Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2487 - 914: Crossing the Deadlands, the Secret of Space

"The ghost creatures in the Nether Abyss are multiplying!"

Luo Chen made this initial observation right after exiting the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land.

Initially, he assumed that the Qi Xia Emperor's sweep would have wounded, eliminated, or driven into seclusion the formidable ghost creatures of the abyss, leaving far fewer behind.

Yet, the truth proved otherwise!

Countless low-tier ghosts roamed aimlessly, now and then grazing by Luo Chen, whose aura he had deliberately concealed.

Even Ghost Kings on par with the Golden Core Period showed up often.

Just a handful of such brushes allowed Luo Chen to pinpoint the source of these fresh ghost creatures.

"The Human Clan!"

"From the Dark Abyss Sect!"

Without a doubt, the divine transformation clash that ravaged the Mingyuan Sacred Land had impacted every disciple of the Mingyuan Sect.

Numerous cultivators got caught in the shockwaves from the Great Power’s strikes, instantly reduced to dust and vapor before they could even react.

Still, because the methods of the Qi Xia Emperor and her allies weren't primarily aimed at them, a good number of souls managed to survive intact.

Now, after two years, those dazed souls slowly stirred and merged into the vast horde of ghost creatures populating the Nether Abyss.

"I wonder if any Nascent Soul True Masters from the Mingyuan Sect survived with their souls intact?"

That question intrigued Luo Chen the most.

For an immortal cultivator to become a ghost cultivator, three key barriers exist, tied to the cultivator's realm in life.

The first barrier falls at the Golden Core Period. Here, the cultivator can extend their divine consciousness; upon death, they slowly regain memories from their mortal days after the early confusion. Pang Renxiong of the Yu Ding Sword Sect served as a prime case.

Below the Golden Core Period, turning into a standard ghost cultivator grows exceedingly tough.

They lose hold of memories and awareness, frequently ending up mindless and disordered.

Take Bai Meiling—if she hadn't met Luo Chen, she might have never stepped onto a proper ghost cultivation route.

The second barrier arrives at the Nascent Soul Stage.

During this phase, the cultivator’s divine soul nests inside the Nascent Soul, so even with the body’s ruin, the soul finds a secure haven.

In comparison, becoming a ghost cultivator comes easier for them, skipping the early disorientation and holding onto sharp awareness.

They possess the power to seize a living person's body and restart their cultivation journey.

Han Zhan stood as the classic instance from before.

Luo Chen had no certainty about ghost creatures born from Nascent Soul True Masters' souls lurking in the Nether Abyss, but if any existed, their numbers would remain scarce.

Considering the Qi Xia Emperor's merciless tactics, any Nascent Soul experts bold enough to challenge her would surely meet total annihilation, souls utterly erased.

Regarding the third barrier?

Luo Chen held little clarity, having glimpsed only scattered mentions in old scrolls.

Certain mighty beings, post-death, could secure their souls' endless endurance.

In such cases, two paths open up.

One leads to embracing the Path of Ghost; the other keeps a fragment of spiritual awareness, descending into reincarnation for rebirth via a womb.

The second option, if achieved, grants awakened innate knowledge, and drawing on prior life's wisdom and realizations, propels cultivation forward at breakneck speed.

Amid these swirling musings, Luo Chen pressed ahead.

Once he ventured well away from the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land, he paused and lifted his gaze to the heavens, eyes gleaming gold.

"Time to head up and scout around!"

With no delay, his form rocketed toward the water's surface like a launched bolt.

Golden flames sealed the abyss, barring any escape.

That had formed a primary cause of Luo Chen's earlier entrapment.

But not this time!

Hiss!

A strand of identical golden flame burst from Luo Chen’s frame, coiling about to cloak him completely.

Then... swish!

He surged into the Green Sky, reentering the realm of mortals.

Luo Chen peered below and drew in a sharp breath.

Everywhere his sight reached, across thousands or even tens of thousands of miles, golden flames raged without end.

Gulp.

Luo Chen gulped down his spit, a wave of incredulity washing over him.

"What immense depths of Qi does the Qi Xia Emperor possess to deploy the Nirvana Sacred Fire across such an enormous expanse, single-handedly locking down the Nether Abyss!"

He figured that even upon reaching the Divine Transformation Realm someday, igniting the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire would span no more than ten thousand miles at best.

Much less the grand spectacle extending past the visible edge.

As things stood now?

Luo Chen, pouring everything in—even risking his Nascent Soul's shattering—guessed the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire might stretch a mere few hundred miles.

With a shake of his head, Luo Chen banished thoughts of others and sped off in a chosen direction.

At the water's breach where he had surfaced,

a cluster of ghost creatures started to assemble. Spurred by intrigue and doubt, a Golden Core Ghost King at last gave in to impulse.

It stealthily ascended, and hitting the breach, vaulted forth.

A piercing wail followed, echoing through every ghost creature beneath.

Golden flames flared out, sealing the breach once more.

That so-called Golden Core Ghost King had morphed into a puff of azure mist, vanishing into the void.

...

Two days onward,

Luo Chen halted in mid-flight, face etched with deep severity.

He refrained from stirring, as though bound by an unseen spell, hovering silently aloft.

Upon his left hand, left naked and revealed, ran a slender crimson streak.

Meanwhile, the sleeves white as frost and snow had disappeared.

Notably, this Daoist robe was the Snow Frost Robe granted by the Mingyuan Sect.

While mainly donned by Pill Refiners to shield from fire poisons in extended Pill Refinement, its rank stood far from humble, hitting the True Device Level!

And yet, facing no foe, the sleeve had simply vanished.

Worse, Luo Chen’s formidable arm had suffered a clean cut.

Had Luo Chen not swiftly countered, braking his rush and channeling Qi to reclaim the lost limb, he could have faced far graver losses than a missing sleeve or hand at this moment.