brother Li was precisely that Junior Master Li from earlier, when they entered the Cave Heaven.

He hailed from the Li Family, one of the Twelve Great Houses; his realm was not high, around the Nascent Soul Third Layer. However, his network was vast and his interpersonal relations excellent; whether up or down the hierarchy, most people knew him.

Now that he had received the order, Junior Master Li did not decline; he controlled his Glint and flew off in the direction indicated by the elder.

In fact, the two sides were not that far apart, for the Three-tiered Waterfall itself counted as an inner region of the Mirage Dragon Cave Heaven.

By the time Junior Master Li arrived, the Three-tiered Waterfall had already returned to its former tranquility, with only a fine drizzle continuously falling.

Junior Master Li surveyed the surroundings but did not see any desolation usually left behind by a cultivator after transcending tribulation; he only felt that this junior was indeed formidable, having weathered tribulation alone with apparent ease.

What did move him deeply were the old scorch marks and sword scars on the exposed rocks.

”These should be the traces left back then, during the Cave Heaven Competition five hundred years ago, when the Huang Independent Cultivator Luo Chen single-handedly contended against Shi Ju, Ancient Plains, Gu Daosu and the others. I didn’t expect that after so many years, they still haven’t been worn away by time.”

With such thoughts, Junior Master Li had already detected the Array traces laid down by Zhou Fuqiu.

He walked forward rather politely, opened his mouth to call out, then stopped just as the words were about to leave his lips.

Zhou Fuqiu had only just formed his Nascent Soul and should be at the critical moment of consolidating his realm; rashly disturbing him might affect him.

Elder Brother Ke was not in a hurry either, so he might as well leave behind a letter to inform the other party.

Taking out a Sound Transmission Talisman, Junior Master Li recorded a Divine Consciousness Voice Transmission into it, then sent it in. After it circled briefly, he leisurely turned back.

Meanwhile, within the Cave Mansion inside the Three-tiered Waterfall, Zhou Fuqiu was still seated cross-legged on a meditation cushion.

Strangely, his Nascent Soul was revealed outside, its gaze fixed intently on his own Physical body.

”Why is there a spring sealed within my Physical body, and not just any spring, but one that contains the Water Origin!”

”Is this the source of my Xuanming Dao Body physique?”

”Whose work is this?”

”Father, Mother... or the Ancestor?”

Zhou Fuqiu could not make sense of it, and at the instant his Nascent Soul returned to his Physical body, the seal upon that spring shattered like a collapsing dike, unraveling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In that moment, boundless and vast power flooded Zhou Fuqiu’s entire being.

He looked at his own hands; with a light clench, it was as if he held rivers, lakes, and seas in his grasp.

He raised his head to look at the Cave Mansion’s dome; his sight seemed to pierce through the stone walls and behold the curtain of drizzle outside.

”Scatter!”

He murmured, and in an instant, the rain clouds blanketing the sky dispersed.

Such a means of commanding the transformations of heaven and earth’s grand momentum was no longer something an ordinary Nascent Soul True Master could grasp.

Zhou Fuqiu fell into silence.