Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2641 - 974_2

Seven years have now elapsed, and the eighth year has dawned.

Assuming no massive conflict is currently ravaging the South Border, the Soulbreak Cliff must have consumed its fill.

If it is choosing to depart at this very moment, something significantly more alluring must be beckoning it.

"Could it be a location currently erupting with warfare, matching the scale of the North Sea demon chaos or the South Border struggles?"

"Or perhaps a grave event is on the horizon, or it has already transpired?"

Luo Chen pondered several possibilities, his thoughts eventually settling on the familiar "Eastern Wasteland."

In recent years, the Eastern Wasteland has been plagued by nearly constant warfare, resulting in countless unnecessary deaths.

Combined with the total collapse of the Dark Abyss Sect, the Nether Abyss no longer serves as a barrier for the ocean territories of the Eastern Wasteland; it is highly probable that the Soulbreak Cliff is drifting toward that very region.

If such were the case...

A glimmer of hope ignited within Luo Chen’s eyes.

He had long ago observed that the tidal rhythm of the Netherworld Sea shifts not only with the cycle of day and night but also as time progresses.

As time drags on, the waters grow increasingly calm.

Much like a gluttonous beast, the sea is most aggressive at the start—which explains the fierce winds and heavy waves.

Once it is satisfied, the intensity of the tides inevitably wanes.

If he is to make his escape, he must seize the opportunity while the winds are still howling and the waves are still violent!

With this newfound resolution, Luo Chen made a secret vow.

"Before that fateful day arrives, I must complete the division of the Ninth Soul and prepare everything required!"

...

A flash of white light shimmered across the distant horizon.

A heartbeat later, the muffled rumble of thunder echoed in his ears.

High atop Zuowang Peak of Rotten Stalemate Mountain, a lone figure stood by the railing, observing the tempestuous clouds churning above the Nine Heavens with an unflappable gaze.

The sound of hurried footsteps drew near, and soon an individual appeared behind the elder, offering a respectful bow.

"Sect Master, the preparations are complete!"

Mo Shouzhuo, the Sect Master of the Tianyuan Daoist Sect, gave a slight nod before venturing into one of the grand halls atop Zuowang Peak.

As he stepped into the vacant hall, four distinct beams of light flared to life.

One of the lights shimmered unsteadily, and a voice spoke with noticeable impatience.

"Brother, why keep me from returning to the South Border?"

Mo Shouzhuo cast a glance at the indistinct silhouette and replied with measured calm, "The Gate of Life and Death has manifested; do you truly believe you can shatter it?"

The speaker was instantly silenced.

Nearby, three other beams of light stabilized, and a gentle woman’s voice resonated from one of them.

"Brother Liancheng, why the haste? Youli has already ascended, and the South Border is essentially land without a master. There is no harm in letting it linger a few days longer."

Liancheng protested, "Without a Divine Transformation expert at the helm, the Gate of Life and Death is surely penetrable; it simply requires more time to dismantle."

Mo Shouzhuo retorted coolly, "Are you not concerned about the countermeasures left behind by Youli Divine Monarch prior to his ascension?"

Liancheng answered with a trace of bitterness, "He only managed to defeat me by leveraging the sheer Spirit Mechanism required for his own Ascension. Now that he is gone, why should I fear his remnants?"

A light, mocking chuckle drifted from another light, belonging to neither the Sect Master nor the woman.

"Ah, little Liancheng, do not underestimate the great heroes of this world. Youli Divine Monarch’s true prowess is far beyond your frail imagination."

"Brother Buqi, why mock me?" Liancheng countered in frustration. "During the siege at the Gate of Life and Death, your Zhan family suffered heavy losses as well! Even your most promising successor, Zhan Bingtao, has yet to recover. And Brother Tan, that girl from your clan never even had her remains recovered."

Zhan Buqi’s tone faltered, then sharpened, "The South Border was your burden to bear, yet you offer such excuses after such a monumental failure?"

Tan Fengyue, one of the Five Ancestors of Tianyuan, sighed softly.

"This entire campaign across the Mountain Sea and the Four Continents was intended to forge our juniors; that girl’s death was merely a tragic quirk of fate. However, Youli Divine Monarch’s capabilities were truly beyond common understanding."

As the hall filled with chatter, Mo Shouzhuo appeared visibly annoyed.

Bang!

He struck the table with the back of his hand and spoke with cold authority, "Youli Divine Monarch’s gambit was indeed unforeseen. Yet, it is an indisputable fact that he has ascended and departed this realm. The Gate of Life and Death cannot produce another Divine Transformation expert in the near future. The assimilation of the South Border is inevitable. Liancheng, exhibit some patience; you will eventually return to the South Border."

"Hmph!" Liancheng sniffed coldly, but despite his dissatisfaction, he pressed the matter no further.

After all, the Tianyuan Daoist Sect’s campaign across the Four Continents had proceeded smoothly everywhere else; only his front had encountered such a humiliating setback.

Yet he felt profoundly wronged!

Who could have predicted that Youli, already nearing the end of his lifespan, would choose to ascend and force a violent backlash that annihilated the sect’s vanguard?

Mo Shouzhuo brushed the topic aside and turned his attention to other territories.

"Chun Yuan, how fares the Eastern Wasteland?"

The gentle feminine voice returned, detailing the state of the East with methodical precision.

"The minor sects, cowed by the threats of demon beasts, have already submitted to our authority."

"During the height of the war, I viewed Cangwu Mountain from afar. The Heavenly Tribulation has loomed over it for over a decade; it is truly an ominous sight."

"Those three friends of Mingyuan were undeniably brave to execute such measures before their eventual demise."

Mo Shouzhuo’s expression softened slightly. "So, the Demon Phoenix is truly unable to intervene?"

Ancestor Chun Yuan affirmed softly, "It is certain."

Mo Shouzhuo heaved a sigh of relief. "If that is the case, accelerate our efforts to unify the Eastern Wasteland Immortal World. But bear this in mind: our influence must remain locked to the traditional lands of the Eastern Wasteland human clans; neither the Million Mountains nor Cangwu Mountain are to be touched."

A voice within the hall sounded confused.

"If the Demon Phoenix is already gravely wounded and further suppressed by the Heavenly Tribulation, why hold such hesitation?"

The confused soul was none other than Ancestor Liancheng.

Mo Shouzhuo gestured dismissively, "You fail to grasp the truth, brother. The Demon Phoenix’s innate strength exceeds that of Youli Divine Monarch. Even suppressed within this realm and hindered by external constraints, it is not a creature we can provoke on a whim. If the Dark Abyss Sect had not collapsed so abruptly, our Tianyuan Daoist Sect would never have dared to set foot on Eastern Wasteland soil."