Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

In the deep and colorless universe, endless dust floats.

These dust particles vary in shape and size.

The smaller ones are almost invisible, while the larger ones resemble land, devoid of any sign of Spirit Qi, drifting lifelessly in the cosmos, wandering in isolation, quietly awaiting the erasure of time.

Yet, it’s not always so peaceful.

Fortunate ones, when passing by a star, may be drawn in by its powerful gravity, eventually landing and returning to dust.

Within this endless dust, a giant thousands of feet tall drifts silently.

The sense of lifelessness is no different from the other dust, but beyond that, a faint blue-white flame stretches like branch veins, enveloping and protecting its entire body.

This flame is very dim, appearing as though covering the giant exhausts all its strength, incapable of doing more.

Suddenly!

The blue-white flame seems to sense something, trembling violently.

In a place exceedingly far away, a light flashes and disappears.

Immediately following, an inexplicable force rolls in like cosmic tides.

Where it passes, dust is swept in with no chance of resistance.

Fragments of planets, mingling among rocks and minerals, collide endlessly, with the fragile ones reduced to fine powder.

The giant is among them too.

Its body is indestructible, and anything that approaches is annihilated.

But the cosmic tides have been churning for too long, and amidst continuous collisions, the already unfeeling giant body gradually wears down.

The blue-white flame covering its body can only protect a few key areas in the end.

In this cosmic drift, time holds no meaning.

Even the most enduring existence will eventually wear away.

Though the giant’s body is incredibly strong, and the blue-white flame guards it, under the ever-surging cosmic tides, its decay is only a matter of time.

Suddenly!

A wisp of Grey Light rises from the battered giant’s body.

This Grey Light comes abruptly, but it seems to have existed for a long while.

It gradually morphs in shape, finally transforming into a grey butterfly.

If the giant’s consciousness were awake, at the moment of seeing this grey butterfly, it would understand its essence as the power of a Tribulation Gu left by a certain Divine Monarch from long ago.

At this moment, the grey butterfly appears to realize something, fervently flapping its wings.

With the butterfly’s Feathered Wings fluttering, the forward-rolling cosmic tides inexplicably veer.

In the end, the grey butterfly disappears completely, while the giant is pushed by the tides to an unknown realm.

Fortune and misfortune are interdependent.

Within the death tribulation lies rebirth!

...

In a scene of Chaos, suddenly Golden Waves ripple.

Subsequently, thoughts as numerous as the sands of the Ganges flood in.

Colliding with each other, they evoke a sensation as intense as exploding planets.

”Mmm...”

A groan of pain echoes clearly in the small room.

On a bed stacked with bricks and wood, a man lies.

Upon close inspection, one would notice his eyeballs twitching constantly beneath his eyelids, accompanied by groans of agony.

Suddenly!

His eyes open abruptly, revealing a pair of awe-inspiring, unfathomably deep eyes.

”Phew!”

As his eyes open, the Turbid Qi accumulated within him is exhaled suddenly.

But just this single action seems to involve his entire being, sending searing pain through every corner of his body.

For an ordinary person, they might already have fainted.

But the man’s capacity to endure pain surpasses anyone else, only large beads of sweat appear on his face without further cries of pain.

He just lies quietly on the wooden stone bed, staring at the low ceiling.

His gaze is unmoving, as if in a daze, yet perhaps in contemplation.

Time flows ceaselessly, and the light falling through the gaps in the roof also dims.

Rumble!

The abrupt sound of thunder booms from outside.

This thundering sound seems to awaken the man, and he unconsciously frowns.

This thunder carries an unfathomable majesty, unlike any thunder sound he had heard before.

It feels as though any living being must submit to it, daring to confront it would lead to obliteration of both form and Divine Soul!

The man can only be relieved that he hadn’t released his Divine Perception, otherwise, a single thunder sound might shatter his Divine Soul.

However, what brings him more bitterness is that it wasn’t due to luck that he hadn’t released his Divine Perception, but rather because he couldn’t extend it out.

A massive Divine Soul, majestic as a grand prison, feels as if it’s been sealed, utterly unresponsive.

Forced into a corner, the man painfully shifts his gaze, surveying his surroundings.

The low, cracked ceiling, walls made of piled broken planks, a stone-formed table in the center, an iron chain hangs down in a corner, alongside tools resembling sickles and hoes... Lastly, the cold, hard wooden stone bed beneath him and the blanket with a peculiar scent covering him.

All things are simple, plainly laid out.

Yet surveying his surroundings seems to exhaust all his energy.

As he retracts his gaze, he can hear the torrential rain pouring outside.

Even within the house, the rustling sound of rain reverberates.

Tip-tap!

Tip-tap!

Under the heavy downpour, raindrops gather into streams, some drip through the rooftop gaps into the room.

In a moment, a sensation of dampness and gloom arises spontaneously.

The man quietly senses all this, a trace of bitterness forming at the corners of his mouth.

In his life, even at the most difficult times, had he ever fallen to such a dire state?

And all this, thanks to that person!

”Demon...”

Overwhelming hatred, yet caught in the mouth, unable to be voiced.

Even speaking seems unbearably difficult for him now.

The man’s eyes slowly close.

Just then, amid the grand rain outside, hurried footsteps are heard.

Following that, the clanking of metal skirmishes echoes, seemingly reflecting the image of someone fumbling with the door, frantically.

Click!

As the lock falls, the wooden door swings open.

A brief flash of light, and then the door swiftly shuts again.

A figure enters, muttering in a shivering voice.

”So cold, so cold!”

Entering the room, the person quickly sets down what they were carrying and moves to the center.

They seem to bump into something, eliciting a cry of pain and a slight jangle of the iron chain.

Fsshh...

A warmth spreads as the Flames rise, gradually diffusing.

Then comes the soft rustle of clothes being removed, and the sound of washing the body with water.

After entering the room, various sounds continue to unfold, though all are very gentle, as if afraid to disturb something.

Eventually, the aroma of rice permeates, finally dispelling the discomforting sense of cold dampness in the house.

”It’s time to eat!”

As though talking to themselves, or perhaps inviting someone, the person sits with a bowl on the bed’s edge.

She scoops a spoonful of thin porridge, aiming to feed the man lying on the bed.

Just then, a pair of eyes open slowly, gazing quietly at the other.

This scene was unexpected.

The woman freezes, the porridge slipping off the spoon, spilling on the man’s mouth corner.

The woman, in a flurry, grabs a cloth to wipe the man’s mouth.

As she wipes, she asks, ”You’re awake? When did you wake up? What’s your name? Did it burn you?...”

A string of questions follows, but the only response is the man’s raspy voice, like sandpaper rubbing.

”Luo... Chen.”