Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2550 - 937

Skies hidden by clouds, breezes murmur gently, gales hurl pine surges through the ravine.

The vast Songtao Mountain Range sprawls across three thousand miles without limit.

This serves as the nurturing cradle for the Nascent Soul Feng Clan, a family of dragon-like power.

Innumerable lofty pines tower inside, and fierce gusts rushing past make them thunder like crashing sea tides.

On that particular day.

Within the endless pine groves, fresh surges of noise erupt once more.

Listening more carefully reveals it's no mere wind battering the trees, but streams of Glints ascending and plunging, bursting skyward from amid the peaks and woods.

A enormous Cloud Boat lingers suspended in the emptiness, poised in quiet anticipation.

Shortly afterward, three silhouettes materialize side by side.

More than ten thousand cultivators promptly lower themselves in deference to the trio, particularly toward their forefront leader.

"Greetings, Supreme Elder!"

Feng Bu Yan fondled his beard, contentedly observing the display.

"Friend Ning, Daoist Yang, what are your thoughts on the youth of my Feng Clan?"

The old man sporting a goatee inclined his head approvingly: "Spirit soaring high, brimming with assurance, born with innate arrogance. Brother Feng, you've guided the Feng Clan with remarkable skill!"

Feng Bu Yan chuckled deeply, "The path of the Great Dao proves grueling, advancement comes with great hardship, thus I devote myself to cultivating the rising generation."

During his words, his gaze shifted toward the additional bald figure.

Wearing a pristine monk's garment, his build remained lithe, yet his countenance possessed striking allure.

Were it not for the marks scarring his scalp, he might pass for an exceptional beauty across the realm.

Right then, this individual drooped his gaze, appearing utterly detached from the impressive vista of over ten thousand cultivators gliding on clouds, as though the sight stirred no curiosity within him.

Feng Bu Yan creased his forehead, bypassing any quest for the man's approval, and swept his arm with broad gesture.

"Young ones, set forth!"

"Destination: Wind and Thunder Gorge!"

His directive prompted the countless heirs of the Feng Clan to reply as one.

"Yes!"

The thunderous chorus subdued the immense pine woodlands below.

The Cloud Boats sprang into motion without delay, Glints trailing in sequence, hurtling rapidly toward the nearby Wind and Thunder Gorge.

Aboard the grandest Cloud Boat at the heart of the fleet, Feng Bu Yan outlined the broad circumstances of Wind and Thunder Gorge for his two summoned companions.

"Originally, this area fell under my Feng Clan's domain, yet its harsh landscape and absence of valuable assets led us to neglect its oversight."

"Roughly several centuries back, a band of outlaws took refuge there, slowly evolving into a notable power."

"That Ming Lei upstart counts among their number."

"His cultivation level stays modest, having just stepped into Nascent Soul. When the moment arrives, our combined efforts will seize him in a flash!"

Daoist Yang, twirling his goatee, queried with confusion: "From what Brother Feng describes, a simple Early Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator—why must all three of us join forces?"

Feng Bu Yan grinned: "Master Ming Lei lacks true might, but Wind and Thunder Gorge's jagged features prove excessively challenging. Its distinctive geography harmonizes subtly with Master Ming Lei, rendering combat within risky for surprises, even for me at the Nascent Soul Fourth Layer. Furthermore..."

Here, his demeanor turned steady.

"Ever since this fellow condensed his Nascent Soul, tales say he journeyed afar and encountered various mighty beings. He even joined a gathering organized by the influential leaders of the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance. The concern lies in him possibly drawing in some problematic allies, injecting uncertainty into our endeavor."

At the mention of "Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance," Daoist Yang drew a sharp breath.

"You mean the group forever clashing with the Gate of Life and Death, relentlessly challenging and steadily claiming much of its outer domains over time?"

Feng Bu Yan affirmed with a nod, his face darkening.

"Indeed, it appears Brother Yang knows of this enigmatic faction that surged forth mysteriously in just three hundred years!"

Daoist Yang's features altered faintly: "How could I remain ignorant? Whispers claim they harbor endless masters, with Nascent Soul cultivators like ourselves numbering in the dozens already. Above all, those with odd dispositions strike without mercy when they move, making them truly daunting to engage."

Practitioners of the Southern Border have long earned fame for their eccentric natures.

For a local like Daoist Yang to assess them so, it underscores how extraordinarily warped the powerhouses of the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance have grown.

The quiet monk in white robes now displayed a spark of curiosity.

"Having lingered in this Southern Border as a monk for some time, I've heard nothing of the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance. How formidable must they be? The Gate of Life and Death stands as the sole Divine Transformation Holy Land here—what backing allows the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance to provoke them without cease?"

Feng Bu Yan and Daoist Yang shared a look, then voiced in turn.

"As to their foundation, neither of us possesses knowledge."

"Yet their actions have far exceeded what typical sects might dream. Consider the South Ocean, or Gu Ocean, birthplace of countless exotic Gu Insects. Presently, they control three vital gateways to the South Ocean, including one they've outright captured. Note that those primary access points to the South Ocean have traditionally been held by the Gate of Life and Death."

Hearing how the Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance had claimed a South Ocean gateway, the white-robed monk's expression betrayed mild astonishment.

As the trio conversed casually, the Feng Clan's primary contingent drew nearer to Wind and Thunder Gorge.

Ten thousand miles represents a vast stretch for low-tier Cultivators.

Still, propelled by the array of Cloud Boats, they reached the wide open field beyond Wind and Thunder Gorge after only half a day's travel.

Boom!

A deep rumble echoed as the Cloud Boats settled onto the plain, stirring up thick clouds of dirt.

Dozens of hefty drums appeared, pounded by bare-chested warriors, releasing beats pulsing with battle fervor.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The rhythmic pounding reverberated, penetrating deep into the hazardous Wind and Thunder Gorge.

Even Rogue Cultivators immersed in profound Closed-Door Cultivation stirred awake at that instant.

Without a sound, figures slipped from their Cave Mansions, traded wary looks, then drew forth their Magic Items, securing the dangerous vantage points encircling Wind and Thunder Gorge.