Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2484 - 913: Obsidian Lotus Pods

While chaos stirs beyond these borders, the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land holds onto its serene calm.

A shadowy figure sweeps through the heavens, comes to an abrupt stop, and drops down toward an enigmatic body of water.

The white-robed figure surveys the area, a flicker of doubt crossing his gaze.

His gaze sharpens as one eyebrow lifts just a touch.

His fingers twitch faintly, unleashing a barrage of Dao Law Methods into the emptiness; from his sleeve, a flurry of Array Flags shoots out and plunges into the lake's depths.

His movements stir the still waters, sending gentle waves across the surface.

With everything set in place, the white-robed man speaks in a hushed tone.

"Open!"

In that instant, the peaceful lake mirroring azure skies and drifting clouds slowly unveils its hidden essence.

A group of dark, radiant lotuses emerges into sight.

These flowers unfurl atop the water, shrouded in vapor, drawing in the most refined Water Type Spirit Qi.

Detecting a foreign presence, the black lotuses all dive below the surface together.

What remarkable vitality!

Beholding this sight, Luo Chen's face brightens with wonder and satisfaction.

"Black Obsidian Lotus!"

"Who could imagine a spiritual treasure of this caliber thrives in our world!"

"It's no surprise that as I flew past before, the Heaven and Earth Qi in this spot stood out from the rest."

The Black Obsidian Lotus stands as a superior spiritual herb detailed across the seventy-two tomes of the Alchemy Scriptures penned by Refining Heaven Demon Monarch.

Spots where they flourish stay clear of any taint.

They draw in Spirit Qi and sift out the refined from the foul.

Wherever these spiritual herbs take root, the land naturally transforms into a vibrant Spirit Land.

Yet its core value shines in pill crafting to fortify a cultivator's Nascent Soul, rendering it denser and shielded from invading outer demons.

Numerous Water Type powerhouses at Divine Transformation even nurture this herb to hone their Primordial Spirit.

"That Token from before made no mention of this herb?"

Luo Chen mutters under his breath, baffled by the Alchemy Saint's choice to keep such treasures secret.

Soon, a likely explanation forms in his mind.

The resources the Alchemy Saint highlighted on the Token were doubtless placed there by her own efforts.

These concealed premium spiritual herbs, however, appear grown on behalf of another.

As the successor to the Alchemy Saint's legacy, claiming her direct gifts comes naturally, yet items stored here for others form a separate issue altogether.

"So, who truly owns these Black Obsidian Lotuses?"

The truth lies plain to see.

Within the Mingyuan Sect, only three esteemed figures could inspire Alchemy Saint Chu Yan to craft a dedicated Spirit Land and weave a precise Array for raising these herbs with such care.

From those three, Yu Ming Ancestor centers his practice on Wind Element arts.

Thus, these Black Obsidian Lotuses must belong to either Ancestor Tian Yuan or Heize.

Luo Chen suspects the second option.

Ancestor Tian Yuan attained Divine Transformation long ago, boasting a firmly anchored Primordial Spirit.

Heize Ancestor, by contrast, entered Divine Transformation more recently, leaving their Primordial Spirit somewhat frail and in need of supportive measures.

Proof of this shows in the Yuan Tu Sword's assault on their Primordial Spirit.

Luo Chen casts one final glance at the now-barren-looking lake and draws back the Array Flags he had placed.

As the concealing Array lifts from the site, its protective veil snaps back into effect.

Luo Chen's piercing stare lingers on the waters, and only after a prolonged wait do the spiritually attuned black lotuses rise once more to the surface.

He wheels around and departs!

It's not a lack of means to claim this haul of Black Obsidian Lotuses, nor an absence of the fitting Pill Formula; merely, the ideal window for their use has yet to open.

Though Luo Chen routinely taps into tomorrow's potential for today's gains, such choices arise from necessity.

All in all, he favors visions that stretch far ahead.

Still, harsh realities often pull him to tackle the here and now.

With no foes breathing down his neck and the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land offering solid security, there's little sense in squandering these Black Obsidian Lotuses prematurely.

When he finally breaks through to Divine Transformation and brews a pill to anchor the Primordial Spirit, deploying them will cut short centuries of hard labor!

That future point marks the prime chance to harness their power.

Luo Chen guides his Glint across the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land, a realm neither tiny nor immense.

Using the Token's guidance, Luo Chen uncovers multiple Spirit Lands devoted to herbal growth.

In particular, he pinpoints the site for the Hong Ling Grass vital to his progress.

The plants thrive robustly, reaching advanced maturity—the finest specimens of Hong Ling Grass Luo Chen has laid eyes on.

On this visit, Luo Chen gathers them without a second thought!

Crafting pills from this yield promises a generous run of High to Supreme Grade Hong Yuan Pills, sharply raising his cultivation pace.

Facing the looming ordeal of breaching the Nether Abyss, his reserves of Qi Power demand no shortcomings.

Luo Chen, naturally, sees no point in letting such bounty slip away.

That said, he preserves seeds in the Hong Ling Grass plot and resets the young, stray shoots into the soil.

When it comes to tending spirit plants, Luo Chen carries solid knowledge.

Having reaped the Hong Ling Grass, Luo Chen hauls a medicine basket outweighing his own frame back to the Cave Mansion.

In this instant, a faint longing stirs in Luo Chen for the Penglai Octagon Pavilion.

Freshly cut Hong Ling Grass fares poorly in a Storage Ring; just a True Instrument-grade storage tool like the Penglai Octagon Pavilion, attuned to Heaven and Earth Qi, keeps the foliage intact.

"I must head back to the Luo Tian Sect again."

...

Within a towering peak.

A massive serpent, spanning hundreds of zhang, drifts lazily about.

Catching a familiar scent, it scales the ridges to the summit and murmurs "softly" to a youth: "Little Master, Master has returned."

Luo Lingxi halts his ongoing task, turns toward the path Black King suggests, and peers into the distance.

Despite lacking training in Immortal Cultivation paths, Luo Lingxi's sight already eclipses that of common folk.