Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2643 - 975: Great Desolate Landing, Star Gate Opens, Phoenix Arrives in Zhongzhou

Again, the night was profound and silent.

After sitting still for an extended period, Luo Chen gradually unsealed his eyes.

He massaged his temples, a sense of weariness coloring his features.

Although the constant nourishment from the soul stone kept his main soul at its zenith, suggesting theoretically that he should be capable of endless fragmentation, a severe obstacle hit him upon reaching the Eighth Soul.

He had harbored intentions to push past the limit and divide the Ninth Soul, hoping to nurture its latent strength over time, yet this very ambition seemed to be the source of his current inability to proceed.

He even felt an ominous premonition that forcing the separation of the Ninth Soul would trigger a calamity.

Such a catastrophe was something he dared not contemplate.

"Where exactly does the root of this lie?"

Trusting his instincts, Luo Chen hesitated to act impulsively.

As his cultivation realm deepened, his intuitive sense had grown remarkably sharp—a sign no serious cultivator would dare ignore.

He had no choice but to deliberate, isolate the malfunction, and draft a remedy.

"Could the fault trace back to the foundations I laid? Should I emulate Han Zhan by carving out Nine Souls first, then refining them sequentially?"

Luo Chen found this doubtful, given that his foundational strength far surpassed that of Han Zhan.

"Or is it that after a decade of ceaseless Divine Soul splitting, my main soul has become fundamentally unsustainable?"

Great power often masks deep vulnerabilities; perhaps his resilient main soul had finally reached a threshold beyond which it could no longer fracture.

He remained unsure, especially as the soul stone provided its miraculous effects without revealing any obvious side effects.

He had even taken the precaution of stockpiling these stones for use once he departed from Soulbreak Cliff.

"Or could there be an inherent defect in the Soul Splitting Technique itself, preventing me from achieving absolute mastery?"

Luo Chen quickly dismissed this final possibility.

The flaws in the technique primarily concerned the refinement process of the Divine Soul, a gap he had bridged years ago with the Great Soul Pill.

Furthermore, his mastery of the reconstructed "Tianhuang Nirvana Sutra" provided sufficient methods for soul cultivation, suggesting the error lay elsewhere.

Exhausting his thoughts without finding an answer, Luo Chen let out a faint sigh.

Could eight major souls be his final limit?

"Perhaps my greed has clouded my vision; I have compressed centuries of cultivation into a mere decade, and yet I still crave perfection."

Releasing a breath of impure air, Luo Chen hoisted himself up. He stepped out of his makeshift stone cavern and made his way to the mountainside.

Under the nocturnal shroud, the calm, waveless Soul Island held a haunting, ethereal quality.

Ghostly wails and lupine howls echoed faintly in the distance.

Luo Chen remained composed, having long grown accustomed to the island's atmosphere.

He fixed his gaze on the horizon as his Divine Consciousness rippled outward.

One mile, two miles... expanding until it touched ten miles.

"Ten miles, is it?"

Luo Chen nodded with subtle satisfaction; compared to his meager hundred-foot reach upon arrival, this was an tenfold improvement.

It stood as a testament to the staggering growth of his Divine Soul Endowment.

Yet, it was still not enough.

A thought manifested in his mind, and gold flickered in his vision as his pupils transformed into molten gold.

He channeled his Origin Force along familiar paths, tracing veins of blood within his ocular meridians.

In a heartbeat, his Red Eyes Golden Pupils were fully engaged.

His sight pierced through the darkness, reaching out a thousand miles.

The environment here suppressed his Divine Consciousness heavily, and the muddy atmosphere obscured normal vision, yet his ability to see remained vastly superior to his standard capacity.

Still, no trace of joy surfaced on his face.

His eyes were simply not capable of peering through the Netherworld Sea to catch a glimpse of the Outer World.

"In these conditions, I cannot be certain of a safe extraction from the Netherworld Sea."

"Should I gamble on these odds?"

He questioned himself, wavering in his resolve.

In truth, the nature of his inquiry already dictates the path he must take.

Without Spirit Qi on Soulbreak Cliff, he was incapable of refining Qi.

His limited supplies could not catalyze any further improvements to his physical body.

Even his most promising avenue, Soul Cultivation, had stagnated at the impasse of the Ninth Soul.

Remaining meant slowly withering away on this desolate rock, forever denied the horizon, regardless of his thousand-year lifespan.

He had no choice but to take the risk.

His confidence, beyond the growth of his soul, rested on one other thing.

Luo Chen performed an Inner View, seeing the lush branches of the Purple Mansion’s Green and White Fire Tree stretching outward.

The formerly spent Withering and Flourishing Fire Spirit had stirred back to life.

Though not yet at its peak, his prior journey across the Netherworld Sea had provided experience; he was confident that with his deliberate control, this attempt would be significantly more manageable.

Suddenly, his body swayed.

Luo Chen retracted his Divine Consciousness, startled; had he lost his footing?

It was an impossible notion.

He looked down at the earth below.

The dark, dense beach was trembling slightly.

Even the scattered soul stones that he had meticulously harvested showed signs of agitation.

More significantly, Luo Chen pursed his lips and looked toward the distance.

For eight years, the Netherworld Sea had remained serene every night, but tonight, it was restless.

Winds stirred from unseen origins, and waves churned from the depths of the Netherworld.

Splash—

The sharp sound of crashing waves under the night sky carried far.

Luo Chen observed the phenomenon in awe, whispering, "What is unfolding here?"

Perhaps the real mystery wasn't the event itself, but rather where Soulbreak Cliff had drifted in recent days.

The dawn provided the answer as it broke over the horizon.

With the first light of day, the hazy, muddy expanse of the Netherworld Sea began to reveal strange reflections.

A dense, pulsating blue light spread relentlessly from the east toward the north, and within its reach, clusters of Qinghe swayed.

The ground undulated as if some gargantuan entity were shifting beneath the surface, driving mountain ridges to emerge in a majestic, bowing display of nature's power.