Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2682 - 990: Sword Qi Rainbow, Big Formation Trial

Unbeknownst to anyone, three to four months had slipped by since Luo Chen and Qing Shuang first entered the Glazed Pure Land.

Over this extended time, all the major forces within the Mosen King Court got wind of the news.

Even farther regions, such as the Extreme East Sea that Luo Chen's group had traversed earlier, had caught some whispers of the events unfolding here.

As a result, more and more cultivators gathered at the entrance to the Glazed Pure Land.

They weren't clustered in one spot, yet a single look showed a sea of people milling outside the gateway.

Hidden among them were Nascent Soul old monsters who had fled from the Mosen King Court and the Extreme East Sea.

These ancient powerhouses refrained from rushing straight into the Glazed Pure Land, instead hovering nearby, observing from afar with unclear motives.

Suddenly!

A voice in the throng cried out.

"They’re coming!"

In the midst of the uproar, a massive Glint tore across the heavens, whipping up gales and clouds, shifting the very hues of sky and earth, carving a lasting streak that hung in the air.

Once the Glint faded away, dozens of silhouettes materialized before everyone's eyes.

The sight of these dozens ignited waves of astonishment from the crowd.

All were Nascent Soul powerhouses!

From the masses, a Nascent Soul old monster inhaled sharply and muttered in shock.

"Even the Hanging Temple’s Eight Court Masters have arrived in full force!"

A quick scan revealed, amid the grave and majestic Hanging Temple monks, eight figures radiating an ocean-deep aura, overflowing with Buddha Power.

The Arhat Hall, Heart Zen Hall, Medicine King Institute, Precepts Institute... even the Prajna Hall and Dharma Hall’s two court masters stood present.

One might overlook the weight of those two court masters, but note that the Hanging Temple's current leader, Mahakala, once headed the Prajna Hall—that speaks volumes.

Their collective arrival underscored the immense value placed on the Glazed Pure Land's current crisis.

Not long prior, during the Red Sand Ancient Scorpion's assault on Hanging Temple, such an assembly hadn't appeared.

Now, with the elite thirty-six from the hundred and eight monks mobilized, including the Eight Court Masters, who in the West Desert could stand against them?

The murmuring masses and tense air failed to disrupt the dignified poise of the Hanging Temple monks.

After scanning the area, their eyes locked onto the entrance, where shimmering lights appeared to tear open a void portal.

A pale-faced monk clad in a brocade robe pressed a finger to his forehead.

Light swirled as his brow split open, exposing a third eye.

It was the Buddhist Divine Power—Heavenly Vision!

One look, and the pale-faced monk's face twisted in alarm.

"Spirit Mechanism swirling, Buddha charm ascending!"

The wide-faced, big-eared elder monk at his side showed no surprise.

"As Arhat said, Brother Xuan Du is harnessing the Glazed Pure Land's Spirit Mechanism to break through to the Arhat realm."

The pale-faced monk drew a heavy breath. "We must stop him; success would lock the Glazed Pure Land for at least a century, preventing Mahakala from stepping in to subdue the demonic rage and guide mortals to enlightenment."

The elder beside him nodded firmly. "Indeed, for his breakthrough, better to head back to Hanging Temple. We can't squander the Glazed Pure Land's might like this!"

Sharing a knowing look, the pair strode into the entrance.

The rest wasted no time, trailing after them in swift procession.

In a flash, the Hanging Temple's thirty-six elite monks vanished completely, as though they'd never appeared.

Yet tens of thousands of cultivators' gazes couldn't be fooled.

Once they left, the Nascent Soul old monsters among the crowd started whispering.

"Should we head in?"

"That kind of force means big trouble ahead. Better stay out—don't want to get caught in the crossfire."

"Hmph, Fish Daoist, you're too cowardly. With Hanging Temple's heavy hitters reclaiming the Glazed Pure Land, it's a done deal. We're just spectators—what's the risk?"

"Friend Shi has a point. If things get messy, we could snag some loot. Plus, Great Brahma Prince and Xiao Yan entered earlier without issue, right?"

"Go if you dare, but count me out of this mess."

After debating, the concealed Nascent Soul old monsters divided into two factions.

One faction dropped their disguises and charged into the Glazed Pure Land.

The other stayed blended in the crowd, pulling back even farther. Still, they extended their Divine Consciousness to the max, vigilantly monitoring the Glazed Pure Land's developments.

Evidently, a true chance at fortune would see them dive in without delay.

After all, the Glazed Pure Land was hailed as the Buddhist Sect’s supreme spiritual treasure!

Regardless of inner riches, that Spiritual Treasure alone tempted endless greed.

While they waited tensely, every Nascent Soul old monster suddenly focused their Divine Consciousness on a band of simply robed monks.

These were none other than the ascetic Tuluo Monks!

Right then, the Tuluo Monks' faces drained of color, as dread and alarm rippled through their ranks.

This shift stemmed from just one cause.

"The Tuluo leader has fallen!"

The Nascent Soul old monsters who held back were stunned.

Hanging Temple's elites had barely entered—how could they fell an ascetic powerhouse so swiftly?

...

Deep within the Glazed Pure Land.

Time rolled back mere moments.

As the thirty-six Hanging Temple high monks stepped inside, they beheld the moonlit Buddhist temple and the Primordial Spirit floating amid the void.

Drawing in Spirit Mechanism as foundation, basking in the Primordial Energy Ocean—this marked the breakthrough to Divine Transformation.

The pale-faced monk's eyes sharpened as he bellowed: "Amitabha, how dare Brother Xuan Du break the precepts, exploiting the Pure Land's power for his own ascension?"