Immortality Begins With The Alchemical Master Chapter 946: The Demon-Taming Buddha, Crossing Sumeru, Purple Cloak in the Lead, Unparalleled Cultivation - Novel Cool

Chapter 946: The Demon-Taming Buddha, Crossing Sumeru, Purple Cloak in the Lead, Unparalleled Cultivation

Chapter 946: The Demon-Taming Buddha, Crossing Sumeru, Purple Cloak in the Lead, Unparalleled Cultivation

The "few days" Zheng Guan mentioned were not just a few.

It took over half a month before the time to enter Miji Mountain finally arrived.

On that day,

Thunder Echo Cave Lord arrived in front of Luo Chen’s cave abode, quietly waiting.

Not long after, the door of the cave abode opened, and Luo Chen, with his unusually tall figure, walked out.

At the sight of Luo Chen, Thunder Echo Cave Lord couldn’t help but exclaim, "Indeed, the heavens and earth have changed!"

Luo Chen looked at him and smiled, "You only noticed now?"

Thunder Echo Cave Lord laughed bitterly, "Having been an independent cultivator for so long, I rarely cultivated when I was alone. Even when I did, it was just a superficial effort, so I never truly felt the change. In the past half month, I tried to delve deeper into cultivation and found my nascent soul incredibly restless, unknowingly escaping the Purple Palace. If I hadn’t been prepared, I might have been lost in this world."

Luo Chen nodded, having experienced the same situation.

The only difference was that his purple palace barrier far exceeded the norm, not only providing excellent defense against the outside world but also keeping his nascent soul in check.

This was likely one of the advantages that five-element cultivators gradually displayed as they advanced in cultivation!

Thunder Echo Cave Lord sighed, "In the past, I complained about the poor spirit vein in Thunder Pass, which couldn’t support my cultivation beyond the nascent soul realm. Now, it seems that even a mediocre spirit vein has its benefits!"

"Perhaps Feng Buyan’s interest in Thunder Pass is partly due to this?" Luo Chen speculated.

Thunder Echo Cave Lord hummed in agreement.

Thunder Pass had a harsh environment with chaotic earth qi.

The spirit veins, though present, were fragmented, and the only fourth-stage vein could support the cultivation of a single Yuan Ying True Person.

Under normal circumstances, it would be considered a very poor cultivation site.

However, in the current Southern Frontier, where the heavens and earth have changed, it has become an excellent, unaffected spirit vein.

"Let’s go!" Luo Chen said casually as he headed for the city lord’s residence.

The entrance to Miji Mountain was hidden within the city lord’s residence, where Zheng Guan resided.

Thunder Echo Cave Lord followed alongside, casually mentioning recent events.

More and more powerful cultivators were arriving in Jiai Immortal City, the number exceeding expectations.

From the initial six or seven, it had gradually increased to over a dozen.

Such a terrifying number was unsettling.

However, Luo Chen was unperturbed.

From Dong Huang to the North Sea, and then to the Southern Frontier of Zhongzhou, he had seen too many major forces.

A lineup of a dozen Yuan Ying True Persons might sound intimidating, but in reality, they were nothing more than a disjointed alliance.

At the Mo Lan Court, when the Mara Sect and the Canghai Righteous Alliance met, the number of nascent soul cultivators was no less. During the most intense moments of the Ling Tian Pass battle, the number was far greater.

Not to mention the few great holy lands.

The truly terrifying thing wasn’t the number of nascent soul cultivators in Jiai Immortal City, but the Stiff Mountain Alliance!

If they could unify these powerful cultivators and form a cohesive force, the Southern Frontier would gain a superpower!

A superpower that could rival the Life and Death Sect.

"No, it’s still not enough."

Luo Chen pursed his lips. To challenge the holy lands, they needed top-tier combatants on par with Huashen great powers.

Therefore, the Stiff Mountain Alliance’s confidence in challenging the Life and Death Sect must be based on more than just these nascent soul cultivators they’ve gathered.

"Then what is their reliance?"

With these thoughts in mind, Luo Chen and Thunder Echo Cave Lord soon arrived at the city lord’s residence.

Hu Jin, a disciple of Daoist Zheng Guan, personally came to greet them, leading the two through the residence’s winding paths until they reached a plain, unremarkable hall.

[Chengjun Hall]

Luo Chen looked at the plaque above the hall and silently recited its name.

Then, he noticed the others waiting outside the hall.

There were thirteen people, all nascent soul cultivators!

Among them was Bai Puti, the left envoy of the Luo Sect, whom he had met before.

At that moment, Thunder Echo Cave Lord’s aura flared up like a bomb, and another aura, both righteous and evil, instantly rushed over.

As soon as the two auras clashed,

The flat square was suddenly filled with the sound of wind and thunder.

Boom!

Thunder Echo Cave Lord stumbled and glared fiercely at the newcomer.

"It’s you!"

The white-clad monk, with specks of blood-red plum blossoms on his robes, stood with his hand raised in a vertical position, seemingly calm, but his eyes were filled with a menacing intent.

"Are you still daring to leave Thunder Pass?"

As he spoke, the righteous and evil nascent soul aura once again surged over.

Thunder Echo Cave Lord's expression changed slightly. If he were still in Thunder Pass, he wouldn't fear this man. But after leaving Thunder Pass, he was just an ordinary nascent soul cultivator at the early stage.

Faced with this half-demon, half-Buddhist figure, he was no match.

Just as he gritted his teeth, preparing to resist, a towering figure suddenly appeared in front of him, shielding him from behind.

One step!

Luo Chen only took one step to block him.

No matter how surging the nascent soul realm of the white-robed monk was, no matter how overwhelming his aura, Luo Chen stood like a stubborn reef, firmly blocking the flood.

"Enough!"

The white-robed monk's pupils narrowed. "Qi Tian, Lei Ming, and Feng Buyan conspired to harm me. Are you now going to stand up for them?"

Luo Chen sneered, "Ning Yuzhuo, if you want to die right now, I don't mind granting your wish."

His words were spoken with such a commanding tone, as if he could make it happen just by willing it.

The surrounding nascent soul cultivators, who had been watching the spectacle, couldn't help but look at Luo Chen with considerable surprise.

The nascent soul realm of the white-robed monk Ning Yuzhuo was extremely powerful, far surpassing that of an ordinary nascent soul cultivator at the early stage.

This was evident from the fact that Thunder Echo Cave Lord had been immediately at a disadvantage in the clash of their realms.

But no one had expected that the unassuming Luo Chen would be completely unaffected.

Not only that, but his words and demeanor showed a complete disregard for the other party.

So, what kind of realm must this black-armored man named Qi Tian have?

In the crowd, nascent soul cultivators who knew each other began to whisper among themselves.

"Qi Tian's name is unfamiliar, yet it sounds familiar."

"Such dominance, such disdainful eyes—could this be the Qi Tian from the rumors?"

"The one who made one of the two Yuan Ying True People of the Shadow Cult die and the other flee?"

"It must be him!"

"Rumors say his body refinement skills are on par with nascent soul cultivators, and even the left envoy of the Luo Cult holds him in high regard. It seems he has some real skills!"

"Body refinement? Does anyone still take that path now? Not to mention the decline of body refinement, but after the calamity of the demonic heart, Southern Frontier cultivators are reluctant to practice it."

The last words were spoken by the leader of a major sect.

His realm wasn't particularly high, but his knowledge was extensive.

After he finished speaking, he felt a gaze sweep over him, but when he tried to trace it, it vanished without a trace.

Finally, his gaze landed on Luo Chen.

"Was he just looking at me?"

"He's in the middle of countering Ning Yuzhuo's nascent soul realm, yet he can still pay attention to our discussions?"

Regardless of their murmurs,

Ning Yuzhuo seemed to be in a difficult position under everyone's watchful eyes.

Luo Chen, on the other side, grinned savagely and was about to take a step forward.

Just then,

Crack, crack, crack...

As if a palace gate weighing a thousand pounds, it slowly opened.

Daoist Zheng Guan appeared before everyone.

His first glance was at Luo Chen and Ning Yuzhuo, who were facing off.

With a sweep of his duster, a gentle force cut through the tension between the two.

Ning Yuzhuo knew when to back down, and his nascent soul realm receded like a tide, returning to his body.

"Hmph!"

Luo Chen snorted coldly, not bothering to make a move.

Daoist Zheng Guan draped his duster over his arm and smiled, "In the city, I might turn a blind eye to a fight. But once we enter Miji Mountain, I advise everyone to refrain from major conflicts."

His words were spoken with a smile, but the warning was clear to all.

Everyone responded in agreement.

"Thank you for your advice, Daoist Brother."

"With Daoist Songyang in Miji Mountain, how could we dare to act rashly? Daoist Zheng, you worry too much."

"Not at all, not at all!"

Daoist Zheng Guan smiled and looked at Luo Chen.

The domineering man, with his hands behind his back, tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not a reckless fool. If Ning Yuzhuo hadn't offended my friend, I wouldn't bother with him."

"Very well!"

Daoist Zheng Guan nodded and then raised his duster.

"Everyone, please proceed!"

One by one, the figures entered the Chengjun Hall.

Once inside,

Everyone's expressions turned to surprise.

A vortex-like entrance, slowly rotating, was in the center of the hall.

The array flags around them fluttered, and the array patterns on the floor and ceiling glowed with light.

Dense spiritual energy was continuously drawn in and then shredded.

"Space channel!"

Luo Chen recognized the vortex entrance at first glance.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't a space channel.

It was a space rift!

After being widened by a powerful cultivator using Zhen fa, it was just large enough for a person to pass through.

This technique wasn't as sophisticated or refined as the Teleportation Array in the Fallen Demon Land or the super Teleportation Array on Cangwu Mountain.

But behind its roughness lay practicality.

"The Stiff Mountain Alliance has its array experts, too!"

As Luo Chen mused, Daoist Zheng Guan was still giving instructions.

"The Sumeru Passage is unstable, so it can only be opened periodically."

"When we enter, I will use special magic treasures to shield everyone. But to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, please protect yourselves as well."

"Once we pass through the Sumeru Passage, we will be in Miji Mountain."

As he spoke, he took out a Dao Disc and shot a beam of spiritual energy at it. The characters on the disc shimmered, then formed into several large "Protect" characters, which floated down to cover the group.

Hesitantly, everyone allowed the protective light to envelop them.

Except for one person.

"Brother Qi?" Daoist Zheng Guan was puzzled.

Luo Chen smiled, and to everyone’s surprise, he took a step forward and walked straight into the Sumeru Passage.

Once his figure vanished, the hall erupted in chaos.

"Looking for death!"

"That Sumeru Passage is filled with spatial cutting forces; who would dare to touch it?"

"He didn’t even raise a spiritual energy shield and just walked in like that?"

"Too arrogant. Even if he has some tricks up his sleeve, I’ve never seen anyone so arrogant. I wonder how he’s managed to survive this long?"

Daoist Zheng Guan frowned and cut off the commotion.

"Let’s go!"

He unfurled the Dao Disc, enveloping everyone in its light, and they all entered the Sumeru Passage together.

...

Inside the passage.

Luo Chen focused his mind and extended his senses to their utmost.

Not only that, but his crimson eyes with golden pupils were already activated.

Those people were right; the Sumeru Passage did indeed contain spatial cutting forces.

But compared to the chaotic spatial rifts above the Nether Abyss, it was far more orderly.

He was inside, and based on his previous research on the appearance and disappearance of spatial rifts, he avoided the dangerous areas, letting the vast spiritual energy carry him to the end.

Of course, there were places he couldn’t notice.

But with his powerful physique, he could resist the thin threads of cutting forces.

"If I ever have the chance to fight Qing Shuang again, similar spatial passages or rifts will be the best experimental subjects for studying her."

"That’s why I can’t miss this opportunity to experience it firsthand."

Muttering to himself, Luo Chen concentrated to the utmost.

...

In the Sumeru Pavilion.

A purple-cloaked Daoist sat cross-legged inside, his expression blank.

But his mind was quite active.

"I wonder how many fellow cultivators will join the Stiff Mountain Alliance this time to attack the Life and Death Sect?"

"Hope there are some capable ones, not just a bunch of dead fish and rotten shrimp."

The high-ranking Yuan Ying True People, who were revered in the outside world, were dismissed as "dead fish and rotten shrimp" by him, which was truly astonishing.

But he had the right to say so.

As the Supreme Elder of the Purple Blood Sect and at the Fifth Layer of the Nascent Soul realm, he had even personally slain a Yuan Ying True Person from the Life and Death Sect. All these achievements were enough to make him look down on ordinary Yuan Ying True People.

This time, he was here to welcome the newcomers, not just to pass the time, but to intimidate them.

The name of the Purple Cloak Marquis was well-known in the Southern Frontier.

As he was musing, a ripple suddenly appeared in the Sumeru Pavilion.

Ripples spread out slowly through the space.

The Purple Cloak Marquis looked up. "They’re here?"

The next moment!

The ripples turned into waves, surging outward.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A large number of trees in the mountain forest snapped, their broken ends perfectly smooth.

The Purple Cloak Marquis’s expression changed slightly, and he cursed under his breath, "What’s Zheng Guan doing, causing such a commotion?"

He cursed while retreating awkwardly.

This kind of spatial fluctuation was not something he dared to face head-on.

Suddenly.

A figure appeared, distorted, in the vortex.

Thud!

The figure landed heavily on the ground, as if it were a meteor, ignoring the spatial ripples behind it.

A pair of golden eyes glanced at the Purple Cloak Marquis, then turned to look up at the mountain slope.

"Is this Sumeru Mountain?"

What he saw was not particularly majestic, but rather small and delicate.

However, the layers of overlapping spaces hinted at countless worlds converging within.

This was the phenomenon of overlapping spaces!

Behind him, the Purple Cloak Marquis’s pupils contracted, and he shouted, "Who are you, and why did you force your way into the Miji Mountain?"

"Force my way in?"

Luo Chen laughed lightly.

Before he could explain, a faint spatial fluctuation spread from behind him.

Then, several figures appeared.

Daoist Zheng Guan, as soon as he landed, looked at Luo Chen.

"Brother Qi, are you alright?"

The others also looked over curiously.

When they saw that Luo Chen was completely unharmed, they all drew in a sharp breath.

They had passed through the Sumeru Passage safely under the protection of Zheng Guan’s magic treasures, but even then, they could still feel the omnipresent danger.

They could imagine that if they had crossed the Sumeru Passage without such protection, they would have had to pay a heavy price.

They never expected that Luo Chen would be completely unscathed.

The Purple Cloak Marquis only now realized that Luo Chen hadn’t forced his way in; he had simply gone ahead.

This realization shocked him even more.

"Zheng Guan, who is this person?"

Hearing this voice, the others finally shifted their attention to the purple-cloaked Daoist.

Those who recognized him blurted out immediately.

"Purple Cloak Marquis!"

A high-ranking figure from the Southern Frontier, the Supreme Elder of the Purple Blood Sect!

This identity caused a wave of exclamations.

Even such a powerful figure had quietly joined the Stiff Mountain Alliance?

However, the Purple Cloak Marquis was no longer concerned with their shock.

He only wanted to know who the man who had walked out of the spatial fluctuations purely by his physical strength was.

"He is Qi Tian!"

Zheng Guan introduced him.

The Purple Cloak Marquis’s eyebrows raised, and a hint of excitement appeared on his usually expressionless face.

This was a strong opponent, a good match!

However, Luo Chen ignored him and took a step forward, heading up Sumeru Mountain.

(End of Chapter)

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