Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

But this confidence did not last long.

On this day.

On Mi Realm Mountain, wind and clouds abruptly changed, Spirit Qi went wildly chaotic.

The entire space began to tremble, as if some existence was trying to forcibly squeeze its way in.

Over ten thousand Cultivators all walked out of their Cave Mansions, staring up at the sky in shock.

Ning Yuzhuo was among them, his face grave as he looked to the heavens.

Two Glints slowly flew over from nearby, landing before him with worry.

”Brother Ning, has the Gate of Life and Death made a move?”

”It should be.” Ning Yuzhuo’s expression flickered between Yin and Yang.

Another Nascent Soul True Master said in puzzlement, ”How would they dare? This Mi Realm Mountain exists within the chaos of spatial turbulence, the Yuan Qi is violently unstable. There is only one passage leading outwards; if they do not enter from that passage, how could they enter this realm?”

Ning Yuzhuo said in a low voice, ”Even if the Yuan Qi is turbulent, what if someone can control the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi?”

The two of them froze.

Ning Yuzhuo said desolately, ”It should be that Great Power of the Eastern Wasteland personally making a move.”

”This...”

”What are we to do?”

The three Nascent Soul True Masters looked at one another, not knowing how to respond.

Just then.

In the azure sky curtain, a crack opened.

It had been cleaved open by a sword!

Right after, two giant hands grabbed the edges of the crack and pulled them apart to both sides.

Rip—

An incomparably piercing sound rang out, drilling into the ears of every Cultivator on the mountain.

Those with low Cultivation Level were knocked unconscious on the spot.

Even someone as highly cultivated as the Demon Buddha Ning Yuzhuo could not keep his mind at ease.

Soon after, they saw a hand reach in through the crack.

The palm was spread flat, facing upwards, and a strand of Grey Light spun out from it.

That Grey Light was extremely small at first, but it grew as it met the wind, in an instant expanding to a size of hundreds and thousands of zhang.

Three legs and two ears, with a round bulging belly.

It was actually a grey cauldron!

The Great Cauldron hung in midair, emitting a hazy Light; strands of Primordial Magnetic Divine Light hung down like bead curtains, thousands of threads enveloping the whole Mi Realm Mountain.

”If you do not wish to die, then do not resist and enter my sleeve!”

A voice like a great bell and large drum resounded, drilling into everyone’s ears; even those unconscious could hear it.

Ning Yuzhuo sighed, ”Such a treasured land, in the end, is not something people like us can possess!”

He gave up resisting and allowed that wide sleeve’s suction force to draw him in.

The suction was so great that even with his whole body’s Qi Power he could not resist it.

Before being drawn in, Ning Yuzhuo could not help but sigh inwardly, ”With such heaven-penetrating means, he could have simply taken everyone away; why bother to speak kindly? This Divine Transformation Great Power truly has a good temper.”

Once he entered the sleeve, he felt heaven and earth spin, his thoughts slowing down.

In the muddled Chaos, Ning Yuzhuo felt the world turning upside down and suddenly snapped awake.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Over ten thousand Rogue Cultivators fell like dumplings into Nine Mist City.

In their daze, everyone looked up at the sky.

A white-clothed Daoist was slowly withdrawing his right hand, and in his palm there floated a Small Tripod emitting strange Light.

That Small Tripod seemed to exist in this realm, yet also as if it would break through space and fly away at any moment.

Seeing this scene, the world all knew that Mi Realm Mountain had fallen into the hands of that Great Power of the Eastern Wasteland!

”Who exactly is this senior?”

”Such a Breaking Space, mountain-moving method is truly inconceivable!”

”Judging from his appearance and his gentle, lenient attitude toward us Rogue Cultivators, could he be the legendary East Desolate Pill Sect?”

Voices of discussion rang throughout Nine Mist Immortal City.

Ning Yuzhuo was among them; only, for some reason, when he gazed up at the silhouette of that white-clothed Daoist, he felt a faint sense of familiarity.

”Have I seen this person before?”

...

”Congratulations, senior, on claiming this Treasure Mountain and enhancing the might of your Magic Item!”

On a certain mountain peak, Master Zi Yan offered sincere congratulations.

Luo Chen shook his head with a smile. ”It’s still not enough. Just like this cauldron of mine has three legs, if I want to achieve the stability of a tripod, I still need to add one more top-grade Spirit Mountain that can stand shoulder to shoulder with Primordial Magnet Divine Mountain and Mi Realm Mountain.”

Master Zi Yan was taken aback.

Primordial Magnet Divine Mountain was the gate of the North Sea Sacred Land Yuan Mo Sect, while Mi Realm Mountain had been formed when heaven and earth first opened; there were few in this world that could be mentioned in the same breath as those two.

From what he knew, there were only a scant few such mountains under heaven.

Such as the unfathomably dangerous Soulbreak Cliff; the Feather Race’s Holy Land Cangwu Mountain; Suspended Saber Peak, where the Demon Clan Great Power, Great Sage Beili, resided; or Yanfu Mountain, which had once hung high in the Nine Heavens but finally fell into Mingyuan.

He just didn’t know which famous mountain Luo Chen had set his sights on.

Though with Luo Chen’s strength, most of them would be within easy reach!

Following Luo Chen’s gaze northward, Master Zi Yan’s heart stirred.

”Could it be Suspended Saber Peak?”

”No!”

”He went to the North Sea first; there’s no reason for him to double back. In this direction...”

Master Zi Yan’s expression slightly tightened; he already had a guess.