Immortality Begins With The Alchemical Master Chapter 918: Convergence of Forces, Divine Abilities to Vanquish the Enemy - Novel Cool

Chapter 918: Convergence of Forces, Divine Abilities to Vanquish the Enemy

Chapter 918: Convergence of Forces, Divine Abilities to Vanquish the Enemy

February 19, 2025

The news of Luotian Zong's grand ceremony for Qu Lingjun's Condensation was not limited to the Luotian Domain.

Many factions keeping a close eye on Luotian Zong's movements gradually received this information.

After all, Lu Chen intentionally extended the time by half a year to recall Luotian Zong's scattered disciples.

Within half a year, with the communication speed of high-level Xiu Xianjie cultivators, it was possible to inquire about the related situation.

In the neighboring Piao Miao Domain, Gu Hong was having a secret conversation with someone.

"Elder Brother Yonghua, is our sect truly gone?"

Lin Yonghua's expression was desolate, even bearing a hint of despair.

"Indeed, it's gone. I personally went to the edge of the Abyss, and all I saw was a scene of raging thunder and fire, with the Abyss waters surging."

"Not a single person survived in Shangyou Xiancheng."

Gu Hong swallowed, "What about Dongyang Zong? Didn't you inquire about their situation?"

Lin Yonghua) shook his head, "How dare I go there? Don't you know that Tianyuan Dao Zong has already started to encroach upon Dong Huang? Dongyang Zong was the first to surrender and submit to them."

"How dare they!"

Gu Hong cursed and stood up, pacing back and forth in the secret room.

"Back then, Dongyang Zong received many favors from our Abyss Sect. Every year, they had disciple quotas to enter our Abyss Sect for exchange and study. Even Dongyang Zong's grand elder was able to advance to the late Yuan Ying stage thanks to the guidance of Tian Yuan Old Ancestor. Now, they surrender without a fight and welcome the enemy, Tianyuan Dao Zong, into Dong Huang!"

Lin Yonghua's expression was lost, and he muttered, "When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. It's just a common occurrence."

"A common occurrence?"

Gu Hong turned his head abruptly, his face filled with anger.

"If everyone were like this, our Abyss Sect would truly be gone."

Lin Yonghua raised his head in a daze, gazing at this hot-tempered junior.

"What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Gu Hong retorted, "Don't you want to rebuild the Abyss Sect and restore the glory of the sacred land?"

Lin Yonghua pointed at him, "Rely on you?"

Then he pointed at himself, "Rely on me?"

After that, he shook his head, "We're both only in the early Yuan Ying stage. What can we do to restore the glory of the Abyss Sect and the hundred sects that once paid homage?"

Gu Hong's anger on his face not only didn't subside due to his self-defeating words but intensified, and he spoke with spittle flying.

"Our Abyss Sect is a large family with a grand legacy. Even if the sacred land is gone and Shangyou City is destroyed, are there no survivors?"

"You are one, and I am one. There are also the members of the Abyss Sect scattered across various places, handling secular affairs."

"Not only that, but there are countless Yuan Ying sects in Dong Huang that have received our sect's favors. As long as we raise a banner, there will surely be people who come to join us!"

As Lin Yonghua listened to these words, the lost expression on his face gradually faded.

However, in the end, he still felt somewhat disinterested.

"They're all mediocre!"

Indeed, in his opinion, everything and everyone that Junior Brother Gu Hong mentioned were just mediocre.

If they were truly talented, how could they be sent out by their sects to handle secular affairs, wasting their cultivation time? Not everyone is like Ye Lingtian, who can directly preside over important matters like the war between the two races after leaving the sect.

Relying on these people to accomplish something is probably just a pipe dream.

Gu Hong shouted angrily, "Why are you so self-defeating, Elder Brother? Do you want to follow Dongyang Zong and establish your own sect?"

Lin Yonghua was somewhat moved.

However, before he could express this thought, Gu Hong mentioned a name.

"Chong Ming!"

"Don't forget, Chong Ming is still alive!"

"He is the personal disciple of He Ze Old Ancestor and has received the grace of Dan Sheng in Zhongzhou. Now, he has already comprehended the true meaning of the law and is traveling around. One day, he might be able to achieve the Hua Shen stage and rebuild the Abyss Sect!"

Lin Yonghua's expression was shaken as he thought of his junior.

His talent was indeed extraordinary.

Lin Yonghua stammered, "But we don't know where he is now."

Seeing his senior brother relent, Gu Hong's anger gradually subsided.

He calmly said, "That's why we need to raise a grand banner, gather our old members, let the world know that our Abyss Sect has not completely fallen, and also attract Chong Ming's attention."

Lin Yonghua raised his head and asked, "How do you plan to do it?"

Gu Hong's mouth curled into a sinister smile.

"Elder Brother hasn't been home recently, so you may not know that the neighbor nearby is about to hold a grand ceremony for the disciples of the Dan Sect."

"When the sacred land was destroyed and the Dan Sect perished, it should have been a time for the world to mourn. Instead, they don't think of remembering their ancestors and want to put on this show of happiness."

"Don't you think they deserve punishment?"

Lin Yonghua frowned, "Do you want to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, deal with Luotian Zong, and then re-establish the Abyss Sect's banner?"

"Exactly!" Gu Hong nodded without hesitation and then changed the topic, "Back then, the Old Ancestor asked us to leave the sacred land of the Abyss and establish a family here. The purpose was not to expand and multiply but to keep an eye on Luotian Zong. Once the Dan Sect showed any unusual movements in the sacred land, we were to immediately take down Luotian Zong to restrain the Dan Sect."

"Now that the Dan Sect has also perished along with the Abyss Sect, I don't see any need for Luotian Zong's existence!"

Lin Yonghua nodded, "Indeed, there's no need for their existence."

The two brothers looked at each other, finally reaching an unspoken agreement.

From start to finish, they didn't care about Luotian Zong's reaction or consider whether they could take them down.

In the face of the world, the Luo Tian Sect's displayed strength was not to be underestimated, and they had no doubts about their own capabilities.

This was the pride of the Sacred Land's disciples!

True to their word, the two immediately gathered their clan members and disciples, marching north with an army, intending to present a grand gift for Qu Lingjun's Great Ceremony of Condensation.

...

Within the Wu Xing Domain.

The mountain, perpetually shrouded in thick clouds and mist, had become a forbidden zone.

All disciples of the Wu Xing Shen Sect were forbidden by their sect leader, Shen Huo Zhenren, from approaching Shen Yuan Peak.

The crowd assumed that the sect leader was concerned about disturbing the Supreme Elder's secluded meditation.

Only Shen Huo Zhenren knew that this was not his primary concern.

Even he himself rarely ventured onto this mountain.

But this time, he had to make the journey himself.

Amidst the anxious wait, the formation on the mountain slowly opened, and he gathered his courage to step inside.

"What's the matter?"

A hoarse voice, filled with a chilling aura, sent a shiver down his spine.

Shen Huo Zhenren lowered his head, not daring to meet the gaze of his senior brother.

He informed his senior brother about everything that had happened over the years, especially the major event of the Mingyuan Sacred Land's destruction.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan's heart trembled, and he felt a complex mix of emotions.

At that moment, Shen Huo's expression changed drastically as he sensed numerous familiar auras within.

The auras of Lin Mu Senior Brother, Qing Chi Junior Sister... and even the presence of the old ghost, Mo Tian Lao Gui, were among them.

"What exactly is he doing?" Shen Huo wondered.

After a while, a sinister laughter echoed from within the cave mansion.

"It's over!"

"It's really over!"

"If it weren't for He Ze forcing us to go to Cangwu Mountain back then, I wouldn't have ended up in this sorry state!"

"Qixia Yuanjun only left behind a means, and it caused us so much harm. They should have anticipated that the other party would seek revenge."

"The Mingyuan Sect has been sitting high and mighty in the Donghuang for too long, blinded by their arrogance, thinking no one dares to provoke them."

"It's a pity I didn't achieve the Hua Shen stage. Otherwise, I would have gone to them and told them about the humiliation I've endured over the years!"

Shen Huo lowered his head, not daring to utter a word.

He understood that beneath his senior brother's servitude to the Mingyuan Sect, there was deep-seated resentment.

A long time ago, the Mingyuan Sect had promised to accept his senior brother into their mountain, allowing him to cultivate on Mount Yanfu to break through to the Hua Shen stage.

After all, with his five spiritual roots, ordinary spiritual veins couldn't support his ascent to higher realms.

Only Mount Yanfu could do so! Yet, after so many years, his senior brother had done so much for the Mingyuan Sect, even damaging his cultivation for them, but they never extended an olive branch.

In the end, they casually sent his senior brother back to his hometown.

The disdain and manipulation were unbearable for any Yuan Ying True Cultivator.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The laughter abruptly turned into a coughing fit.

Shen Huo quickly reminded him, "Senior Brother, take care of your health."

Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes, smiling yet not smiling, "You still care about me?"

Shen Huo's expression became solemn, and he quickly changed the topic, "I heard that the Luo Tian Sect is holding a Great Ceremony of Condensation for one of Dan Zong's disciples, Luo Chen. It's happening soon. Should we..."

However, unlike their previous attitude towards the Luo Tian Sect, this time, Senior Brother Shen Yuan seemed disinterested.

"Forget it. Luo Chen is dead, and there's no point in going after those who depended on him like parasites."

Shen Huo nodded, then respectfully bowed and prepared to take his leave.

But as he reached the entrance of the cave mansion, a gloomy voice called out from behind.

"It's been almost nine years. Why hasn't a single one of those disciples achieved the Yuan Ying stage?"

Shen Huo trembled, wanting to explain, but his senior brother seemed too lazy to listen. He merely said, "Don't let me down!"

...

The news of Luo Chen's only direct disciple's Great Ceremony of Condensation spread far and wide.

The friendly sects, Shen Fu Zong and Jiu Ling Zong, also received the news.

However, they couldn't spare the time.

They were currently facing the immense pressure of the Demon Race's army outside the Six Domains of the Far East, so how could they personally visit?

Moreover, although it was not appropriate to mention the cooling of relationships, the news of the Mingyuan Sect's destruction and the death of Dan Zong's Luo Chen was common knowledge.

Under these circumstances, Fu Lao and Jiu Ling Yuanjun could only send one or two disciples with a grand gift, expressing their goodwill.

The varied reactions from different parties revealed the complexities of human nature.

High above in the Jiu Tian, a figure chased the wind and the moon, his face filled with raging killing intent, and his body carried a raging demonic wind.

"Luo Chen!"

"Even if you're dead, I won't forget the grudge from those years!"

"The day of the Luo Tian Sect's celebration will be the day I bathe your disciples and grandchildren in blood and sever your lineage!"

...

"Why so quiet?"

Gu Hong and Lin Yonghua appeared at the entrance of the Luo Tian Sect.

Behind them were over ten thousand cultivators gathered by the Gu and Lin families.

Among them were numerous Jin Dan clan members and disciples, as well as many recruited outsiders.

Additionally, there were countless Zhu Ji cultivators, showcasing a mere glimpse of the Mingyuan Sect's power during its heyday.

Just these two separated families had such a solid foundation!

Perhaps this was why the destruction of the Mingyuan Sect had shocked the Donghuang so profoundly.

Gu Hong explained, "Senior Brother Lin may not know this, but the Luo Tian Sect hasn't been recruiting new disciples like ordinary Yuan Ying sects in recent years.

In addition to the original members, a few more were added, but as of now, there are only around five to six hundred disciples."

"Five to six hundred disciples? This doesn't seem like the style of a Yuan Ying supreme sect that controls the resources of an entire domain!" Lin Yonghua frowned, his divine sense spreading out to search for the enemy.

Gu Hong raised his hand and pointed towards the direction of Mota Mountain.

"For this Condensation Great Ceremony, the Luo Tian Sect did not invite outsiders to attend, it's just an internal celebration."

"And the location of the celebration is the very same Mota Mountain where Luo Chen once resided."

"We're going straight to the heart of the matter!"

Lin Yonghua's face turned solemn, "If that's the case, then let's go!"

Over ten thousand cultivators set off in a grand manner towards the towering Mota Mountain.

From the mountain gate to Mota Mountain, it was a distance of only a thousand li.

With the speed of an average Zhuji cultivator, it might take some time.

But Gu Hong and Lin Yonghua couldn't wait, they left the main group and arrived at Mota Mountain ahead of time.

They needed to control the situation and prepare for the first step in the revival of the Abyss Sect: killing the chicken to scare the monkey, executing people to set an example!

However, upon arriving at Mota Mountain, it was still eerily quiet.

Only the Pan Long Pillar stood suspended in mid-air, with the Qing Mantle hanging down like a waterfall.

The two descended into the square, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Where are the people?"

"I don't know!"

Just then, a voice came from above, like a small pearl falling into a jade plate, making a pleasant sound.

"Uninvited guests, you are unwelcome! Fellow Daoists of the Abyss Sect, may I ask how I should address you?"

Gu and Lin both looked up at the hundred-zhang-high platform.

A graceful figure sat cross-legged on it, looking at them with curiosity.

Beautiful yet unfamiliar, powerful yet dangerous.

Especially the eye-catching black and white chess pieces embroidered on her moon-white silk skirt, the sect symbol, made the two men's faces change.

"Tian Yuan Dao Zong!"

"Yuan Ying True Disciple!"

Could she be a helper invited by the Luo Tian Sect?

That's right!

Luo Chen was once a guest elder of Tian Yuan Dao Zong, and after his tribulation, it was only natural for the Luo Tian Sect to seek refuge with Tian Yuan Dao Zong.

The two glanced at each other in tacit understanding and without hesitation, they summoned their treasures and attacked the woman on the high platform.

Seeing this, Fu Qinglan couldn't help but shake her head slightly and sigh.

"Indeed, unwelcome guests!"

The tip of her right finger changed, forming a Daoist seal, and then she slowly cast it out.

A huge green palm print appeared in the sky, slowly floating down, and then it pressed down with a boom!

This palm print was very similar to Luo Chen's famous technique, the Green Sun Grand Imprint.

However, its power was ten or even a hundred times greater, like the difference between a firefly and the moon.

It was the very same Great Tian Zao Hua Imprint that Fu Qinglan had personally learned from a powerful Hua Shen cultivator at Zuo Wang Peak in Lan Ke Mountain!

At this moment, the extremely pure spiritual energy of Mota Mountain was all drawn towards Fu Qinglan.

Moreover, the vast heavenly energy was also attracted, merging into the giant palm print.

As the palm print appeared, a sense of despair arose in the hearts of Gu and Lin.

It was a divine ability!

But the two men's reactions were different. One's face twisted in ferocity, ready to fight to the death, while the other retreated, planning to escape.

Boom!

The palm print descended, and the white jade square collapsed, but the green jade platform where Fu Qinglan sat remained intact.

Amidst the chaos of falling rocks, Gu Hong let out an unwilling roar, eventually fading into nothingness.

However, a ray of spiritual light separated from the body and shot towards the distance.

Fu Qinglan glanced at the Yuan Ying little man, not pursuing him, but merely gazing into the distance with a deep sense of loss in her eyes.

"You're still alive, aren't you? I can feel your breath."

"Not only am I alive, but I've also returned and taken away the sect's people and old acquaintances."

"But why didn't you meet me and tell me about your experiences over the years, or if my grandfather left any last words before his fall?"

The whispered words drifted in the air, but they were drowned out by the sound of falling rocks, and no one knew what was said.

Up in the sky, there was a loud sound of collision.

Large fireballs fell like meteorites.

Suddenly.

Bang!

A figure fell from the sky, his face revealing a ruthless expression.

He was about to charge up again, but Fu Qinglan had already stopped him.

"Don't pursue him, that great Yao Huang has already left."

Shiju suddenly turned his head and shouted, "You worthless thing, why didn't you come to help me? Are you only thinking about the scattered man?"

Fu Qinglan frowned, not wanting to argue with him. Facing the remaining filth, she simply ignored it.

She simply rose into the air and headed towards the peak of Mota Mountain.

"The remnants of the Abyss Sect, trying to revive from the ashes. Compared to your conflict with the scattered man, this matter may be what the old ancestors are more concerned about."

Shiju was stunned, then glared at the sky and headed towards the direction where the Gu and Lin families had come from.

Since they were remnants, they should be swept into the garbage heap. Why are they still alive!

Unable to find the scattered man's disciples, and unable to defeat the great Yao Huang, venting his anger on these guys was also a good choice.

Up in the sky.

Bizheng's face was filled with uncertainty and confusion.

"When did the human race have so many strong cultivators who had already comprehended the true meaning of the Dao at the Yuan Ying stage?"

"Even more so, each of them possesses divine abilities and means!"

"Can we really win this human-demon war?"

(End of Chapter)

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