Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster
Chapter 1888 - 699: Fierce Battle at Feiyun, King’s Desquamation

Chapter 1888: Chapter 699: Fierce Battle at Feiyun, King’s Desquamation

"I actually survived?"

Once the personification of an immortal with a celestial aura like those from legends, the Old Daoist Ji Yuan was now in tattered clothes, his hair and beard in disarray, looking utterly disheveled.

But he truly survived!

That massive black cauldron, just looking at it, didn’t seem ordinary.

At least it was a powerful presence at the level of a Spiritual Treasure.

Such a precious item’s self-destruction, its might was utterly not something a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator could resist.

However, Old Daoist Ji Yuan indeed survived.

In fact, it wasn’t just him; even the other Nascent Soul True Masters on the Sea of Clouds Square also survived.

As he was in a frenzy of relief, a murmur reached his ears.

"You all are indeed lucky, but it’s because we bore the brunt of the Refining Heaven Cauldron’s self-destruction for you!"

Ji Yuan Daoist was taken aback, then saw a woman gracefully descending from the sky, looking at him with a mocking smile.

Nightmare!

Ji Yuan Daoist’s whole body trembled, "Moon Independent Cultivator, you..."

"You needn’t beg for mercy; I’ve heard it too many times from the Penglai disciples." The Moon Independent Cultivator continued to smile, yet the killing intent in her eyes grew even stronger.

Just then, the Feileng Fairy approached, standing in front of the Moon Independent Cultivator.

Seeing this woman, the Moon Independent Cultivator’s smile gradually faded.

"Little sister, what are you doing? I’m avenging you!"

Feileng Fairy bit her lip, unmoved.

The Moon Independent Cultivator’s expression gradually grew somber, "Have you forgotten how the Penglai Immortal Sect disregarded you and me back then, even causing you to fall and become a Furnace Ding of the Yuan Mo Sect?"

"Sister, don’t speak of it. That person was good to me and helped me achieve the Nascent Soul Realm. Besides, he is dead now." Feileng Fairy’s face turned pale, and her body instinctively trembled standing in front of the Moon Independent Cultivator.

The Moon Independent Cultivator’s face grew more sullen, "That person is dead, the Yuan Mo Sect is destroyed, but the Penglai Immortal Sect remains! I swore I would slaughter all remnants of Yuan Mo and the Penglai disciples!"

Feileng Fairy hesitated, slowly lifting the scroll in her hand.

"Sorry, before setting off, I swore an oath. I cannot disregard Elder Brother Ji Yuan."

"Fine!"

The Moon Independent Cultivator’s expression turned fierce, and an ink drawing floated from her back, seemingly filled with roaring beasts and circling flying creatures.

"Since you’re obstinate, I’ll kill Ji Yuan first, then take you back for strict discipline!"

...

High in the sky.

Luo Chen looked at the quiet grey light, noticing its aura seemed somewhat dim.

"Did the Refining Heaven Cauldron Spirit discover the Qi Xia Emperor cultivation technique within me, so it defied the Demon Monarch’s command and chose to self-destruct, just to destroy this grey light?"

He pondered.

His gaze swept around, nodding slightly.

The Refining Heaven Cauldron, esteemed as a Heaven-Connecting Spiritual Treasure, even if severely damaged, its self-destruction might was not something ordinary people could withstand.

The reason the explosion didn’t destroy this Heritage Land was clearly because someone else intervened.

The ink drawing on the Moon Independent Cultivator’s body must be the Spirit Treasure Beast Picture.

Additionally, the Hall of Light glowing brightly and the Hall of Darkness with its powerful aura gradually subsided.

If predicted correctly, there must also be a Spiritual Treasure suppressing within.

Perhaps, it might even be the Black Demon Pot or True Sun Crown, both mentioned by the Refining Heaven Cauldron Spirit as formidable entities of the Heaven-Connecting Spiritual Treasure Order.

It was precisely because of these Artifact Spirits striking simultaneously that a large portion of the Refining Heaven Cauldron’s self-destructive power was absorbed.

Yet as a result, those hindrances all survived.

Like the one before him!

Winds surged, and a figure jumped onto the sea of clouds, glaring fiercely at Luo Chen.

"Youngster, move aside!"

Luo Chen smiled.

"Knowing full well that the power of my punch is not weaker than a True Master’s strike, yet you still call me a youngster. Friend, aren’t you being a bit arrogant?"

Feiyun Zi raised an eyebrow, the look in his eyes towards Luo Chen becoming wary.

But driven by the inherent allure of the faintly visible grey light behind him, he couldn’t care less about caution.

Because!

In a broken circular mirror on Soldier Mountain in the Artifact Realm, there seemed to be the scene of this grey light being born.

It was something personally evolved by the Refining Heaven Demon Monarch!

If he could obtain it, it might be the greatest opportunity on this journey!

"Golden Core youngster, I say for the last time, move aside!" Feiyun Zi shouted coldly, a hint of sword light flickering at his fingertips, its sharp might even shattering the wind and clouds.

Luo Chen was about to speak when a sharp voice interrupted him.

"Demon King Qingyang, surrender your life to me!"

Looking ahead, an old woman transformed into human form rushed towards Luo Chen, her face full of wrinkles now brimming with resentment.

"It’s Sea Corner Tianmu!"

Luo Chen laughed.

Witnessing this scene, Feiyun Zi’s eyebrows furrowed.

Under the pincer attack of two Nascent Soul Level beings, this person could still laugh?

What exactly does he have to rely on?

Then, the actions of another person explained everything.

A black-robed figure blocked in front of Sea Corner Tianmu.

"Ah, so you have help, no wonder you’re so fearless." Feiyun Zi was enlightened.

Luo Chen glanced at Han Zhan; though unsure of where he obtained a Nascent Soul Stage Puppet to temporarily serve as a physical body, it certainly helped him greatly at this moment.

Then, he refocused his attention entirely on the man before him.

"Name?"

"Why should a dying person know my name?"

Before the words fell, Feiyun Zi took the initiative, a sword light in his hand suddenly burst forth, unleashing thousands of Sword Qi.

Thousands of Sword Qi, formless and elusive, only visible when they tore the wind and clouds apart.

Under this overwhelming sword momentum, Luo Chen remained fearless, advancing forward.

With a palm strike, Qingyang’s Great Handprint re-emerged in the mortal realm!

The mighty handprint, supported by Qi Power, thunderously swept across.

But after unleashing this strike, Luo Chen frowned slightly.