Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2678 - 988: Three Heads and Six Arms (Part 2)

For an instant, silence reigned as all eyes met in stunned quietude.

...

In the heart of the Western Desert's central region.

Majestic peaks encircled it, like a jade dragon in a tight coil.

Lush greenery blanketed the land, bursting with vibrant life.

Atop that lofty summit lay a zone wreathed in ceaseless Gang Wind, repelling any external gaze.

That zone was none other than the Cui Lan Screen!

The deadly barrier safeguarding the Hanging Temple across millennia.

Through countless years, the Cui Lan Screen had thwarted every outer threat, remaining utterly impregnable from without.

Just a few years prior, even as the Red Sand Ancient Scorpion marshaled a demonic horde from the distant Far West, the assault halted before the Cui Lan Screen.

The Red Sand Ancient Scorpion itself suffered grievous wounds from a distant palm strike by the Hanging Temple's lord, Arhat Mahakala, fleeing shamefully to the Far West.

This prolonged demonic upheaval concluded thanks to the direct action of the Western Desert Holy Land's supreme master.

The long-coveting Tianyuan Daoist Sect withdrew empty-handed, abandoning forever any designs on the Western Desert.

Legends claim that in defeat, the Red Sand Ancient Scorpion bellowed, "The Golden Roc King misled me!"

Hence, whispers arose that a alliance between the Red Sand Ancient Scorpion and the Golden Winged Roc could have shattered the Cui Lan Screen.

Yet in that clash, the Golden Winged Roc stayed absent.

The Cui Lan Screen preserved its fame as the deadliest barrier on earth.

This renown grew firmer still after the successive breaches of the other two deadly zones, Beiji Yemo Sky and the Nether Abyss, solidifying its status as the world's supreme peril.

Thus, the adage took deeper root: unbroken Cui Lan Screen means eternal vigilance by the Hanging Temple over the Western Desert.

And right then.

The unending Gang Wind of the Cui Lan Screen abruptly softened to a great degree.

Figures materialized beyond the barrier, each radiating potent Buddha Power, marking their formidable might!

Upon emerging, they lingered instead of departing, awaiting some signal.

Their vigil ended swiftly as a profound voice echoed from the screen's rear.

"A heretic seeks to attain the Arhat Fruit Position in Mosen, I am unable to act; monks, capture him."

In unison, the thirty-six figures intoned the Buddha’s name, roaring their acceptance with thunderous zeal.

Instantly, a presence beyond the screen unleashed astonishing divine might, commanding winds and clouds to weave a Rainbow Bridge that sheathed the monks.

"Go now!"

"Remember, bring back the Glazed Pure Land!"

With a mighty thrust, the thirty-six monks surged into the Rainbow Bridge, hurtling southward at inconceivable velocity.

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Woosh woosh!

Fierce gales howled, blanketing the earth in frost and snow.

A figure sat cross-legged amid it, steadfast as a mountain rock.

Yet a keen eye would spot an odd quiver beneath the snow shroud on that form.

Skin turned dusky blue-black, riddled with blisters, while incessant "chirping" noises escaped the lips.

Abruptly!

This tormented frame started fracturing and splintering.

Like a lotus unfurling in bloom, the body divided into blood-red petal segments.

In the midst of this, immense Heaven and Earth Qi flooded inward from all around, sustaining the half-ruined physique.

"It somewhat resembles my own physical nirvana back then?"

Luo Chen pondered, meanwhile converting the massive influx of external Spirit Qi into Qi Power.

This Spirit Qi boasted not just vast volume but exceptional purity, nearly free of flaws.

A mere few cycles sufficed for him to brand it with his essence, claiming it as his own Qi Power.

The frail Nascent Soul within the Purple Mansion gulped down the fresh Qi Power ravenously, its condition rising steadily each day.

From initial shock to eventual ease, Luo Chen had pinpointed the origin of this pristine Spirit Qi.

It stemmed from Master Xuan Du's benevolence!

The master was midway through ascending to the Divinity Transformation Realm, his Primordial Spirit immersed in the Primordial Energy Ocean, commanding boundless Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

Sparing some for Luo Chen posed no challenge.

Any impact on the master's breakthrough remained unknown to Luo Chen.

"The time is ripe, it is time to cultivate that divine power!"

Luo Chen eyed the panel.

Over endless months of toil, "Three Heads and Six Arms" proficiency had reached [Proficient], mere moments from mastery.

Such rapid advance would surprise even Master Xuan Du.

Yet truly, it was "accumulating over time and bursting forth."

Luo Chen's corporeal foundation stood extraordinarily robust; sans this divine power, he ranked among the elite Body Refiners globally.

Particularly with his Blood and Flesh Rebirth talent, he propelled "Three Heads and Six Arms" evolution via relentless cycles of bodily rupture and renewal.

After all, this divine power centered on the Path of Change.

And in transformation, be it Class Demon Change or Giant Spirit Change, Luo Chen had attained mastery.

Hence, embracing "Three Heads and Six Arms" flowed seamlessly.

Now came the ultimate stride!

"Ha..."

A guttural cry echoed as Luo Chen channeled every strand of Origin Force, inflating his physique.

As the frame ballooned, so did the blisters and fissures.

Notably near the arms, four massive bulges arose, plus two lesser ones flanking the neck.

"Come out!"

With intent, Luo Chen funneled Source Blood into the six protrusions.

Yet some barrier held; they merely bloated without erupting.

"Is it still lacking?"

Luo Chen composed himself, reassessing and marshaling his inner energies.

He directed all Origin Force to the left shoulder nub.

"Break!"

A fierce bellow, and the nub exploded, then expanded wildly into a face mirroring Luo Chen's—save for its pallor, replaced by vivid crimson.

The red head burst forth!

Undeterred, Luo Chen summoned Mixed Poison Power, Pure Evil Qi, Pill Qi, and nascent Demonic Qi to assail another bulge.

This assault faced fierce resistance and delay.

The rupture dragged on interminably, though mere breaths passed.

Amid Luo Chen's stifled, beastly injured snarl.

"Break!"

Puff!

The right-side lump detonated.

Features reshaped, flesh reformed swiftly.

In moments, a second head manifested.

Unlike before, its visage gleamed green-black, fangs jagged, grotesquely hideous.

It embodied the prior Asura Yaksha guise!

Accomplishing this, Luo Chen exhaled in relief.

White face, red head, Yaksha form.

His trio of heads!

Each embodied his command over distinct powers.

Qi Power, Origin Force, fused energies.

Subsequent phases simplified now.

Luo Chen clenched his jaws; his primary Divine Soul quivered, cleaving into six segments to occupy the red head and Yaksha.

Three heads, synchronized minds, igniting as one.

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

From arm regions, sturdy appendages sprouted outward.

Four extra arms unfurled from the torso.

Six eyes swiveled together, scrutinizing the form for flaws.

With focus, the body swelled, refining proportions incrementally.

Days thereafter.

Within the frozen Eight Cold Minor Hell, a three-headed six-armed entity perched cross-legged on the snowfield.

The glacial mirror captured its uncanny silhouette.

Utterly unlike the orthodox Buddhist Vajra's three-headed six-armed construct!

A standard version sprouts two bonus arms from the waist plane.

But Luo Chen's took a unified three-faced configuration.

Heads oriented divergently.

Each pair of hands claimed a distinct flank.

From a single vantage, it mimicked an ordinary human.

From distance, it evoked three figures melded back-to-back.

One apt phrase: Terrifying to behold!

"So, this is the appearance of the initial success of Divine Power?"

Three voices boomed concurrently from three maws, laced with rumbling thunder.

Luo Chen rose gradually from the frost, sensations sublime flooding him, comfort surging throughout.

Save a faint pressure in chest and gut.

Irresistibly, all three mouths parted in a prolonged bellow.

The resonant cry reverberated afar, toppling icebergs to unveil a colossal white pagoda.

Glaciers thawed, unleashing torrents of Spirit Qi everywhere.

Freedom, thrill, surging with might!