Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Translator: 549690339

At this moment.

Not only had Ghost City been alarmed, but numerous rogue cultivators outside The Great River District who struggled for their livelihood were also startled.

Everyone halted their actions, casting fearful glances towards the Big River Ghost City.

In the sky, birds cried out in fear, fleeing away.

On the ground, animals were fleeing in all directions, disregarding everything.

Inside Mountain Feng, large areas of rock were collapsing.

A massive figure was struggling to stand in the depths of the ground.

Within the Ghost Realm, countless Yin Energy, Ghost Qi, and Evil Qi were flooding towards him.

His somewhat unreal body was becoming increasingly solid with these energies filling him up.

The low thunderous breathing seemed like a roaring thunderstorm, rumbling incessantly.

This was not a weak ghost king who had been suppressed for hundreds of years and was lingering on the brink of extinction.

But rather, a powerful ghost king who had just come to life and was in its nascent state.

In his previous life, he was a Yu Ding Sword Cultivator heralded for his combat prowess!

Rumble…

A loud noise echoed.

Luo Chen instinctively turned his head back.

Mountain Feng, which had accompanied him for three years, was collapsing.

A gold and black intertwined body was kneeling down in the depths of the Earth Vein, trying to stand up slowly.

At that very moment.

Out of nowhere, a sound of a sword echoed in the void.

Zing!

A strange phenomenon occurred.

On Mountain Feng, a Mysterious Yellow Tripod was slowly materializing.

A heavy large sword, like a stick of incense, was inserted in the center of the tripod.

The tripod was perfectly placed right above the body of Pang Renxiong.

Did it seem to suppress him?

“The sword and the tripod ringing together… Linghu Jie… You should die, you should die!!!”

The bitter and cold voice echoed intermittently from the ghost body.

It was full of sorrow and anger in that cry and howl.

Amidst the ringing of the sword and the tripod, the colossal ghost body, which was about to stand up, was once again slowly suppressed.

In the distance!

Luo Chen, who was about to make his escape from the Dao Debate Platform, saw this scene and was taken aback.

He had seen this scene before.

That was during the time when Pang Renxiong fought against the three Ghost Kings and the mysterious Golden Core Ascendant Master.

That grand battle, in the end, concluded with the resonating ring of the sword and the tripod.

To his surprise, this technique still lingered today.

Looking at it now.

Pang Renxiong was going to be suppressed again before he could fully resurrect.

Just as Luo Chen felt a bit of relief, he was suddenly covered in goosebumps in the next instant.

The Ghost King, who had been bent over under pressure, glanced at him with hazy eyes while tilting his body.

The Ghost King suddenly raised his hand and pointed his illusory sword finger at him!

Zing! Zing! Zing!

Zing! Zing! Zing!

Zing! Zing! Zing!

Under that one pointed finger, both inside and outside the Dao Debate

Platform, and upon the ruins of Mountain Feng.

Countless residual Sword Qi, as if summoned, burst into a ringing sound.

Then, thousands of swords soared into the sky.

Their tips were pointing diagonally, transforming into a vast stream of light, rushing towards Luo Chen like a waterfall.

The speed was so fast that it caught him off guard.

Luo Chen was in a complete panic, feeling his life was at its end!

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.

A sword-shaped token burst out with a brilliant light, shielding him.

“Master!!!”

A hoarse shout came from Luo Chen’s mouth.

Along with this shout, the vast stream of light paused for a moment.

It then deviated slightly and exploded around Luo Chen.

Chi! Chi! Chi…

No deafening explosion was heard.

There was only the sound of a knife cutting through tofu, refreshing to the senses.

Luo Chen gulped and did not hesitate any longer.

Putting away the sword-shaped token, he turned into a ray of golden light and darted into the passage leading to the outer world.

Underneath Mountain Feng.

The Ghost King transformed from Pang Renxiong reluctantly retracted his finger.

“Master… Disciple…”

The murmured voice gradually faded into silence amongst the sound of the ringing sword and the tripod.

“Huff… Huff… Huff…”

Quick and short breaths continuously came from Luo Chen’s mouth.

From the place of hardship under Mountain Feng, to White Stone Plaza.

A short distance of several miles felt like a lifetime had passed.

Under the assault of ten thousand swords, a slide-show of his life ran through his mind.

Without the years of practicing the Ming God’s Divine Cleanse, which made his consciousness extremely stable, he might have given up and waited for death at that moment.

“Who would have thought that in the end, it would be the token given to me by Pang Renxiong that saved my life.”

On the banks of Lan Cang, the phrase ‘excellent disciple’ still rings in my ears.”

Through in the end I didn’t make the journey, I still called you ‘Master’!”

Luo Chen let out a bitter laugh.

A sequence of circumstances and changes made the journey so complicated.

“Once my Dao cultivation progresses and I gain some insight into life, I will surely help you get out of your suffering.”

Luo Chen paused to catch his breath, preparing to take a step.

Suddenly, his body sensed a piercing gaze that made him extremely uncomfortable.

Turning his head back.

A pair of sharp, somber eyes were staring intently at him.

No.

To be more precise, they were staring at the Golden Sword Pill hovering beside him.

“Give… it… back…”

“Give it… back…”

“Give it back!”

Starting off as intermittent mutterings.

And ending in a roar, all within an instant.

This time, Luo Chen did not hesitate at all.

The sword light flared enormously!

The Soul-Refining Flag was unfurled!

A large tripod suddenly expanded, throwing out four-colored tassels, and opened up a space of one mile.

In his hand, the proud sun was slowly rising.

A fierce battle unknowingly erupted in the Ghost City.

Luo Chen summoned all his might.

In just an instant, he completely suppressed the Ghost General transformed by

Luo Tianhong.

“While you were alive, I had to respect you a bit.”

“After death…”

“Why would you seek trouble and find me?”

Luo Chen’s gaze was icy cold, as he raised a giant fireball and smashed it down fiercely.

A loud exploding sound echoed.

The fierce high temperature spread like ripples.

The Yin Energy around disintegrated like snow under the sun.

The Ghost General’s body, which was originally pulled by the Soul-Refining

Flag, and suppressed by the Four Symbols Tripod.