Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2700 - 996: Eastern Wasteland’s Number One, Son of the Ancient Demon (3)

Victory would come at a heavy price, even if achieved.

Yet, for smaller sects, clans, and lingering rogue cultivators, this chaos presents a golden chance.

By grasping it over the next few centuries, they could rise to prominence, founding their own sects and lineages.

This pondering halted as they traversed Ping Mountain Sea, reaching the former Bikong Domain.

Aboard the flying boat, Hao Ranzi and Yu Jiaolong positioned themselves behind Luo Chen, gazing downward with a hint of dread.

The realm wrapped in endless razor-sharp Golden Wind Gang Qi!

They sensed that despite their status as Nascent Soul cultivators, stepping inside might reduce them to dust.

"Right in the core of Human Clan lands, such a deadly forbidden zone exists?"

"Man-made peril, or a natural abomination?"

Luo Chen ignored their queries, activating his Red Eyes Golden Pupils to peer intently at Bikong Domain.

His gaze pierced from surface to depths, covering thousands of miles, delving into its heart.

"That beast remains in deep slumber within, its aura surging stronger, now at the Great Demon Emperor Realm!"

Should outsiders learn a Great Demon Emperor lurked in this death trap called Bikong Domain, shock would ripple far and wide.

Luo Chen felt no astonishment.

Years back, on his initial revisit, he discovered Ancient Demon Emperor Di Tian's final act: using a forbidden art to safeguard his heir Di Tu's bloodline.

Di Tu continued siphoning the lingering Golden Origin Power from his sire, drop by drop.

Upon fully absorbing it, even without reaching Ancient Demon heights, Di Tu would stand as a peak Great Demon Emperor!

"While Di Tu slumbers deeply, shall I re-enslave him?"

The idea tempted Luo Chen greatly.

Before, Di Tu held a realm but lacked true combat prowess, rendering him worthless.

Now, as a peak Great Demon Emperor—or potential Ancient Demon—he'd prove invaluable.

Ahead, reclaiming his Main Soul meant clashing with Tianyuan Daoist Sect; such an ally was essential.

With resolve, Luo Chen vaulted from the flying boat.

"Stay put here; I'll return shortly."

Hao Ranzi and Yu Jiaolong could scarcely respond before witnessing, stunned, Luo Chen's form vanish into the boundless Golden Wind Gang Qi.

Exchanging glances, their reverence and fear for Luo Chen's immense power deepened.

…

At Bikong Domain's core.

A lone figure advanced steadily.

In the past, a mere hundred miles was his limit; today, thousands lay behind him effortlessly.

Gale-force golden winds raged around, Gang Qi flaying flesh from bone.

Yet, Luo Chen's Qi Power, infused with Fire Origin, repelled them effortlessly.

Even stray gusts piercing his defenses merely scratched his robust physique.

Fingering the fresh mark on his cheek, Luo Chen sighed softly.

"A fallen tiger's ferocity endures! One can only imagine Ancient Demon Emperor Di Tian's defiance amid the Dark Abyss Sect's three elders' onslaught."

Shaking his head, Luo Chen strode onward, confronting the mountain-like tiger form.

As expected!

It was his old spiritual pet—Di Tu!

Strike while unprepared; imprint the fresh Slave Mark.

Luo Chen's lips tightened as he swiftly invoked the Slave Spirit Mark.

A crimson ray, laced with his blood essence, drifted downward toward Di Tu's brow.

But at the brink of fusion, vibrant green light erupted, brimming with life force, shattering Luo Chen's Slave Spirit Mark.

Luo Chen's shock mingled with fury.

"Who got here first and slapped a Slave Mark on Di Tu?"