Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2635 - 972: Soulbreak Cliff, Netherworld Sea, Supreme Great Desolate

Crash!

The dark ink-hued mountain ridge jutted out at an angle like a sword slicing through the ground, devoid of any breeze or clouds, while the night sky pressed down heavily.

Solely the enormous waves, resembling massive walls of a city, surged from the distance, pounding into the cliff beneath with a thunderous crash.

Repeatedly, the ebony cliff remained steadfast and unshaken.

The shadowy waves appeared bewildered, slowly withdrawing after endless failed attacks.

As the tide's noise faded to the labored breaths of a cornered animal, a glimpse of the scene at the cliff's foot started to emerge.

Smooth, rounded pebbles, gleaming like gems, covered the beach, and bones from unknown Demon Beasts lay scattered all around.

With the wind picking up, a skull was softly nudged and tumbled over the sleek shore until it collided with a burnt body.

Bang!

The once completely black corpse abruptly ignited with a strand of pale blue-white fire.

The cracked skull instantly crumbled into dust.

And the blue-white flame, as though depleted, fully extinguished, vanishing into the corpse.

"Hmph..."

A low grunt abruptly echoed as the corpse twitched strangely!

Its arm contorted, fumbling on the ground briefly, then with great effort and strain, it flipped itself over.

This single action appeared to drain every bit of his energy.

Shush!

A pair of eyes abruptly snapped open, greeted only by utter blackness, without moon or stars.

"Where am I?"

Luo Chen struggled to move his lips, but no sound came out, so he could only whisper inwardly.

He tried to stretch out his Divine Consciousness, yet inexplicably, it faced heavy suppression, unable to probe further than about a hundred yards.

This suppressive power was even more intense than during the Yin Yang Residual Realm's activation of the Yellow Bee Array!

Unable to extend externally, Luo Chen had no choice but to examine internally.

The sight that greeted him made his heart sink.

Bad!

Awful!

Far worse than when he departed the South Border!

His Nascent Soul was completely shriveled, its tiny form unable to even pry open its eyes, as if any stir might cause it to fall apart.

Across his entire body, no hint of Qi Power lingered in the meridians or acupoints.

If that was the extent, it could be tolerable, but even his once-vaunted bodily strength now clung on by a thread.

Origin Force depleted, meridians fractured in many places, and even his formerly unbreakable bones displayed cracks. The Hundred Poison King Gu, concealed in his abdomen, had entered a deep sleep.

All this resulted from those murky yellow waves!

Luo Chen started recollecting the events from before.

After he laboriously hurled the lethargic Black King aside, the waves arrived too rapidly, engulfing him in an instant.

He believed he could muster his maximum power and escape straight away.

But surprisingly, beneath those murky yellow waves, his Qi Power mysteriously dissipated, as if the seawater was devouring it.

With no alternatives, Luo Chen turned to various other methods repeatedly.

The Nirvana Sacred Fire scorched all in its path, yet amid the vast murky yellow waves, it amounted to a mere droplet in an ocean.

The Yuan Tu Sword aimed to hack through the onslaught, but a single slash felt like slicing empty space.

Trying to traverse the Yellow Sea using only raw physical might, he encountered disorientation and a sense of floating.

Those murky yellow waves appeared to melt away everything, relentlessly corroding Luo Chen’s flesh and blood.

In utter desperation, Luo Chen kept urging his Origin Force to shield his body.

Yet even that proved barely sufficient!

Luo Chen called upon his ultimate weapon, the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire!

Unlike the somewhat feeble and not fully matured Nirvana Sacred Fire, this Fifth-Order Divine Fire, which he had diligently nurtured for almost three centuries, fulfilled his hopes.

By wildly burning through his Qi Power to activate the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire, he tenaciously withstood the assault of the murky yellow waves over and over.

This enabled him to endure until the conclusion.

The cost, though, was the total depletion of his Qi Power.

His physical form, excessively goaded by the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire, suffered severe backlash.

And that wasn’t all...

Gazing inside his Purple Mansion, the formerly thriving and lively Fire Tree now sagged lifelessly.

Even reaching out to the Fire Spirit brought scant reaction.

Luo Chen understood that in the end, short of his Nascent Soul crumbling, his Qi Power had run too low to maintain the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire; it was the Fire Spirit sacrificing its core essence to safeguard a spark of existence for him.

This was the Fire Spirit’s willing defense.

"Who would have thought that I, a prominent figure in the Alchemy Sect, who stood equal with my contemporaries, defeated numerous mighty enemies; even Great Cultivators and the Great Demon Emperor found me unyielding, and a wounded Divine Transformation cultivator perished under my blade. Yet merely one wave nearly dragged me to the edge of oblivion."

"Haha..."

A wry chuckle rasped from Luo Chen’s throat, emerging with great strain, sounding like rough sand scraping against his larynx. Under the veil of night, it continued to rasp endlessly—this was a positive sign, indicating Luo Chen was slowly reclaiming command over his form.

With the immediate peril passed for now, Luo Chen quickly evaluated his state, then considered his present circumstances.

"What in the world were those murky yellow waves... they feel so familiar?"

Focusing his thoughts, Luo Chen doggedly combed through his tangled recollections, disregarding the sharp pain in his head, intent on uncovering the origin of that nagging familiarity.

Despite exhaustive searching, nothing came to light.

Ultimately, Luo Chen was forced to abandon the effort.

"I’m not sure if Black King made it out, I hope he didn’t get caught in the sweep."

Luo Chen inwardly sighed, halting his pointless struggles, and as his mind settled, he started carefully stirring the Qi Power within his Nascent Soul.

At present, the Nascent Soul resembled a delicate porcelain figurine.

A single error could shatter it.

Then, the vast Qi Power composing the Nascent Soul would erupt outward, and his weakened body would probably explode from the force.