Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2672 - 985: White-robed Vajra, Mahakala_2

Having a bit of spare time, he spoke leisurely, "You two benefactors might not realize, but the Glazed Pure Land stands as the foremost and sole Spiritual Treasure of West Desert Buddhism, in no way falling short of Zhongzhou's Lan Ke Chessboard."

Luo Chen arched a brow, "Does this treasure also manage to suppress Earth Qi and seize Spirit Mechanism?"

"Far more than that!" The little monk grinned with assurance.

Yet Luo Chen remained doubtful, "If it's really so formidable, why is it solely in your possession? Wouldn't the West Desert's true ruler, the Hanging Temple, allow such a vital treasure to roam freely outside?"

The little monk stayed silent, merely hurling the last Dao Law Method skyward.

The night hung high, devoid of stars or moon.

Once this Dao Law Method took effect, however, the heavens quaked as dark clouds dispersed.

Soft moonlight cascaded down, piercing into the void's depths.

Slowly, a Glazed Buddha Temple appeared, concealed amid a Pagoda Forest and Bamboo Sea.

"Please, both of you, proceed!"

Luo Chen's steps faltered, coming to a stop.

In this pivotal instant, hesitation gripped him.

Mysterious though the Space Dao was, most cultivators worldwide grasped it only superficially.

Buddhism, however, stood apart.

The ancient idea of a mustard seed holding Mount Sumeru, or Mount Sumeru tucked in a mustard seed, had endured ages.

The Glazed Pure Land turning out to be a Space Spiritual Treasure caught him off guard.

Entering meant escape might prove far from easy.

"Let's enter!"

To his surprise, Qing Shuang displayed no trepidation.

Via transmission, she said, "The prohibition that Xuan Du-possessed novice monk just applied was the Balancing Technique. Thanks to it, the Glazed Pure Land stays eternally linked to the outside. Should I wish to exit, it would happen in a flash."

This guarantee finally eased Luo Chen's mind.

He raised his foot, crossing the rippling void, and suddenly the world inverted in a blur.

Gazing upward, a radiant moon dangled high in the nocturnal sky.

Indeed, it formed a tiny realm concealed in the void—a mustard seed encompassing Mount Sumeru!

Unlike the shaky small world of Yin Yang Realm, this Glazed Pure Land's space felt remarkably steady, matching the outside realm perfectly.

Luo Chen's power made tearing a void rift exceedingly tough.

Qing Shuang lingered briefly at the entrance, verifying her perception, before nodding to Luo Chen.

The little monk refrained from entering after them.

Once they had gone in, his frame shook, confusion flickered in his gaze, and he paid respects to the moon-veiled Buddha Temple prior to departing solo.

Beneath the moonlight, the verdant Bamboo Sea rustled in the breeze, while the pale Pagoda Forest loomed grand and dignified.

This stunning vista stretched visible for a hundred miles.

Furthermore, numerous eyes caught Luo Chen and Qing Shuang's entrance.

Instantly, word raced out about the Glazed Pure Land's revelation, plus Alchemy Sect's Luo Chen and Demon Emperor Qing Shuang stepping inside.

...

From the glaze-like Buddha Temple drifted the calming rhythm of a wooden fish.

Two silhouettes passed the doorway, stepping in side by side.

A monk clad in white faced away, with two meditation cushions prepared in the chamber, as though he'd awaited them endlessly.

"Please!"

A surprisingly young voice rang out.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang shared a look, unperturbed, and settled boldly onto the cushions.

The white-robed monk kept striking the wooden fish, murmuring Buddhist scriptures softly.

After what felt like ages, he ceased, pivoting around gradually.

One mere look!

Eyes locked, and within Luo Chen’s pupils, Mirror Flower, Water Moon abruptly flowered.

The young monk met it head-on, cross-legged amid unfurling blossoms and encircling Celestial Maidens.

Infinite visions sought to drown him, but his mind stayed firm, unshaken.

At the same time, outside.

Qing Shuang punched across the void, her pale arm poised to rend all asunder.

The young monk just offered a faint smile, pinched a flower between fingers, and flicked it lightly.

Dong!

A resounding boom reverberated; the young monk jolted, like a massive bell tolled.

Qing Shuang drew back her right hand steadily, creasing her forehead faintly.

"Great Vajra Physique, outstripping even Wutai Mountain's bald donkey Ci En!"

Meanwhile, Luo Chen, faintly drained, shut his eyes momentarily before opening them anew, eyeing the white-robed monk ahead with shock and doubt.

"You!"

The white-clad monk massaged his forehead and commended, "Alchemy Sect's prowess defies mortal comprehension. Without my prior Primordial Spirit condensation, the Divine Soul's crushing force would have trapped me in boundless illusions immediately."

Luo Chen gave a slight grin, "Master Xuan Du, you're too generous!"

This outcome startled Qing Shuang somewhat.

She'd felt Luo Chen’s terrifying Divine Soul Endowment up close.

Without the Nether Soul Pearl's shield, not even she could rival him.

No current Nascent Soul True Master’s Divine Soul Endowment matched Luo Chen's, it could be said.

To Qing Shuang, Luo Chen’s immense Divine Soul neared Divine Transformation Great Power endlessly.

Still, Master Xuan Du endured his Soul Technique in this clash!

Luo Chen breathed out Turbid Qi, aware their shared plot with Qing Shuang had failed.

Cooperation talks or deals were never their aim.

Right from the start, the scheme involved breaching the Glazed Pure Land, striking abruptly, subduing Master Xuan Du together, commandeering Buddha Mother Temple's teleportation formation, and swiftly fleeing West Desert.

This foe unexpectedly cultivated Magic and Body Dual Paths!

He countered their combined assault without delay.

Rumors held he'd already condensed his Primordial Spirit, needing just one step to Divine Transformation!

Luo Chen outshone him in Divine Soul Endowment.

Yet Master Xuan Du's Primordial Spirit condensation let his Soul resist Mirror Flower, Water Moon entirely.

And that Great Vajra Physique...

Luo Chen shook his head toward Qing Shuang, dropping their original scheme.

At full strength, they'd stand a chance against Xuan Du, success depending on Spell Battle skills.

Right now, though, a desperate fight wouldn't do.

"Shall we talk sensibly now, you two?" The white monk quickly regained serenity, seemingly unconcerned by their prior ambush, as if Master Xuan Du bore no grudge.

Luo Chen massaged his brow, "The master's resolve shines clear; what burdens your thoughts, making you leverage the teleportation formation to force us here?"

Master Xuan Du ignored Luo Chen’s mocking tone, declaring gravely instead, "Not resolve; this issue touches every sentient being worldwide and demands your aid, both of you."

"Every sentient being?" Luo Chen blinked in surprise; such phrases hadn't reached his ears in ages, prompting a light laugh. "The master truly embodies compassion, yet why should I care for all those lives?"

Master Xuan Du replied evenly, "Benefactor, you're woven into this world of life; should calamity strike, escape isn't guaranteed for you either."

Luo Chen lifted a brow, "Fear-mongering!"

Master Xuan Du gestured downward, "You wondered earlier why I hold the priceless Glazed Pure Land and why Hanging Temple shows no greed. Simple: I stole it from them to stop their grasp on this weapon igniting slaughterous fury!"

Luo Chen's brows knitted, his earlier scorn withdrawn.

After wiping out Huang Man and Shenyuan, he'd felt supreme across the vast realm sans Divine Transformation foes.

Qing Shuang, Space Dao expert, was his sole perceived threat.

Yet Holy Lands demanded his utmost caution.

Hanging Temple reigned supreme in West Desert—a Divine Transformation Holy Land!

"A lofty master stooping to theft suggests the crisis is grave indeed!" Luo Chen remarked.

Master Xuan Du affirmed with a nod, inquiring, "Benefactor, do you know of Hanging Temple's Arhat?"

Arhat?

Luo Chen pursed his lips.

West Desert's cultivation path varied subtly from the other Four Continents.

Besides standard Qi refining and Foundation Establishment, a refined Buddhist Sect hierarchy thrived.

Novice monks, bhikkhus, mages, Vajra, up to Arhats!

His prior alliance with Qing Shuang against Xuan Du arose because the latter could project Divine Perception onto a novice unharmed.

Luo Chen never lowballed Xuan Du initially.

Merely, the foe's later feats surpassed forecasts.

He knew a bit about the named Arhat too.

Hanging Temple's present head, the fabled Mahakala!

Prajna Hall's former chief, who eight centuries back tamed Savage Beast Golden Winged Roc, granting Hanging Temple a Guardian Spirit Venerable.

Ascending to Divine Transformation Realm, he naturally assumed leadership, ruling the temple.

Legends claimed his sway led to the temple's later isolation from mortal strife.

Mahakala kept external silence, leaving most unaware of West Desert's True Buddha absent deep Buddhist Dao interest.

Without Luo Chen's past probe into Tianji Domain's Monk Hui Ping yielding brief record dives, he'd likely not know this power.

Hearing Master Xuan Du invoke this Great Power now stirred Luo Chen's intrigue.

"What befell him?"

Xuan Du's face filled with grief, "He... has perished!"