Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2627 - 969: Primordial Energy Ocean, Divine Monarch Youli

A single hand seizes the moon, inverting the sky and ground in chaos.

The full expanse of the Yin Yang Realm appeared completely flipped over.

Myriad creatures and lifeless things across the land surged toward that luminous moon, akin to moths drawn to its glow.

A tremendous pulling force gripped Luo Chen, forcing his form to soar uncontrollably toward the radiant moon.

Luo Chen unleashed his magic power and origin force at once, striving to steady himself, yet with minimal success.

His magic power drained rapidly, nearly depleting the core essence that formed his Nascent Soul, leaving him almost bereft of reserves.

The origin force expenditure looked minor on the surface but proved equally severe as the magic power loss.

Both forcing open that Death Gate and clashing directly with Master Li Tian had demanded vast amounts of origin force.

In particular, the Netherworld Earth Dragon's strike that tore through half his body, followed by instant regeneration, had consumed an immeasurable quantity of his origin force.

Rebirth of flesh and blood isn't invincible; it demands time to unfold.

Hastening the regeneration process exacts a heavy toll on his origin force.

Therefore, despite Luo Chen pouring every ounce of his strength into the effort right then, he struggled to counter the pull hurtling him toward the lofty hanging moon.

Luo Chen's expression shifted repeatedly, his mind racing with swift thoughts.

"Senior Brother?"

"Why did the Moon-Grabbing Man refer to the Netherworld Earth Dragon as Senior Brother? Does some remnant awareness of the ancient mighty Yin Yang Zi linger inside it?"

"Yin Yang Zi, the mighty power from two millennia past, whose ordinary Divine Transformation cultivators rarely exceed a lifespan of two thousand years—thus, the Moon-Grabbing Man can't possibly be a direct heir of Yin Yang Zi. Who else could bridge such a vast timeline of two thousand years?"

A taboo entity surfaced unbidden in Luo Chen's thoughts.

He glanced downward with uncertainty.

The enormous Netherworld Earth Dragon kept thrashing about, its four limbs pinned to the ground like iron stakes, refusing to budge.

It displayed clear reluctance to get sucked into the moon magic item.

Luo Chen had no idea if the beast could hold out, but he realized staying put meant certain death for him.

Under those circumstances...

Luo Chen bit his lip, withdrew his origin force and magic power, ceased fighting the overwhelming pull, and ascended like an immortal, floating toward the moon.

Down on the ground, the Netherworld Earth Dragon persisted in its resistance, holding firm against the force.

Yet, the attraction from the Bright Moon Treasure intensified to horrifying levels; even chunks of the solid earth lifted off bit by bit, peeling away layer upon layer, heading for the bright moon.

How could the Netherworld Earth Dragon, rooted in the earth itself, possibly withstand it?

A faint glimmer of light began to emerge on the Netherworld Earth Dragon's back.

Its features turned savage, wings sprouting from its back, covering its entire bluish-black frame.

This was the Flying Yaksha that had vanished previously!

But differing from the sly-faced Flying Yaksha before, this airborne zombie's gaze now showed a trace of sharp awareness.

He dropped to one knee atop the Netherworld Earth Dragon, letting out an eerie, clashing sound.

"Since you address me as Senior Brother, why force me into oblivion, Junior Brother?"

The tone was gravelly and forceful, yet laced with a piercing, high-pitched edge, blending masculine and feminine qualities.

At this utterance, the Wind-Calming Wave appeared to falter briefly.

From within the bright moon, a response echoed once more, now tinged with emotional stirrings.

"Addressing you as Senior Brother honors only the past kindness of teaching me the art. You, a lingering evil consciousness—do you truly seek to persist in this world?"

These words hit, and the Flying Yaksha's face twisted in shock, prompting an instinctive dive back toward the Netherworld Earth Dragon's form.

Still, a beam of moonlight softly cascaded down, wrapping around him.

Greenish mist billowed within the moonlight.

Silently, the Flying Yaksha vanished without a trace from between heaven and earth.

From his high vantage, Luo Chen observed the event, his pupils shrinking against his will.

The Flying Yaksha was far from feeble; even if unafraid, subduing it would demand considerable exertion.

Moreover, from their back-and-forth words, it was evident that a mighty power's malevolent remnant resided in this flying corpse.

Its strength far surpassed the typical Late Stage Nascent Soul measure.

The way a mere phrase from the opponent quelled the turmoil spoke volumes.

It had probably neared the God Transformation realm endlessly.

Faced with such might, against the moon's glow, it stood no chance of defiance.

So, what realm did this Moon-Grabbing Man occupy?

Luo Chen struggled to comprehend it deep within.

His fading view settled on the Netherworld Earth Dragon.

And what of it?

In his sight, a dense yellow radiance abruptly shot skyward, jolting the bright moon.

The Netherworld Earth Dragon had detonated itself!

Yet, merely its thousand-zhang body exploded.

From the edge of his vision, Luo Chen caught a small silhouette, leveraging the blast's force to pass the Death Gate and flee the Underworld.

"Was that the true Netherworld Earth Dragon from the start?"

This realization struck Luo Chen, causing his mind to blank out momentarily.

...

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Raze the Holy Land, break the chains, slaughter them all!"

Battle cries deafened the ears, while the metallic tang of blood assaulted the senses.

Figures blanketed the hills and fields, rays of light streaked up and down, and countless magic items soared, stunning the spirit and will.

Conflict alone rang out as the sole tune in this era!

The Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance and Tianyuan Daoist Sect's united forces, honed over a hundred years, struck like a bolt from the blue, breaching the Southern Border Sacred Land's Life and Death Gate at last.

The clash ignited fiercely from the outset.

The Gate of Life and Death, sealed away for centuries, proved far from the weak entity the outside world imagined; it unleashed a terrifying might as the fight began.

Leveraging the sect's millennia-old terrain advantages, the Gate of Life and Death cultivators inflicted a devastating strike on the invaders immediately.

They almost expelled them beyond the mountain entrance.

Only when the coalition's elite Nascent Soul Realm powerhouses mobilized en masse did the crisis start to ease.

The Evil Mountain Stiff Alliance boasted over thirty Nascent Soul True Masters.

The Tianyuan Daoist Sect commanded more than twenty Nascent Soul True Masters.