Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2645 - 976: Bone-Crafted Boat, Great Power Arrives from the East

Luo Chen had consistently orchestrated plans for his escape from Soul Island.

Unlike routine sea crossings, he avoided waiting for tranquil waters, opting instead for the exact opposite approach.

When the winds are calm, the Netherworld Sea hides lethal dangers and exerts a crushing pressure on the divine soul. With his limited ability to extend his divine consciousness, wandering into such treacherous conditions invites certain doom.

Conversely, when the environment is tempestuous and the undercurrents are in full churn, the danger remains largely on the surface. Despite the chaotic appearance, the situation is more manageable.

Under these conditions, as long as one exercises extreme caution, there is always an opportunity to maneuver toward safety.

In recent days, Luo Chen dedicated himself to refining the Ten Thousand Array Gu inherited from Granny Hong Ye.

While it must be admitted that Southern Border Gu cultivators often display less brute force in direct combat, their ingenuity in utilizing Gu insects to bolster both cultivation and battle capabilities is undeniably worth admiration.

The Array Gu serves as a prime example.

Typical array masters rely on precious artifacts like Array Flags and Disks to construct formations, but the efficiency and potency of these arrays are tethered solely to the talent of the master.

The Array Gu functions quite differently.

These living insects inherently possess numerous foundational prohibitions. A master simply needs to rearrange and distribute these existing structures to rapidly manifest a complex array.

If gaps remain, the master can weave in supplementary prohibitions to solidify the formation.

Such utility creates a synergy where the final result far outweighs the sum of its parts.

For practitioners like Luo Chen and Granny Hong Ye, the artifact functions like giving wings to a tiger.

Equipping himself with the Ten Thousand Array Gu represents a strategic contingency for Luo Chen.

Should he falter while navigating the perilous Netherworld Sea, he could rely on the defensive formations provided by the Array Gu to secure a moment of recovery.

Initially, Luo Chen had a different anchor for such emergencies: the Black King.

Whether he was cultivating, traveling, or locked in combat, he relied on the Black King’s constant presence, anticipating the creature would emerge at the right moment to provide him a chance to recover.

However, the unexpected arrival of the Netherworld Sea Waves forced them to separate.

Now, he was compelled to forge a different path.

The Ten Thousand Array Gu proved to be an excellent substitute.

"I wonder how the Black King is faring now?"

As dawn broke, Luo Chen adjusted his battle-worn Xuan Chen Armor and stood silently on the shoreline.

Reflecting on the Black King, a rare flicker of unease crossed his face.

The South Ocean is vast, cryptic, and lethal. Without his guidance, even a creature as formidable as the Black King would struggle to advance.

Especially during the surge of the Netherworld Sea, when all life faced extinction—could the Black King have truly escaped that inescapable fate?

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness rested a single drop of the Black King’s Soul Blood.

Under normal circumstances, this would allow him to monitor the creature’s well-being. But on this island, the connection was severed. His own divine consciousness could barely extend past his nose; it was impossible to sense such a distant drop of blood.

Only once he escaped the Netherworld Sea could he hope to reconnect with the Black King’s status.

And today was the day he would finally leave.

With a flicker of intent, Luo Chen’s form shifted in an instant.

Hiss!

A shimmering blue flame flared to life, weaving itself into a delicate, thin veil that clung to his entire form.

This was the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire.

It felt distinct from before.

While the inherent power of the flame had not surged, his mastery over its intricate details had advanced significantly.

Never before had Luo Chen managed to achieve such precise, delicate control.

The fire-wrought attire appeared translucent and fragile.

Yet, it enveloped every inch of his body with absolute perfection.

This was the dividend of his elevated divine soul, which granted him flawless manipulation over Fifth-Order Divine Fire.

Although the raw output remained unchanged, the strain on his Qi Power was drastically reduced.

This efficiency served as the foundation of his confidence; it was precisely why he dared to traverse the Netherworld Sea once more.

Since the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire had protected him safely to Soul Island, it should prove just as effective for his departure.

Crash...

The waves of the Netherworld Sea remained relentless, beating against the shore with unceasing ferocity throughout the cycle of day and night.

Luo Chen stepped cautiously into the dark, murky surge.

As he entered the swells, a crackling sound echoed from the divine fire as the layers of flame were rapidly eroded by the environment.

However, Luo Chen channeled his Qi Power, and the protective shroud replenished itself as quickly as it withered.

"Even if it drains every last drop of my Nascent Soul Power, I will make it out!"

Steeling his resolve, Luo Chen plunged deep into the vast, yellow expanse.

...

Crash!

Another massive surge slammed into Soulbreak Cliff.

As the tide retreated, Luo Chen emerged once again, standing upon the dark, volcanic sand.

He had only been gone for the duration of a cup of tea.

A failure?

Yet, no shadow of disappointment tainted Luo Chen’s features. Instead, his eyes flickered with curiosity.

He stepped away from the black sand and climbed a jagged reef, his gaze fixed on the horizon, waiting with an air of expectation.

He didn’t have to wait long.

After the time it takes to brew a second cup of tea, a colossal silhouette materialized in the distance.

A burst of brilliant, pulsating red light rose and dipped within the depths of the Yellow Sea.

Luo Chen’s eyes brightened, and he whispered, "It is truly the Ghost Immortal Tower!"

When the next massive wave collided with Soul Island, a thunderous impact echoed, as if two mountains had smashed together.

Boom!

Once the tide receded, the spectral phantom of the Ghost Immortal Tower manifested in the gloom.

Even a fleeting look revealed swarms of enticing spirits wreathed in dark, roiling ghost qi.

Within the blur, one could almost spot immortals wandering through ivory towers, existing far above the biting, supernatural cold.

However, a sharp shout from Luo Chen shattered the visions, and the illusions dissipated instantly.

"It is little wonder this is the Desolate Beast Ghost Immortal Tower; even in death, its residual illusions remain dangerous."

Luo Chen gave a faint nod of approval, completely unfazed.

With his current divine soul endowment, these lingering hallucinations held no sway over his mind.

Free from the deception of the phantom, Luo Chen peered at the true, stark form of the ancient desolate beast.