Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2683 - 990: Sword Qi Rainbow, Big Formation Trial-by-Fire (2)

Buddhist incantations roared forth, hurtling directly at the Moonlight Glaze Hall.

Yet, it was intercepted before impacting Master Xuan Du.

"Arriving without invitation brands you as foes. This boisterous racket is downright impolite!"

A gentle chuckle echoed across the grounds, swiftly overpowering the white-faced monk’s Buddhist chants.

The white-faced monk’s face shifted subtly, as he finally turned his focus to the pavilion beyond the grand hall.

A man in golden robes stood beside a Daoist in white attire.

He identified the golden-robed figure as the Great Brahma Prince, who almost took his position as Prajna Hall’s leader, while the other was the formidable expert who had just quelled his chants.

Drawing from the Hanging Temple’s intelligence, the white-faced monk swiftly recalled the matching details.

"Eastern Wilderness powerhouse, Alchemy Sect’s Luo Chen?"

From a distance, Luo Chen observed them with a faint smile, "My fame has clearly spread far, even reaching the secluded Hanging Temple."

The white-faced monk shook his head, "Benefactor, renowned as a kind soul, why aid wickedness? First helping Great Demon Qing Shuang flee, now interfering in our Buddhist Sect’s internal conflicts?"

Hands clasped behind his back, Luo Chen stepped from the pavilion, radiating the aura of a supreme Grandmaster.

"I’m bound by another’s commission and must act!"

"You by yourself can’t halt our efforts." The white-faced monk remained unperturbed, shifting his eyes to the golden-robed man, "Benefactor Lian Sheng, do you intend to block us or lend aid?"

Lian Sheng?

Luo Chen arched a brow.

That was the Great Brahma Prince’s real name.

Behind him, Mosen’s mightiest, the Great Brahma Prince, displayed a resigned look.

"Your Buddhist matters should stay within your sect; I won’t help or meddle."

With those words, he saluted Luo Chen with cupped hands.

"My regrets, Friend!"

Luo Chen nodded ahead without looking back.

"Proceed! While I stand here, none shall cross the Thunder Pool!"

As he declared this, his right hand descended, summoning a crimson longsword that materialized gradually.

The Great Brahma Prince eyed the blade warily, backing away cautiously.

Far off, the white-faced monk tightened his lips.

"Demon Sword!"

"Benefactor, you’ve truly strayed into darkness, committing demonic acts with a blood-drenched demon sword—given time, calamity will engulf the world!"

"Then we’ll escort you back to the Hanging Temple as well!"

With a wave of his hand, the monks trailing him surged toward Luo Chen.

Furthermore, their flight paths turned enigmatic.

Luo Chen’s formerly casual demeanor grew grave, his red eyes and golden pupils reflecting drastic shifts in the heaven-and-earth spirit qi flow.

A warning voice whispered near his ear.

"This is the Hanging Temple’s renowned Arhat Formation—stay vigilant, Friend!"

It came from the Great Brahma Prince.

He offered little else, but naming the "Arhat Formation" sufficed.

The formation’s title might lack flair and even be familiar in mortal circles.

However, its might differed immensely.

Built on multiples of nine, with twelve earthly branches at its heart, it wove Yin-Yang shifts and Five Elements traits into a flawless, seamless whole once activated.

Its variations unleashed boundless, wondrous assaults.

Expanding or contracting, it scaled from vast to tiny.

The more who joined, the stronger it grew.

A standard Eighteen Arhat Formation by Golden Core monks could endanger Nascent Soul Cultivators.

Substituted with Nascent Soul experts at its base, its potency defied imagination.

Legends claim the Hanging Temple maintains 108 monk positions to pursue a 108 Arhat Formation.

A version with 108 Nascent Soul monks would mimic this realm’s supreme Arhat, invincible!

Only the ancient Tianyuan Daoist Sect in the Mountain Sea Realm once boasted such reserves.

Today’s Hanging Temple lacks the foundation for a 108 Nascent Soul Arhat Formation.

Even 72 proves challenging.

For reclaiming Glazed Pure Land this time, they deployed the ideal 36 elite Nascent Soul monks!

Particularly the leading Eight Court Masters, each rivaling Great Cultivators.

With them anchoring the Thirty-Six Arhat Array, though not world-shaking, it menaced Divine Transformation beings.

Luo Chen’s mastery of arrays ran deep, his erudition broad; the instant Great Brahma Prince named it, all details flooded his thoughts.

He creased his forehead deeply.

These thirty-six elites, plus eight court masters—in one-on-one fights, he brimmed with assurance.

A typical array? He’d break free with seven-in-ten odds.

Foes holding three parts, him seven.

Yet the Hanging Temple’s famed Arhat Formation slashed his confidence sharply.

Thirty-six high monks... an unlucky count indeed.

The Dark Abyss Sect once arrayed thirty-six Nascent Soul True Masters, including six Great Cultivators like Lingtian City Lord, into the All Heaven Star Array, subduing Qinghe Immortal by force.

Could he now rival Spirit Communication and Divinity Transformation Qinghe Immortal?

Luo Chen confronted a dire foe!

As his Qi surged, Divine Consciousness twitched; he pivoted and slashed sideways with his sword.

Swish!

Sword light erupted abruptly, anguished screams echoing from the rear.

"Ah!"

It struck the Tuluo Crowd’s leader!

He hadn’t attacked, only shown faint malice and unease, yet a Thunderbolt Strike felled him without resistance.

His spot now bore a deep gash and a bisected corpse.

Xiao Yan and Tuo Po froze in shock on both flanks, eyes wide with terror.

This blade...

"Seeking death!"

Luo Chen sneered, facing peril, how could he abide petty onlookers?

A sigh drifted from the Moonlight Glaze Hall at his back.

In the end, they failed to spare the Tuluo Crowd’s head.

Luo Chen kept his gaze forward, voice icy: "A Bodhisattva’s compassion needs thunderous wrath too; saving mortals demands more than mercy alone. Master Xuan Du, in this clash, I can’t hold back as before."

With those words, he ascended slowly into the air, hair bound by the Ping Mountain Crown billowing unbound, like a death star plummeting to earth.

After slaying one, his dread of the Arhat Formation evaporated, replaced by pure, rampant killing intent!

Facing Luo Chen’s ferocity, the Hanging Temple monks burned with greater fury.

"Such a vile demon, beyond redemption, unforgivable!"

Luo Chen felt no fear; demon labels were old hat—he’d borne the Dao name Demon King Qingyang once.

His sole reply to the Hanging Temple monks was one sword stroke!

The near-Spirit Treasure Yuan Tu Sword, primed and hungry, devoured Heaven and Earth Qi, unleashing a sky-spanning rainbow that rent space.

He aimed to cull the weaker links before the Arhat Formation solidified.

Under Red Eyes Golden Pupils, no secrets lingered.

The Nascent Soul monk with feeblest mana bore the brunt first!

Confronting the strike, shock filled the monk’s eyes, but no panic—he merely thrust a palm ahead.

Sword Qi Rainbow met plain palm in collision.

Bloodthirsty demonic Qi raged fiercely, unstoppable.

But the Buddhist palm stood firm and unshakable, a mountain eternal.

On impact.

Boom!

The Sword Qi Rainbow faded gradually.

The thirty-six high monks quivered faintly, yet stood unscathed.

A faint smile curved the lips of the white-faced Prajna Hall head.

"You see through it, plotting to fell one and disrupt formation. Alas, we anticipated this—the Thirty-Six Arhat Formation stands ready anytime. Mo Luo, yield now!"

As he uttered this, thirty-four forms fanned out, weaving a vast net over Luo Chen.

Only Prajna and Dharma Hall heads lingered rearward.

The remaining six court masters merged fully into the array.

Luo Chen had no escape, no retreat.

For the Moonlight Glaze Hall loomed behind.

He sought none!

With his present power, he traversed realms freely, but reclaiming his Life Soul from Tianyuan Daoist Sect meant clashing with Divine Transformation giants inevitably.

Did he match Divine Transformation might now?

Luo Chen wasn’t sure, yet this Thirty-Six Arhat Formation, rivaling such a force, made an ideal trial.

"Show me your strength!"

Laughing heartily, Luo Chen strode calmly into the formation.