Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2497 - 918: All Parties Gather, Divine Power Destroys the Enemy

The news regarding Luo Tian Sect's Golden Core Ceremony for Qu Lingjun didn't remain limited to just the Luotian Domain.

Numerous factions keeping watch on Luo Tian Sect's activities soon picked up on this information.

After all, Luo Chen had intentionally stretched the timeline by six months to collect the scattered cultivators of Luo Tian Sect.

During those six months, given the swift transmission methods among advanced cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation World, they could easily have gathered details on the matter.

In the neighboring Piaomiao Domain to Luotian Domain, Gu Hong was murmuring with another person.

"Senior Brother Yonghua, has our sect truly vanished?"

Lin Yonghua's face carried a sense of bleakness, even a hint of utter hopelessness.

"Yes, it's truly gone. I ventured to the border of Mingyuan myself, and what met my eyes was a chaotic mix of thunderbolts and flames, with Ming Shui raging wildly."

"Not a single senior brother from Upper Nether Immortal City made it out alive either."

Gu Hong gulped hard, "And what of the East Sun Sect? Didn't you check with them?"

Lin Yonghua shook his head, "I wouldn't dare. Surely you know that Tianyuan Daoist Sect has started pushing into Eastern Wasteland? The East Sun Sect was the first to yield and pledge allegiance to them."

"How could they!"

Gu Hong spat out the words in fury, striding back and forth in the hidden chamber.

"In the past, the East Sun Sect gained so much from our Dark Abyss Sect. Year after year, their disciples got entry to study and exchange in our Dark Abyss Sect. Even the Great Elder of East Sun Sect advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage under Ancestor Tianyuan's guidance. Yet now, they surrender without resistance, inviting the hostile Tianyuan Daoist Sect into Eastern Wasteland!"

Lin Yonghua murmured in confusion, "When the tree topples, the monkeys flee; it's nothing unusual."

"Nothing unusual?"

Gu Hong whipped his head around, his face burning with rage.

"If everyone acts this way, then our Dark Abyss Sect will be completely finished."

Lin Yonghua lifted his gaze in a daze, staring at his fiery-tempered junior brother.

"What are you planning?"

"Planning what?" Gu Hong shot back, "Don't you wish to restore the Dark Abyss Sect and bring back the splendor of the Sacred Land?"

Lin Yonghua jabbed a finger at him, "Count on you?"

Then pointed to himself, "Count on me?"

Finally, with a shake of his head, "We're merely at the early Nascent Soul stage; how could we possibly rebuild the magnificent era when a hundred sects paid homage to the Dark Abyss Sacred Land?"

Gu Hong's fury wasn't soothed by his senior brother's defeatist tone; rather, it flared higher, his speech spraying with saliva.

"Our Dark Abyss Sect possessed immense resources and influence. Even with the Sacred Land lost and Upper Nether City in ruins, aren't there survivors left?"

"You're one, I'm one, and Dark Abyss Sect disciples are scattered across places, managing everyday operations."

"Furthermore, Nascent Soul Sects throughout Eastern Wasteland that once profited from our Sect abound. If we just hoist a banner, supporters will surely rally!"

As Lin Yonghua absorbed these words, the confusion on his features slowly lifted.

Yet in the end, he remained somewhat unenthused.

"All of them are just average folk!"

Indeed, to him, every individual and group Gu Hong referenced came across as ordinary at best.

If any had real potential, why would their own sects dispatch them to deal with trivial matters, squandering their time for cultivation?

Not everyone resembles Senior Brother Ye Lingtian, who, upon departing the sect, immediately handled crucial tasks like inter-clan conflicts.

Expecting achievements from such folks is nothing but a pipe dream.

Gu Hong bellowed in frustration, "Senior Brother, why wallow in defeat like this? Are you thinking of mimicking the East Sun Sect and founding your own faction?"

A flicker of interest stirred in Lin Yonghua.

But before he voiced that thought, Gu Hong brought up a certain name.

"Chong Ming!"

"Remember, Junior Brother Chong Ming lives on!"

"As the personal disciple of Heize Ancestor, he gained the favor of the Alchemy Saint in Zhongzhou. Now, having grasped the True Intent of Laws, he's journeying far and wide. One day, he might reach the God Transformation Realm and resurrect Dark Abyss!"

Lin Yonghua's face twitched, as memories of that junior brother surfaced.

His aptitude was undeniably exceptional.

Lin Yonghua muttered, "But at present, we have no clue of his whereabouts?"

Noticing his senior brother's wavering resolve, Gu Hong's ire eased a bit.

He spoke steadily, "That's precisely why we must erect a grand banner, rally the remnants of our old allies, show the world that Dark Abyss Sect endures, and draw Junior Brother Chong Ming's notice."

Lin Yonghua looked up and inquired, "What's your strategy for this?"

A sinister grin spread across Gu Hong's lips.

"Senior Brother hasn't been around lately, so you might not realize that our neighbors are set to host a Golden Core Ceremony for a disciple from the Alchemy Sect."

"When the Sacred Land crumbled and the Alchemy Sect faded away, the realm ought to have grieved, but instead, they ignore their forebears and stage this false festivity."

"Doesn't that reveal their wicked motives?"

Lin Yonghua creased his forehead, "So you intend to target Luo Tian Sect, using it to reassert Dark Abyss by making an example out of them?"

"Precisely!" Gu Hong affirmed without pause, then shifted topics, "Long ago, the Ancestor ordered us to depart Mingyuan Sacred Land and found a clan here—not for expanding our lineage, but to monitor Luo Tian Sect closely. The moment the Alchemy Sect in the Sacred Land stirred, we were to swiftly crush Luo Tian Sect and seize control of the Alchemy Sect."

"With the Alchemy Sect now entombed alongside Dark Abyss Sect, this Luo Tian Sect has no justification to persist!"

Lin Yonghua nodded, "True, it has no right to continue."

The two brothers locked eyes, at last forging a silent accord.

Throughout their discussion, they paid no heed to Luo Tian Sect's potential retaliation or the odds of their assault succeeding.

Despite the apparent robustness of Luo Tian Sect's displayed power, they harbored no qualms about their own capabilities.

Such is the arrogance borne of Sacred Land Disciples!

Without delay, they mobilized their clan members and headed northward, determined to deliver a grave offering amid Qu Lingjun’s Golden Core Ceremony!