Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2659 - 981: Friends Who Kiss Each Other’s Necks, Heartfelt Words
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Across the vast and desolate desert, jagged ridges rise and fall in a rhythmic dance.
Under the span of the night sky, these winding ridges weave together, forming a circular enclosure.
As dawn breaks, the gentle rays of the sun begin to spill over the landscape, illuminating the hidden depths within.
These ridges extend for hundreds of miles, creating a valley of immense depth.
From a distance, it remains nearly indistinguishable from the surrounding terrain.
Only when viewed from above can one comprehend the sheer magnitude of the Demon Beasts entrenched within.
At this early hour, typically reserved for rest and slumber, thousands of demons are jolted awake.
The cause: a series of explosions echoing from the void, drawing rapidly closer.
Leading them is a Great Demon, draped in a black, silver-lined robe, his face elongated and his nose sharp, possessing lightning-fast reflexes.
The moment the first explosion rocks the earth, he snaps to full awareness.
With a face twisted in shock and rage, he shouts, "Could it be that our strategic gathering in Sand Trap Valley to ambush Five Platforms Temple has been exposed?"
He surges into the heavens, casting his divine consciousness far and wide.
His complexion drains of all color, for another divine consciousness—vast as a boundless sea and far more formidable—approaches with a chilling, monstrous intent to kill.
"A Divine Transformation Great Power?"
Shuddering throughout his entire frame, the black-robed Great Demon turns and flees without the slightest hesitation.
Inside Sand Trap Valley, a hundred thousand Demon Beasts stare blankly, failing to grasp why Lord Silver Refining Roc has abandoned them.
Instinctively, they turn their gaze toward the opposite horizon.
Moments later, a disheveled figure manifests in the sky above the valley.
As their gazes lock, the realization hits the demons: A member of the Human Clan?
An instant later!
Whoosh!
A sharp, piercing whistle rends the air as the bare-chested figure casually raises a hand, unleashing a blade of blood-red light.
The blood-red sword tears through space, transforming into a brilliant long rainbow that extinguishes countless lives in a heartbeat.
"Roar!"
"Woo woo!"
Chaos instantly consumes the valley.
Demon beasts of every shape and size scramble to ascend into the sky, desperate to escape their cage.
The one-armed, bare-chested man releases the sword as if tearing through the very fabric of space.
With a single hand, he forms a seal, pointing directly at the heavens.
Across the desert, where there should have been nothing but a clear, morning sky, a misty white cloud suddenly manifests.
The confused demons look on, bewildered.
Then, within the heart of the expanding white cloud, a colossal eye snaps open.
The pupil is a brilliant, dazzling gold, surrounded by a sea of blood-red.
It is the Red Eyes Golden Pupils!
As the cloud-bound eye opens, it emits a soothing, misty radiance, momentarily pacifying the panicked demons who were attempting to flee.
Yet, while the beasts grew calm, the blood-red sword showed no such mercy.
The ring of sword light expanded and swelled relentlessly—ten miles, twenty miles, reaching out a full hundred miles...
Everything in its wake dissolved into a fine mist of blood.
The sword itself greedily consumed this sea of gore, growing increasingly vibrant and sinister, its blade gleaming with the luster of glaze.
Though the process felt drawn out, it unfolded entirely within the span of a few breaths.
With the act completed, the bare-chested man’s vigor faded to a point of extreme exhaustion.
His presence was now almost devoid of any detectable mana fluctuations.
His clear eyes, uncontrolled, began to weep two trails of blood-red tears.
He pivoted slowly, his gaze drifting back down the path he had arrived from.
"Qing Shuang, can you withstand this sword?"
"Caw!"
A cry pierced the mist and clouds alike.
A majestic Cyan Simurgh tore across the skies; upon witnessing Luo Chen’s wretched condition and the Asura Purgatory-like devastation behind him, her heart trembled.
Yet, the furious urge to kill within her mind could not be quelled.
"Even if it destroys my Dao cultivation, I will end you!"
In her shrill cry, a hazy cyan light poured forth from her silhouette.
A pitch-black, crescent-shaped fissure slowly manifested before her, spanning a length of a hundred zhang.
The same technique once more: Subspace Slash!
Having unleashed this move, Qing Shuang appeared unable to maintain her form, her massive stature shrinking rapidly until she returned to human guise.
The Subspace Slash surged forward, erasing everything it touched.
Although the strike moved with a speed that seemed deceptively sluggish—as if one could simply step aside—Luo Chen understood its true nature all too well, having lost an arm to it before.
Unless one possessed a speed exceeding Qing Shuang’s and mastery over the Space Dao, there was no escaping such a strike.
But he never had any intention of retreating!
He raised his lone arm, his two fingers pointing outward.
"Go!"
Whoosh!
A gleam of light erupted from the valley depths behind him.
Surging blood energy materialized into a crimson rainbow, trailing the Yuan Tu Sword as it plummeted toward the hundred-zhang black void.
The blood of demons would slaughter the Azure Phoenix of ten thousand!
Closer!
Closer still!
The two forces collided in a silent impact.
There was no earth-shattering roar, nor was there a display of blinding light.
There was merely a soundless, void-like erasure.
The black fissure ravenously devoured the endless sword Qi.
The blood-red sword frantically hammered against the enigmatic, divine power.
Luo Chen’s lips were pressed into a thin line, his expression as cold as ice, his immense divine soul exerting total control over the blade.
This technique was born from his synthesis of Cloud Chess Water Mirror and Red Eyes Golden Pupils to manifest Mirror Flower, Water Moon, allowing him to briefly subjugate the ten thousand demons before using their slaughter to fuel the Yuan Tu Sword.
It was a technique derived from the Fifth Order Sword Manual, the "Thousand Clouds and Ten Thousand Transformations Sword Scripture" under the chapter of "Thousand Clouds Flowing Together."
Because his Sky Qi was utterly spent, he had substituted it with the blood energy of demons.
This made the control an arduous labor; already suffering from grave wounds, he teetered on the brink of total collapse.
But he refused to fall!
He could not fall here!
For Hui Niang, for Caiyi, for his son, his friends, his disciples, his old companions... and for that one final step toward Longevity!