Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

If not for this power, an ordinary Nascent Soul Stage cultivator would be grievously injured, if not dead, under the terrifying bombardment of meteors. How could they even talk about opportunities and creations?

In fact, this principle has always permeated Luo Chen’s entire cultivation journey.

Throughout his travels, he encountered countless opportunities and creations, but most of them he could only look upon without reaching.

Like the Golden Core Ruins in The Great River District, or the Bai Ye Cave Mansion among the Accumulated Thunder Ninth Mountain, which weren’t displayed before him?

Yet back then, with his inferior realm and weak power, even if such treasures were presented before him, he could only watch helplessly.

In the end, the opportunities and creations of the Immortal Cultivation World are all for those who are worthy.

And this ”worthiness” is qualification, is capability.

He, Luo Chen, now stands as a Great Power, and is undoubtedly more qualified than anyone to seize all kinds of creations and opportunities!

With a casual pluck!

The woman in red glanced at Luo Chen, then obediently entered the umbrella.

Luo Chen put away the Bone Umbrella and exited the Quiet Room.

Outside, Gu Caiyi had been waiting for a long time.

”Husband.”

”Hmm.” Luo Chen looked around while releasing his Divine Perception, ”And where are they?”

Gu Caiyi’s expression was somewhat peculiar: ”They’re outside, presently confronting the monks of the Hanging Temple.”

Luo Chen nodded, and through his Divine Perception, he’d already grasped the entire situation.

At this moment.

Because the Frost Eagle Shuttle had been hovering over the Hanging Temple for a long time, it drew the attention of its internal experts.

Especially upon sensing the overwhelming Demon Qi inside, the Hanging Temple was in a heightened state of alert.

Amidst the mountain ranges, there were countless temples with flourishing incense.

Truly worthy of being the first Buddhist Sect in the West Desert!

But the Hanging Temple today was not the Hanging Temple of past.

The true Hanging Temple had long been sealed by Master Xuan Du using the Spirit Treasure Glazed Pure Land.

The ones at the foot of the mountain were built by the group of strong cultivators who once attacked the Glazed Pure Land back then.

Though remnants, their power remains formidable.

No less than twenty aurae comparable to Nascent Soul Stage have tightly locked onto the Frost Eagle Shuttle, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

The leaders were the heads of the Dharma Hall and Precepts Hall.

In their rear, the head of the Arhat Hall was also on high alert, gathering all the temple’s experts.

Kong Chan and the others were without worry, whereas Qi Ying appeared puzzled.

Why would Senior Luo Chen provoke without reason?

Could it be he harbors resentment over the past assault by thirty-six monks of the Hanging Temple?

Details of the battle in the Glazed Pure Land back then have long spread across the world.

Luo Chen’s true rise to fame could be said to have begun from that battle.

Demoness Mo Luo joining forces to shatter the Arhat Formation strong enough to face Divine Transformation Great Power, remains a topic of praise to this day.

During the confrontation, two individuals emerged from the shuttle.

Though two emerged, all eyes were fixed solely on the man in white.

”It’s you!”

”Luo Chen!”

”Wuxiang Demon Luo!”

Exclamations issued from one monk after another.

Tian Xuan snorted coldly: ”Audacious, how dare you directly address our master’s name?”

”Tian Xuan, stand back.” Luo Chen smiled slightly, stepping forward, his gaze sweeping the crowd before finally settling on the two leading monks. ”How have you been, heads of the halls?”

The head of the Precepts Hall had a grim face, ”Luo Chen, do not presume because you slew a Daoist’s Great Power, you possess an invincible force in the world that you can insult our Hanging Temple. Should you offend today, even if we perish, rest assured, you won’t fare well.”

Luo Chen did not grow angry, and replied with a smile, ”Friend, you’re mistaken. If I intended to offend, would I come knocking like this?”

During the conversation, a wisp of aura emanated.

The cultivation level of the Dharma Hall’s head underwent an instant transformation in expression, ”God Transformation Realm!”

With these words, the experts of the Hanging Temple were visibly shaken.

Luo Chen, not yet at God Transformation back in the day, could already wage war against the Thirty-Six Arhat Array, holding his ground undefeated.

With Demoness Qing Shuang’s assistance, they forcibly broke the array and slew more than ten fellow disciples with a sword.

Luo Chen now having attained God Transformation, while the Hanging Temple can no longer gather the numbers for the Arhat Array.

With strength waning on their side, not to mention trying to ruin an enemy, even damaging the opponent’s robe corner might be a futile dream.

Thinking thus, the head of Dharma Hall held back the head of Precepts Hall, forcing a smile, ”What business might you have, Senior, in coming here?”

Luo Chen’s gaze turned wistful, looking skyward.

The infinite sky was the place whence frosty clear winds blew.

The Cui Lan Screen was just above!

And the true Hanging Temple was sealed within.

Moreover, the fallen Buddha that once made Master Xuan Du apprehensive — Mahakala, was also sealed within the Glazed Pure Land.

”This journey is but to fulfil an old promise of Daoist Friend Xuan Du from years past, to offer incense and nothing more.”

”Just incense?” The monks were taken aback.

Without delay, Luo Chen soared upward.

No one obstructed, not out of will, but lack of courage.

They could only watch helplessly as Luo Chen breached into the fierce clear winds.

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His Protective Aura was as thick as a mountain.

The Gang Winds beat upon it, emitting a piercing scraping sound.

”Is this the once impregnable Guardian Danger of the Buddhist Holy Land?”

”Within its bounds, an ordinary Nascent Soul Stage cultivator wouldn’t last long before being torn apart by this Cui Lan Screen.”

Luo Chen dared not be careless, cautiously guarding his spirit, showing the dark armor on his body.

He advanced step by step, finally stopping before an invisible boundary.

A familiar feeling welled up.

This invisible space was indeed the Glazed Pure Land!

”Xuan Du, with his entire Arhat cultivation, combined with the Spirit Treasure Glazed Pure Land, forcibly sealed the Hanging Temple!”

Luo Chen could sense how rich, how intense the aura of old friends inside that Spirit Treasure was.

More than that, there was a thought oppressed to its extreme, constantly yearning to break free from the seal.