Immortality Begins With The Alchemical Master Chapter 734: Blood Sword, Primordial Butcher, Soul Seal, Sword Lance Sets Sail, Divine Essence City - Novel Cool

Chapter 734: Blood Sword, Primordial Butcher, Soul Seal, Sword Lance Sets Sail, Divine Essence City

Chapter 734: Blood Sword, Primordial Butcher, Soul Seal, Sword Lance Sets Sail, Divine Essence City Encircled

A pitch-black hilt and a blood-red blade, a faint chill glimmered, like a solitary star. Upon closer inspection, it was the incredibly sharp tip of the sword.

This was the renowned Godslaying Blood Sword.

The name 'Godslaying' was not its original name, but merely a result of rumors that this sword had been bathed in Divine Transformation blood.

Luo Chen looked at the sword, hesitating.

By now, he was no longer the penniless and low-level Qi Refinement cultivator from Dahhefang.

As a Primordial Infant True Man, he possessed countless treasures.

Among all these treasures, only three truly caught his eye.

The first one, needless to say, was his long-nurtured Primordial Cauldron, a treasure with a profound foundation. After absorbing the nameless gray light and Tribulation Lightning power, it had become a True Artifact, and he could wield it with ease, achieving extraordinary results.

In combat, the Primordial Cauldron could restrain and suppress, its power was boundless. Internally, it could refine split souls and forge pills and artifacts. Especially in pill forging, Luo Chen's ability to quickly refine the Great Soul Pill and Celestial Essence Pill was not only due to his exceptional pill refining skills but also the Primordial Cauldron's outstanding performance.

The second treasure that Luo Chen cherished was the White Tiger Puppet.

With combat power comparable to a late-stage Primordial Infant, having control over it meant that Luo Chen would instantly gain an additional powerful assistant.

Luo Chen had initially planned to control the White Tiger Puppet first, and his split soul cultivation and puppetry studies were all in preparation for this.

However, after careful consideration, Luo Chen suppressed his impulse for the time being.

The reason was simple; the White Tiger's spirit within the puppet was too powerful. With his current soul strength, he might not be able to perfectly enslave it.

Even Han Zhan, in his heyday, had to exert great effort to barely control it, but he couldn't unleash its full potential.

Luo Chen acknowledged that his soul strength and puppetry skills were still inferior to Han Zhan's peak.

Moreover, refining this puppet required a sufficiently spacious environment.

If he took it out openly on someone else's territory, like Xiaoqiong Mountain, it might cause significant trouble.

For instance, his recent exchange and cultivation discussion with Zhou Yunding, where their Primordial Infants clashed, would undoubtedly attract the attention of many.

Luo Chen didn't want to reveal this trump card yet.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Luo Chen set his sights on the Blood Sword, which was no weaker than the White Tiger Puppet.

"A True Artifact capable of slaying a Divine Transformation expert is almost as good as a Spirit Treasure."

"Unlike refining a Spirit Treasure, which requires the recognition of the artifact's spirit, this sword is ultimately a True Artifact that can be forcibly refined!"

"Even if the refinement fails and its spirit is destroyed, it won't affect the sword's power."

"Blood Nightmare Demon King was also a Primordial Infant stage cultivator, and if he could do it, so can I."

"Once I master this sword, my combat strength will take a qualitative leap!"

Luo Chen's expectations were not arrogant or boastful.

All along, his strength had been formidable, and his combat abilities far surpassed his peers. However, he relied more on his own abilities and less on external objects.

To put it bluntly, Luo Chen had never possessed a powerful offensive weapon.

During the Qi Refinement stage, his primary combat method was spells, and the same was true during Foundation Establishment. Although he had many treasures in the Golden Core stage, he lacked a suitable offensive artifact.

Over the years, the only weapon that suited him was the Mystic Fire Sword, a crudely made low-grade artifact.

The Blood Sword in his hand, a True Artifact that had slain a Divine Transformation expert, was undoubtedly a top-tier treasure, and it might even have the potential to advance to the Spirit Treasure level in the future.

Currently, Luo Chen was only at the Primordial Infant stage, which matched the sword's level. Once refined, it wouldn't explode uncontrollably like the Heaven Refining Cauldron.

As for how to refine the Blood Sword's spirit, Luo Chen already had some ideas.

His hesitation faded, and his expression became solemn and determined.

His divine sense spread, gradually infiltrating the Blood Sword.

Even the blood-red light couldn't stop Luo Chen's persistence.

Within the Primordial Cauldron, Luo Chen was the master! This sword was merely a first-level captive, so how could it resist?

Soon, Luo Chen found the faint spiritual light.

"Is this the Blood Sword's spirit?"

Neither human nor beast, curled up like a placenta, it emitted a faint stench.

Luo Chen frowned, unable to find any similar race in his memory.

A demon beast? A magic beast? Or perhaps an artificial beast, or even a naturally spiritual monster? Regardless of its origin, his divine sense began to explore the spirit, searching for a suitable entry point.

Time passed slowly.

Gradually, Luo Chen found a clue from the motionless spirit.

"Three layers of seals!"

"One layer has been broken, and bloodstains cover it, with strong corrosive properties. If I'm not mistaken, this was done by the Blood Sea Ancestor of the Primordial Demon Sect. He tried to refine this sword but was severely injured. Afterward, he spent his entire life's cultivation residing in this sword until it was inherited by the Blood Nightmare Demon King."

"Is this second layer seal's gap the work of the Blood Nightmare Demon King?"

"That's good; I might be able to plant a soul seal on the spirit through these gaps."

Luo Chen retracted his divine sense, his face revealing realization.

The Blood Nightmare Demon King had undoubtedly attempted to refine this sword but failed, and the gaps in the seals were proof.

Could he succeed?

Luo Chen's lips curved up slightly, a plan forming in his mind.

...

Three days later.

Luo Chen sat cross-legged in the Primordial Cauldron, his eyes closed and his hands forming intricate seals.

Within his Purple Mansion, the Primordial Infant seemed to resonate with his actions, its chubby little hands forming the same seals.

As Luo Chen breathed, his facial muscles trembled, and gradually, a strand of golden light slowly emerged from between his eyebrows.

Upon closer inspection, it was a flame-like imprint.

This was the soul seal formed through the Puppetry Art.

Once implanted into a puppet, it was far more convenient than controlling through suspended threads, mana manipulation, or divine sense threads.

However, most puppet masters could not condense such a lifelike soul seal with a complete form.

Only those who had mastered the art of soul division and possessed a profound divine soul could achieve this.

As the soul seal flew out, Luo Chen didn't hesitate and directly threw it into the cauldron.

In an instant!

The cauldron was filled with blood-red light, and the Blood Sword seemed to sense something, erupting with layers of spiritual light, trying to stop the soul seal's invasion.

Is it unwilling to give up?

Doesn't it want to sit and wait for death?

At this moment, Luo Chen let out a cold snort.

"Suppress!"

The Primordial Cauldron trembled, and the intertwining colors of gold, cyan, blue, red, and yellow resembled soft silk ribbons, binding the Blood Sword layer upon layer.

Not only that.

Snap!

Streaks of silver-white electric arcs crackled within the cauldron, like whips, constantly lashing and intimidating the Blood Sword.

Even within the silver-white electric arcs, faint streaks of black electric arcs could be seen.

The tribulation lightning power absorbed by the Primordial Cauldron in the past was actually a black lightning beast!

The silver-white electric arcs were just the tip of the iceberg.

The black electric arcs were the essence of the tribulation lightning power.

Even Luo Chen, when facing enemies, would not dare to easily summon the black tribulation lightning. At this moment, he only slightly controlled a couple of them.

Under this powerful suppression and intimidation, the Blood Sword trembled continuously, emitting sword cries.

However, to Luo Chen, those cries sounded more like helpless wails of resistance.

"You might as well surrender to me!"

Luo Chen chuckled and controlled the soul seal to enter through the gaps and penetrate the second layer of seals, beginning the process of merging with the spirit.

During this process, some scenes appeared in his mind.

A small beast, born from the womb, devoured its eight siblings, and was full of ferocity.

A dazzling and eye-catching treasure sword, forged in a furnace and placed atop a mountain of weapons.

Suddenly, one day, the treasure sword broke through the mountain and entered a dark and gloomy world.

In that world, there were countless exotic beasts, and many people came and went.

Many tried to tame the treasure sword but ultimately failed.

There were also those who succeeded temporarily, but in the end, they couldn't leave that world and instead became sacrifices to the sword.

Among them was an elder wearing a plum blossom blood robe, a style somewhat familiar to Luo Chen, who personally held the sword.

The scene shifted.

The Blood Sword was carried out of that gloomy world by a mindless dragon soul, but it struggled and escaped midway, only to fall into the delicate hands of a woman.

That woman was incompetent and couldn't refine the sword at all. She could only use it as bait to lure a bigger fish.

The Blood Sword, being sharp and ruthless, left a sword scar on the forehead of a middle-aged man.

Under the influence of another consciousness, it was forced to fly back into that dark and lightless world, until someone brought it out again.

These scenes also included the various methods used by those who tried to refine the sword in the past.

Blood recognition, mana imprisonment, spirit enslavement, and even self-sacrifice to nurture it!

With so many methods employed, the spirit of the Blood Sword became polluted and emitted an unbearable stench.

Now, Luo Chen was going to try again!

The spirit slowly opened its eyes, its beastly eyes gazing at Luo Chen with a mix of cruelty and deep affection, before slowly closing them again.

At this moment, Luo Chen felt a resonance with the sword.

"Success?"

Luo Chen opened his eyes wide, both surprised and delighted.

But soon after, he shook his head.

Deep within the Blood Sword, there was still the thickest third layer of seals that hadn't been broken, and he had only barely gained control over the sword.

The proof was...

"Sword, come!"

With a wave of his hand, the five-colored silk ribbons of the Primordial Cauldron loosened, the silver-white electric arcs retracted, and the Blood Sword fell into his hand.

The tip of the sword trembled, seemingly trying to turn against Luo Chen himself, pointing towards him.

A thick desire for blood permeated the sword.

"It still wants to drink my blood, what a delusional thought."

Luo Chen remained calm and unafraid, holding the sword in one hand while the other caressed the blade, his mana ebbing and flowing, causing the blood-red light to instantly subside.

At this moment, without the distracting blood-red light, he finally saw two ancient inscriptions carved at the junction of the sword's blade and hilt.

[Primordial Butcher]

"Is this your true name?"

Luo Chen breathed a sigh of relief, casually swinging the Blood Sword, feeling it to be extremely satisfying, sharp beyond compare, as if it could cut through space itself.

"It's indeed a good name, and the Blood Sea Ancestor of the Primordial Demon Sect was indeed slaughtered by you."

Although Luo Chen knew that the sword's name was not given with this meaning, he was willing to associate it with such a connection.

Subsequently, Luo Chen offered the Primordial Butcher Sword on his knees, enveloping it with his mana like an ocean, and his divine sense continuously penetrated the sword.

Soul seal recognition was just the first step.

To truly unleash the power of this sword, he needed to constantly refine it, become more intimately familiar with it, and even find its rhythm of absorbing heavenly spiritual energy.

One step at a time!

...

Luo Chen thought of taking it one step at a time, but it seemed that things didn't go according to his wishes.

Some things just didn't follow personal intentions.

Earlier, Luo Chen was anxious about when Fu Chaosheng would return to Central State, but now he wished he would take his time.

But Fu Chaosheng had returned, and he had to face the reality that he both anticipated and feared.

"Time is running out. We'll leave tomorrow."

Fu Chaosheng spoke.

Seeing Luo Chen's confusion, he explained, "The sect sent a message that a powerful cultivator is about to ascend. I must return early to make some preparations."

Luo Chen was filled with doubts, but they all vanished in the face of the words "powerful cultivator's ascension."

He asked only one question, "Who is it?"

Fu Chaosheng shook his head, "When the time comes, you'll know. Be ready, we're leaving early tomorrow morning."

...

In Divine Essence City, Fu Chaosheng's return was not kept a secret.

Similarly, news of his departure was also released on the same day.

It was as if they were forcing people to take a stand.

Some high-level cultivators who were still on the fence had to make a decision within a short time.

The next morning, a group of over a thousand people left the city in a grand procession and arrived at a large ship at Whale Harbor.

Luo Chen looked up at the ship and felt a powerful aura emanating from it, no less than his own.

It wasn't from a living person, but from the ship itself.

Zhou Yunding spoke softly beside him, "It is said that this ship is made entirely from the body of a Sword Lance Whale. That Sword Lance Whale had once reached the Fourth Stage Demon Emperor realm in its lifetime. That's why it gives us such a breathtaking feeling."

"A ship made from a whale?" Luo Chen was surprised, "The Sea Emperor Whale, the leader of the Northern Sea Whale Clan, would surely be furious about this, right?"

But as soon as he said this, he laughed at himself.

This was the ship of the Heavenly Yuan Dao Sect!

It wasn't just a Fourth Stage Demon Emperor, even if the Sea Emperor Whale himself appeared, the Heavenly Yuan Dao Sect probably wouldn't give him any face.

It wasn't that Luo Chen was boasting about the power of the Dao Sect, but the fact that the Heavenly Yuan Dao Sect was so out of place in the Northern Sea said it all.

Countless demons surrounded the city, yet not a single one dared to attack.

Even now, as the Sword Lance Ship was about to depart with its passengers, the demons only dared to watch from a distance, not daring to come close.

The Black King, hidden in Luo Chen's sleeve, was curious, "Why aren't we using a teleportation array to go directly to Central State?"

Luo Chen shook his head.

A teleportation array would be convenient for a small group.

But at the moment...

He looked around, thousands of people gathered at the port, as dense as clouds.

Among them were high-level Primordial Soul True Men like himself, low-level Qi Condensation cultivators, and even infants held in women's arms.

Such a long-distance teleportation array would exert immense pressure during the process, which low-level cultivators couldn't bear.

Traveling by ship was faster and more convenient.

Moreover, according to Fu Chaosheng, when they reached the halfway point, some cultivators would use short-distance teleportation arrays to cross the dangerous terrain and reach Central State directly, while others would take the slow route by ship.

Luo Chen quickly sensed the number of Primordial Soul cultivators heading to Central State.

Including himself and Zhou Yunding, there were seven Primordial Soul True Men!

The remaining five had decent cultivation bases and were quite old, renowned figures who had once dominated the Northern Sea.

Over the years, whether due to the war between righteous and demonic paths, the Demon Alliance invasion, or personal considerations for their cultivation paths, they had decided to leave their homeland and go to Central State to join the Heavenly Yuan Dao Sect.

"In just one trip, the Heavenly Yuan Dao Sect has recruited seven True Men. After the ancient times, in the past three thousand years, who knows how many powerful cultivators from other states have been absorbed by the Heavenly Yuan Dao Sect."

Luo Chen took a deep breath and turned his gaze towards Fu Chaosheng, who was talking with others.

There were four people, the four great elders of the Heavenly Yuan Commerce Alliance in the Northern Sea.

No one knew the content of their conversation, but when Fu Chaosheng bowed and took his leave, the three great elders, led by Shen Wanding, had solemn expressions.

"Everyone, let's board the ship!"

Fu Chaosheng took the lead and boarded the Sword Lance Ship.

The rest didn't swarm onto the ship but followed the Dao Sect disciples' lead and boarded one by one.

"This way, Luo Zhenren!"

To everyone's surprise, the first of the seven Primordial Soul cultivators from the Northern Sea to be invited onto the ship wasn't Zhou Yunding, who had the highest cultivation base, but Huang Sanren, the youngest and lowest-level cultivator.

Seeing Fu Hongzhang's sincere invitation and feeling the piercing gazes from behind, Luo Chen's expression remained calm.

"Let's go!"

He stepped onto the ship.

Tianxuan, Sang Jinghe, and Zhang Jingqing followed closely behind.

Zhou Yunding, who was standing nearby, watched this with a complex expression.

The boarding order itself revealed something.

And he, was placed last among the seven True Men.

"It's too late, everything is too late. I came too late, and my age is also too advanced. Although I seem to have the highest cultivation base, I'm actually the least valued. My family spent countless years of savings just to get a spot on the ship. I wonder if this trip will be worth it?"

Zhou Yunding turned to look at his clan members, each with different expressions. Some were reluctant to leave their homeland, while others were filled with anticipation for their destination.

"Never mind, being able to find them a place to settle is the last thing I can do. The younger generation will have their own blessings, and the future is in their hands."

"Let's board the ship!"

He said calmly, signaling for his clan members to follow the Yuan Mo Sect disciples onto the Sword Lance Ship.

After the Zhou family boarded, there were no more passengers.

At the front of the ship, Fu Chaosheng nodded towards the three people on the dock and then disappeared into the depths of the ship.

The Sword Lance Ship hummed and vibrated, emitting a spiritual light, parting the giant waves as it slowly set sail.

Under the layers of white foam, the ship's sail hung high, and the Sword Lance Ship resembled a giant whale swimming towards the distant horizon.

After they left.

Shen Wanding released his divine sense, scanning the surroundings with a mocking smile.

"You cowards, hiding behind your shells and eggs, the situation is already set, but you shrink from taking action. You'll never achieve greatness."

"Go back, after today, the Divine Essence City will be sealed off!"

At his command, countless cultivators from Whale Harbor retreated like a tide back into the city, and the massive city gates closed with a thunderous boom.

One by one, the Heavenly Yuan Energy Cannons extended their dark, thick muzzles from the city walls, overlooking the Northern Sea.

(End of Chapter)

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