Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2712 - 1001: True Master’s Cave Mansion, Appearance of the Great Ghost Emperor

Atop Yanfu Mountain.

A massive tiger-shaped Puppet unfurled its razor-edged wing blades, hurtling through the peaks with breathtaking speed.

Over a dozen figures perched atop it, the raging winds battering their robes into a roaring flutter.

Deng Taiyue remained thoroughly stunned even now.

"Your Sect's White Tiger Puppet rivals a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator!"

Luo Chen scanned the landscape while responding, "Brother Deng has sharp eyes, yet the Spirit Power this Puppet devours each activation is beyond ordinary imagination."

Deng Taiyue's eyes shifted to the Puppet's body, then its primary head, and he nodded inwardly.

Top Grade Spirit Stones were embedded in all of them!

Such Spirit Stones counted as premium hard currency even for Nascent Soul True Masters.

In peaceful times, a Nascent Soul Ascendant Sect with a somewhat superior Spirit Vein would take ten years to yield one Top Grade Spirit Stone without harming the Spirit Vein's grade.

With Top Grade Spirit Stones fueling its core energy and propulsion, this Puppet's lethal prowess was staggeringly immense.

"Did Brother Luo personally refine this Puppet?"

"You're kidding. I simply stumbled upon it in an Ancient Times ruin."

Luo Chen glossed over it with a casual remark.

The White Tiger Puppet under their feet was exactly the one he'd gained from Han Zhan previously.

To trace its true source, mention must be made of the Land of Fallen Demons.

He had invested over a hundred years of effort to gradually dismantle its internal Prohibitions. Later, fearing trouble during extended absences from Luo Tian Sect, he'd deliberately entrusted it to Li Yingzhang. He hadn't foreseen its use precisely now.

"Even so, the timing couldn't be better!"

Luo Chen's gaze locked onto an apparently mundane waterfall ahead, his right hand lifting skyward.

Cang Long, manipulating the Puppet, grasped the signal at once and unleashed a Dao Law Method onto the White Tiger Puppet below them.

The instant Luo Chen's right hand chopped downward, the now-stilled White Tiger Puppet parted its jaws wide simultaneously.

Whoosh!

A brilliant white beam, surging with destructive aura, erupted from its mouth toward the waterfall.

Sss!

As if tearing fabric, the waterfall quivered abruptly.

Then, with the white beam sweeping leftward from right, the waterfall split cleanly in half.

The waterfall's stream was cut off, exposing the interior scene right before their eyes.

Three cross-legged figures snapped their eyes open together.

"Who is it?"

"Who dares disturb the Luoying Three Ghosts?"

"Courting death!"

The three Ghost Emperors abruptly stopped and rocketed into the air.

But the instant they spotted the Luo Tian Sect group, their expressions twisted dramatically.

"Master, what now?" Bai Meiling fixed her gaze on the three Ghost Emperors barring their path, a flicker of impatient excitement crossing her features.

Luo Chen's lips hooked faintly. "Just kill them."

His words dropped, and the Luo Tian Sect cultivators surged into the fray.

Wang Yuan spearheaded the charge, his Qi-Blood igniting and forming a soaring pillar of stunning Qi-Blood wolf smoke.

"This one's mine. I want to test how Divine Firmness Fighting Qi counters Yin Soul Ghostly Matter!"

The others naturally didn't contest him, directing their focus to the other two Ghost Emperors.

"Junior Sister Cang Long, cover the rear for me!" Ling Fengzi bellowed with laughter, produced a Magic Item, and dashed at one Ghost Emperor.

He sought to flaunt his skills and reveal his enhanced strength to Luo Chen.

This confidence arose from his recent Realm breakthrough.

Cang Long nodded faintly, Treasure Sword grasped, and took up position at the back.

The remaining Ghost Emperor found itself immediately bound by the Nine Nether Python Bai Meiling had become.

Yet Bai Meiling lagged slightly in power, since this Ghost Emperor was the most formidable of the Luoying Three Ghosts.

Without the Soul-Refining Flag spreading its domain, the battle's victor would have emerged rapidly.

From the Puppet, Luo Chen stated coolly, "Caiyi, you all assist Little White."

Gu Caiyi softly agreed, snapped her long whip, and vaulted directly off the Puppet.

The other four Golden Core Cultivators pursued her, deploying an Array anchored by the Soul-Refining Flag to thoroughly suppress that Ghost Emperor.

The deep pool below the waterfall swiftly became a structured battlefield.

The Luoying Three Ghosts continuously unleashed roars filled with fury and disbelief.

"You people are truly unreasonable!"

"We’ll cede this Cave Mansion to you, just spare us!"

"Who in the world are you?"

The Luo Tian Sect group completely ignored these yells and desperate pleas; they kept attacking relentlessly until the Supreme Elder issued a command.

Positioned at the back alongside Luo Chen, Deng Taiyue tsked in amazement. "Brother Luo, you’re turning these Ghost Cultivators into live training dummies for your Luo Tian Sect Disciples!"

Luo Chen let out a faint hum. "They do need some practice. Otherwise, when another great war breaks out in the future, where will their power to protect themselves come from?"

These words left Deng Taiyue thoroughly baffled.

With the grand war across the Eastern Wasteland drawing to a close, Demon Clan remnants might still hide in the Thirty-six Realms of the Eastern Wasteland, but their core armies had withdrawn completely.

Where on earth would fresh conflicts emerge from?

Luo Chen offered no further words. Instead, from afar, he guided the ongoing fierce clashes.

"Ghost Cultivators lack a physical form, thus no Qi Mechanism. Focused strikes hit hard but prove elusive to connect. Deploy wide-area assaults to compel them to凝聚于一点."

In the heat of intense combat, Wang Yuan suddenly grasped the key insight from these instructions.

Centered on himself, the towering Qi-Blood wolf smoke exploded outward in frenzy, morphing into an endless ocean of churning Qi-Blood.

Boundless Ghost Qi enveloping him hissed and evaporated in this peak yang, unyielding Qi-Blood, vanishing like snow beneath spring sunlight.

The Ghost Emperor’s actual form started to emerge.

Luo Chen could foresee the battle’s next turns without even glancing over.

A Physical Cultivator focuses every assault into one precise spot, losing nothing, unleashing a devastating blast.