Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2662 - 982: Ceasefire and Cooperation to Destroy the Enemy

The sun hung in the sky, obscured by a thick layer of grayish haze, casting a sickly, yellowish pallor over the entire landscape.

The air roared with the sound of wind-driven sand and debris, a harsh assault on the senses.

Within the impenetrable gloom, a savage sandstorm raged, obliterating everything that dared to cross its path.

At its epicenter, a colossal vortex of sand spanned the gap between heaven and earth, hungrily consuming any living thing in its reach.

Occasionally, the mangled remains of Demon Beasts were snatched into the gale, fueling the vortex as it continued to swell.

All of this destruction was the consequence of a titanic struggle between two of the era’s most formidable powerhouses.

The devastating clash between the 'Thousand Clouds Flowing Together' and the 'Subspace Slash' had ignited a terrifying chain reaction.

As the man in black robes with silver trim ventured into the heart of the storm, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the carnage left behind.

'Could anyone truly survive these devastating techniques even with a Nascent Soul?'

He was stunned by the immense power displayed by these mysterious figures, yet he felt a secret thrill at their desperate battle to the death.

Such legendary arts were never unleashed lightly.

Once it reached this level of intensity, it was undeniably a matter of life or death.

'Did they destroy each other?'

The Silver Refining Roc licked his parched lips and descended into the Sand Trap Valley.

He pushed his Divine Consciousness outward, scanning the surroundings with extreme caution, finally tracking a lingering trace of Breath deep into the earth.

A thousand feet below the surface, the eyes of the Silver Refining Roc suddenly gleamed with excitement!

'Found you!'

He thrust his palm outward.

The dense, shifting sands parted, slowly exposing the scene inside the cavernous pit.

There lay a man and a woman!

The man was completely exposed, missing an arm, his legs immobile and battered. Countless wounds marred his body, the most severe being a foot-and-a-half-long gash stretching across his torso.

The woman’s state was equally dire; her skin was bruised and blackened, riddled with scars, and a Golden Needle glinted faintly near her Heavenly Spirit Cover, a truly pathetic sight.

They were locked together in an intimate, almost jarring embrace, like lovers at the end of their tether.

'A mutual destruction after all!'

The Silver Refining Roc felt a surge of triumph at the sight.

However, as his Divine Consciousness swept over them, a flicker of disappointment crossed his face.

'There is no Breath left; the Nascent Souls must have dissipated. This means the most valuable prizes are gone.'

Sighing, he shifted his focus back to their remains.

Powerhouses of that caliber were sure to have carried incredible wealth.

To ensure his safety, the Silver Refining Roc flicked his fingers, unleashing several bursts of Demon Qi toward the corpses.

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The heads of the duo burst like overripe fruit under the concentrated force.

Only then did the Silver Refining Roc exhale in relief.

The head housed the Sea of Consciousness; while a cultivator’s Divine Soul could briefly manifest within a Nascent Soul, nobody would risk leaving their brain exposed as a trap.

It appeared they had indeed destroyed each other completely!

'What an immense stroke of luck!'

Filled with glee, the Silver Refining Roc surged downward.

Abruptly!

'Something is wrong!'

The expression of the Silver Refining Roc warped as a series of violent snaps echoed from within his own body, as if he were being torn apart from the inside.

His eyes flooded with crimson, and the world began to warp around him.

The illusion dissolved into reality in the blink of an eye.

Before him, the woman in green reached out, effortlessly piercing through the defensive barriers he had painstakingly erected.

'It’s a trap!'

Panic seized the Silver Refining Roc as he desperately gathered his Qi Power, sending waves of silver light flashing throughout the chamber.

The woman in green ignored the display, her hand still advancing steadily.

Where she gestured, the silver Qi shattered like droplets of mercury; his defenses were rendered useless.

As her touch brushed his head, total terror overwhelmed him.

'My brother is the West Desert Dominator Golden Roc King, spare me!'

The Golden Roc King was none other than the feared Fifth-order Desolate Beast, the Golden Winged Roc.

At the mention of that name, the woman in green hesitated for a fraction of a second.

Immediately after, a muffled hum resonated from behind.

The eyes of the Silver Refining Roc glazed over.

Seizing the moment, the woman in green drove her right hand through his skull with the force of a falling mountain, crushing his brain entirely.

His Divine Soul disintegrated, and blood sprayed outward like blooming flowers.

Devoid of its consciousness, the body involuntarily shifted back to its true, gargantuan form—a Roc spanning hundreds of feet, cast in brilliant silver, sharp and imposing.

Boom!

The massive bulk of the Roc slammed into the sand dunes with a heavy impact.

At that exact moment, the sound of labored breathing drifted from behind the woman in green.

She whirled around to find the man resting against the cavern wall, tears of blood leaking from his eyes, a flicker of genuine shock in her expression.

She was clearly stunned that Luo Chen had the ability to suppress a Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator with a Soul Technique while in such a precarious position.

Seeing the amazement in her gaze, Luo Chen closed his eyes with strenuous effort and offered a bitter smile, 'Even if my Divine Soul endowment far surpasses my peers, it is still futile against you, isn't it?'

Qing Shuang made no comment, wiping the blood from her palms before stepping toward him.

'Can you still move?'

Eyes remaining shut, Luo Chen replied, 'I require a moment to recover.'

Qing Shuang nodded and strolled over to the fallen Silver Refining Roc, observing him for a moment before striking suddenly.

Crash!

Amidst a spray of gore, a Storage Bag flew out from the carcass.

'There is likely something in here that you require.'

Luo Chen didn't decline; he retrieved the bag and swept his hand over it, instantly erasing the fragile Divine Soul Imprint.

Several medicinal bottles tumbled out into his palm.

Even without his sight, Luo Chen’s investigation revealed the true nature of these elixirs instantly.

'Agatha Pill, capable of reviving the dying and regenerating flesh.'

'Relic Pill, designed to restore a cultivator’s depleted Qi Power.'

'Bone Marrow, a Fourth Order treasure for mending damaged Meridians.'

'This Demon Roc was truly carrying a fortune! '

Given that Luo Chen’s personal cache of pills had been empty for years, these remedies were exactly what he needed to survive.

He began to organize and ingest the pills, feeling his dangerously low Breath begin to climb once again.