Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2501 - 919: Fleeing to Mingyuan, Awakening Old Friends (2)

"Everyone, push yourselves to cultivate with utmost diligence!"

...

Without deploying any soundproofing barriers, Li Yingzhang addressed the assembly of Foundation Establishment and Qi Refinement Stage disciples.

Plenty of Golden Core Cultivators, along with the Luotian Sect's top leaders, stretched out their divine senses to eavesdrop on the exchange.

Thanks to this, Luo Chen didn't have to repeat the details to every single person.

It was only after hearing the words that they grasped the Supreme Elder's profound foresight.

Though the Luotian Sect boasts a solid lineup of strong experts, when it comes to the depth of its legacy, it truly falls short against the ancient Nascent Soul Ascendant Sect.

Should a fresh outbreak of war between humans and demons occur, the devastation could surpass the horrors of the past.

Retreating to a hidden spot and focusing on steady cultivation mirrors that old saying about stocking up grain, raising tall walls, and biding time before claiming the throne, right?

Truth be told, this decision ties directly into the Luotian Sect's current shortage of disciples.

In a bigger Nascent Soul Ascendant Sect, pulling this off wouldn't be nearly as straightforward.

A small vessel's strength lies in its swift maneuverability!

Within the chamber, Luo Chen pulled back his divine sense and turned his gaze toward Qu Lingjun.

"Feeling more settled now?"

Qu Lingjun offered a gentle smile. "Having Master by my side puts my mind at rest in every way. Earlier, though, I made a vow to Qin’er that once I formed my Golden Core, I'd escort her back to Fenghua Palace—but it looks like that trip will have to wait."

"Plenty of chances will come later on."

A swirl of complex feelings stirred in Luo Chen as he stood and wandered over to the window by himself.

The endless, shadowy Azure Darkness beyond, lit only by faint sparkling stars, brought on a strange wave of isolation.

Thankfully, with his apprentices, kin, companions, and countless admirers who held him in high regard, he wasn't quite as isolated as he'd feared.

"It'll only be when I shatter through this Azure Darkness and rise to the Immortal Realm someday that I might end up truly alone once more."

As thoughts of what lay ahead filled his mind, Luo Chen let out a soft, wry laugh.

That's certainly a distant dream!

...

Several months passed unnoticed, and a flying boat boldly plunged into the Nether Abyss without a second thought.

Back then, clashes between Heavenly Thunder and Earth Fire tore open spatial cracks one after another, startling every cultivator in the Luotian Sect.

Amid the chaos, Luo Chen slipped away from the Flying Shuttle on his own.

"Show yourself!"

His divine sense unfurled, and the lurking Xuan Turtle's shape gradually surfaced from below the water.

At the sight, Luo Chen let out a relieved breath.

Without this Xuan Turtle to ferry them, handling the entire Luotian Sect's cultivators solo would have been an impossible burden.

Things had turned far smoother because of it.

The Nirvana Sacred Fire flared wide, wrapping around the Frost Eagle Shuttle before plunging into the Nether Abyss.

It then settled onto the Xuan Turtle's broad back.

At the same time, Luo Chen stored the Flying Shuttle away, letting all the Luotian Sect disciples come face-to-face with this mighty Xuan Turtle.

Gasps of awe and bursts of admiration echoed right away.

The Xuan Turtle appeared mildly annoyed by the crowd atop its shell, huffing warm gusts from its nostrils.

"Memorize their scents—they're all under my guidance."

Luo Chen stated calmly, then flicked his wrist.

"Head for the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land!"

The Xuan Turtle let out a deep bellow, dark glow bursting from its frame to shroud the group, as its massive body sank down, plunging into the Nether Abyss's murky depths.

The once-mighty Luotian Upper Sect, in its prime, vanished entirely from sight, engulfed by the surging tides.

Some whispered that foes from Luo Chen's old Alchemy Sect had wiped them out, sparing not a soul.

Others claimed a powerhouse from the Tianyuan Daoist Sect had swooped in to whisk away the Luotian Sect's members, since Daoist Sect elites were spotted near Mount Sky Cliff.

There were tales too that Luo Chen of the Alchemy Sect lived on, but in fear of the Tianyuan Daoist Sect's hunt for his betrayal, he'd guided his whole sect to a secret spiritual haven deep in the Million Mountains to cultivate in peace.

Rumors swirled in every direction.

Scarce few suspected that the riskiest spot held the greatest safety, and Luo Chen had actually brought his followers to what folks now deemed this world's forbidden depths: the Nether Abyss.

...

This journey across the Nether Abyss proved far less grueling than the last.

Luo Chen had a rough path and bearing in mind, and with the Xuan Turtle—who'd matured right in these waters—bearing them along, plus his divine sense on constant watch for threats, they arrived at the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land gateway after merely two months.

Beneath the intrigued stares of the cultivators, the Elixir Saint Hall—worn down by Ming Shui and barely recognizable—suddenly shimmered with radiance.

A huge dragon's head thrust out from within.

"Master, you've returned!"

"Yes."

Luo Chen gave a nod and gestured for the others to step inside.

Sima Huiniang dashed ahead, burning to reunite with her boy Luo Lingxi.

Luo Chen held back Li Yingzhang, and the pair trailed at the rear.

"Supreme Elder?" Li Yingzhang eyed Luo Chen questioningly.

The latter produced a hefty sheet of beast hide.

"This charts out the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land in full detail—the levels of all spirit veins, the broad layout of herb and ore deposits, plus key hazard zones that I've personally scouted. Take this map; handling the sect's setup from here falls to you."

Li Yingzhang took the Blessed Land map with deep respect, and a single look had his eyes bulging wide.

Little wonder the Supreme Elder had assured him the new base would outshine the Luotian Domain, never fall short.

With one sweep, he picked out five standout features.

Every one a Fourth Order Spirit Vein!

Think of the sprawling Luotian Domain, home to just a single Fourth Order Spirit Vein fit for Nascent Soul Stage cave abodes—and even those were rare.

Yet this Blessed Land Space held five such veins!

Each rivaled Mount Sky Cliff in power, enough to carve out multiple cave mansions for over a dozen or twenty Nascent Soul True Masters to train side by side.

Luo Chen caught the look of astonishment, of course.

Hadn't he reacted the same way at first?

Now that he pondered it, the whole thing felt perfectly logical.