Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2714 - 1002

Unlike the True Intent of Withering and Flourishing, Fire Origin represents only the simplest True Intent of the Law in the Fire Element Law.

Thus, upon grasping Fire Origin, Luo Chen still hasn't obtained any corresponding Great Divine Power.

Yet, this by no means implies that Fire Origin fails to grant him a surge in strength!

His Qi Power now surges with greater dominance and density; when it collided earlier with Qing Shuang’s Qi Power infused with the True Meaning of Space Law, they stood on equal footing.

His mastery over diverse flames has grown far more fluid, as proven by his endurance in the Netherworld Sea while wielding the Withering and Flourishing Divine Fire without restraint.

Furthermore, Fire Origin delivers a vital boost to standard techniques!

During the instant of his Dao enlightenment, Luo Chen detected this key advantage.

The Fire Type Techniques he casts now enjoy a massive uplift, with their might essentially doubled.

In particular, techniques like Fire Phoenix Scorches the Plain and Flame Dragon Birth, refined by him to the pinnacle of Fourth-Tier Fire Technique at Great Perfection, explode with power nearing Divine Capability Art once empowered by Fire Origin.

That's precisely how he managed to overwhelm six Great Ghost Emperors with a single technique!

Still, that earlier Fire Phoenix Scorches the Plain, launched while scaling Yanfu Mountain, failed to slay the final Ghost Emperor and got shattered instead.

Even the weakened version of Fire Phoenix Scorches the Plain shouldn't have shattered so readily.

Hence, that Great Ghost Emperor is far from ordinary!

"It’s a Wang Ghost!" A voice filled with shock rang out from behind.

Luo Chen whipped around toward the voice, spotting Bai Meiling's face twisted in astonishment.

She pieced it together swiftly and hastened to clarify, "Among us Ghost Cultivators, mighty entities called Chimeric Spirits exist; they transform postnatal Ghost Bodies into prenatal ones. These powerhouses no longer dread standard Ultimate Yang or Firm Power, resembling typical Immortal Cultivators with fleshly bodies. Their fame echoes widely, even sparking tales in the mortal world. The one from moments ago was unmistakably a Wang Ghost among them!"

Intrigued, Luo Chen inquired, "How do you identify Chimeric Spirits?"

"A Chi Ghost bears a human face atop a beast's form. A Mei Ghost emerges as a tree spirit from vegetation. A Wang Ghost embodies the essence of black water. A Liang Ghost looks like a child." Bai Meiling summed it up concisely, then continued, "That figure earlier was wreathed in intense water vapor, born from Ming Water True Essence. The corrupting taint of Ming Water daunts even formidable Cultivators like you. To forge a body from it marks him as a Wang Ghost within the Chimeric Spirits!"

Her words cleared up the confusion for all.

Luo Chen wore a pensive look too, grasping exactly how the foe had countered his Fire Phoenix Scorches the Plain.

Should the ghost body stem from Ming Water True Essence, the clash of water against fire—especially a depleted Fire Technique—would naturally allow it to be repelled with ease.

"Master, these creatures prove tough opponents! I sense multiple formidable Ghost Emperors lurking above; if more match the Wang Ghost's caliber, given our present power..." Bai Meiling voiced her worry.

She trailed off, yet her caution rang loud and clear to every listener.

Suddenly, all eyes turned to Luo Chen.

Deng Taiyue paused briefly before suggesting, "Yanfu Mountain looms right ahead, escape's impossible now, so why not pull back for now and regroup? Worst case, we head to the Eastern Wasteland in the Immortal Cultivation World, rally three or five allies, then return for the treasures."

This prudent plan drew nods from the group.

But!

Luo Chen grinned.

Striding ahead, he reached the tiger’s head, his eyes fixed far off as he peered skyward.

"Everyone's worn out from this trek, so any fight ahead risks losses. No need for you all to join in—Brother Deng, you're still fresh, just safeguard the sect disciples for me. Everyone else... I'll handle it!"

Deng Taiyue froze in shock.

The rest stared in disbelief, doubting their ears.

Those Ghost Emperors up top numbered not just a couple—easily twenty, thirty, or beyond.

Within the sprawling Nether Abyss, nearly half the Fourth-Order Ghost Emperors had converged here.

Luo Chen plans to confront them solo?

Far too bold!

Deng Taiyue gulped hard; he'd seen Qing Shuang's prowess firsthand—that legend as the mightiest below Divine Transformation truly lived up to the hype with her displayed strength.

Even if Qing Shuang stood there herself, unscathed might not describe her fate.

Despite the tales claiming Luo Chen clashed evenly against Qing Shuang, his strength surely couldn't surpass hers by leaps and bounds—what fueled such audacity?

"Little White, hand over the Soul-Refining Flag!"

With an outstretched hand, Luo Chen caught the banner brimming with ten thousand souls, now elevated to Fierce Soul Banner tier.

Several seal gestures were swiftly imprinted by him onto the banner.

Thus, preserving Bai Meiling’s imprint intact, Luo Chen—as the original master of the Soul Banner—gained the ability to wield this treasure.

"Everyone, stay close behind me!"

As he spoke those words, Luo Chen pierced through the clouds, soaring toward the White Jade Square.

The group mounted the White Tiger Puppet without delay, chasing after him into the skies.

Thud!

Heavy thumps echoed as the four legs touched down firmly.

Three majestic, timeworn palaces dominated the immediate sight.

Tianming, Tian Yuan, Tianze—these stood as the trio of Yanfu Heavenly Palaces.

Overgrown and forsaken, the Tianming Palace, former home to the Yu Ming Ancestor from the Dark Abyss Sect, swarmed with a vast horde of ghostly silhouettes.

Those hazy figures appeared to total nearly thirty in count.

Right then, every spectral being fixed its chilling gaze upon the arrivals.

An oppressive force, solidifying into something nearly physical, surged toward them.

Those frailer, such as the Golden Core Cultivator Min Longyu, offered scant opposition and tumbled down hard onto the puppet's surface.

"Brother Deng?"

From the lead position, Luo Chen's voice rang out.

Deng Taiyue snapped awake like from a trance, thrusting his palm forward to deploy the Xuanhuang Seal, which bloomed into a protective light screen enveloping the entire group.