Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2690 - 993: Xuan Du’s Sermon, Three Ascents to Cangwu

The Glazed Pure Land.

Inside the Moonlight Glaze Hall.

Seated cross-legged at the highest position was Master Xuan Du, flanked by Luo Chen and Qing Shuang on each side, while sixteen additional monks—breaths faint and robes soaked in blood—occupied seats lower down in the hall.

From behind, Luo Chen sensed a burning glare of pure hatred, as if it sought to bore right through him.

This clash saw the Hanging Temple unleash its full might, parading every elite it possessed.

But in the aftermath, over half of the thirty-six elite monks fell to his blade, and even the prodigious leader of Prajna Hall met his end under Qing Shuang's strike.

Expecting zero resentment would be foolish indeed.

Yet Luo Chen harbored no guilt.

He had accepted a mission from another, carrying it out faithfully, heedless of moral judgments.

Up at the forefront.

Master Xuan Du spoke unhurriedly, "Fellow disciples, on our path of cultivation, how can we cling to hatred and grudges? We must shun wrath and fury."

His tone was soft, the Buddha’s chant echoing forth.

It slowly soothed the turbulent minds around.

Though Luo Chen still detected traces of hostile stares, their ferocity had notably dulled.

A faint smirk crossed his lips as he brushed them off, turning his eyes upward to Master Xuan Du.

"Master, have you truly reached the God Transformation Realm?"

Master Xuan Du nodded at first, then shook his head.

This left Luo Chen puzzled.

Master Xuan Du let out a sigh, "Achieved, yet not fully."

Luo Chen’s brows knitted, and drawing on Qing Shuang’s prior words, a hazy notion formed in his mind.

Master Xuan Du’s present condition probably touched the God Transformation Realm, though it couldn’t last.

The Buddha’s Left Hand had gravely wounded him right at the cusp of completion.

He appeared hale now, but that was mere deception, akin to mirror flowers and moonlit waters.

"It matters not—my state suffices for the strength required ahead. Our alliance concludes here."

"I, your humble monk, offer thanks!"

Qing Shuang gave a slight nod.

Luo Chen waved it off casually, "Cooperation needs no thanks. You honor me too much, Master."

A strained smile touched Master Xuan Du’s face, "I’ll escort you first to the Buddha Mother Temple, from where the Teleportation Formation can whisk you from the West Desert. What follows concerns only our Buddhist sect’s affairs, nothing to do with you."

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang shared a look, relief plainly washing over them.

Honor in their pact intact was the ideal resolution.

Still, certain high monks with frailer minds betrayed open discontent at these words.

Master Xuan Du acted blind to it, launching into a discourse on breaking through to Divine Transformation.

True enough, as he delved in, the Buddhist high monks sidelined Luo Chen and Qing Shuang, hanging on his every word.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang lingered in the hall, a touch embarrassed, yet with no dismissal from Master Xuan Du, they steeled themselves to remain and absorb the wisdom.

The Buddhist path to Divine Transformation means attaining the Arhat Realm, distinct from the Demon Clan’s Ancient Demon stage or Immortal Cultivators’ Divine Transformation.

Still, borrowing from others mends personal flaws; at core, it revolves around Divine Soul evolution and command of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

Thus, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang gained immense insights from their rapt attention.

Time slipped by unnoticed until Master Xuan Du wrapped up his lecture.

His gaze swept the surviving disciples, brimming with deep compassion.

"My breakthrough drew on the Spirit Treasure Glazed Pure Land’s might, leaving flaws aplenty. These insights hold truth, but take them with caution, tailored to your own paths."

The monks snapped from their trance, chanting Buddha praises to honor Xuan Du’s wisdom.

The sight struck an odd chord.

Only moments prior, battle cries rang out; now harmony reigned anew.

Such is the way of the Buddhist sect, perhaps!

Or tied to Master Xuan Du’s roots in the Hanging Temple.

Mindful of Xuan Du’s earlier words, Luo Chen offered a respectful bow.

"Gratitude for your teachings, Master."

Master Xuan Du’s smile was mild, "If enlightenment dawns, splendid; should you rise later, light incense for me at the temple."

Luo Chen paused, baffled by the intent.

Master Xuan Du offered no clarification, merely parting the air with a casual swipe.

Qing Shuang caught the shift and glanced over.

A radiant portal bloomed amid the Glazed Pure Land.

"The Buddha Mother Temple awaits."

Together, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang rose and stepped from the hall.

Complex stares trailed them, hatred among them, from over a dozen pairs of eyes.

The pair acted unaware, unperturbed by lingering grudges from this affair.

Their goal: shave years off their journey and bolt straight back to the Eastern Wasteland.

As their forms receded, Master Xuan Du paused before hailing Luo Chen.

"Benefactor Luo Chen."

"Eh?" Luo Chen pivoted, puzzled.

Master Xuan Du regarded him gravely, "Your cultivation road brims with hurdles from all that slaughter. Cultivate the Moonlight Purifying Heart Spell diligently."

Luo Chen burst into laughter, "Your counsel humbles me, Master. I’ll redouble my efforts."

Thus, he and Qing Shuang crossed the light gate, abandoning this land stained with blood.

Master Xuan Du exhaled, doubting if they’d heeded him.

Slowly, he averted his eyes, clasping hands amid his disciples’ stares.

"Time to face my senior brother."

...

News of the Glazed Pure Land clash rippled out as Great Brahma Prince and fellow top-tier experts returned to Mosen King Court.

Demoness Mo Luo’s might stunned all.

Side by side, they crushed the Hanging Temple’s elite monks.

Particularly the Eastern Wasteland’s Alchemy Sect Luo Chen, whose thick slaughter aura and savage demonic force stood unparalleled in the realm.