Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2715 - 1002:

"Sorry, it’s my oversight!"

Deng Taiyue drew in a deep breath, struck with profound shock.

The ghostly entities were genuinely fixated on Luo Chen, who advanced alone at the front.

Mere scattered glances were directed toward them.

Even those fleeting looks rattled their minds. Deng Taiyue endured a bit better, but Ling Fengzi and the rest fared worse, their faces drained of color and eyes dulled.

Curiously, Cang Long Fairy, whom he considered the most fragile, recovered rapidly from a short daze.

"A strong Divine Soul!"

That was Deng Taiyue’s judgment of Cang Long.

However!

Beside Luo Chen leading the way, Cang Long’s Divine Soul Endowment appeared utterly negligible.

"From that quick peek at the mountain base before, I figured Luo Chen’s Divine Soul Endowment was incredibly deep. Seeing it now confirms it—vast beyond my expectations, like an ocean!"

"Has he already formed his Primordial Spirit?"

The notion flashed through Deng Taiyue’s thoughts.

Yet he immediately shook his head, rejecting the possibility.

A Primordial Spirit—Divine Consciousness shaped into thought—one thought forged from a complete portion of Divine Consciousness, intensely dense, utterly dreadful.

It commands myriads of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi from above; it delves into minds below, distinguishing truth from deception.

Though Luo Chen’s Divine Soul was mighty, it hadn’t attained such heights.

This very fact left Deng Taiyue even more astonished by Luo Chen’s extraordinary Divine Soul Endowment.

Right then.

Turmoil stirred among the Ghost Emperors encircling Tianming Palace.

A barrage of strikes erupted abruptly.

Manifesting spectral claws or billowing thick shadowy mists, piercing sound waves also crashed forth like surging waves.

Confronting these assaults, the feather-robed figure executed arcane footwork, dodging ceaselessly—no blade of grass so much as grazed him.

Even apparent hits veered astray, landing oddly.

Those razor-sharp sonic blasts, upon nearing him, dissolved like a clay ox plunging into the sea, or a mild zephyr, leaving him untouched.

This bizarre spectacle drew astonished cries from the Ghost Cultivators.

As Luo Chen pressed onward steadily, a chorus of challenges rang out.

"Who are you?"

"We Netherworld Ghost Cultivators claimed this spot first. Human Cultivators, leave at once!"

"Advance no more, or we won’t hold back!"

Luo Chen lifted his gaze skyward, yet it conveyed an air of disdain toward the Ghost Cultivators.

"I was once master of Mingyuan Pill Saint Hall, now Supreme of Luo Tian Sect. I am Luo Chen! Yanfu Mountain is mine by right. You trespass in my domain and demand answers from me?"

A Dark Abyss Sect heir?

Pill Saint Hall’s lord?

The Ghost Cultivators exchanged incredulous stares.

Yet among them, certain powerful Ghost Emperors displayed tentative belief.

They had consumed fresh Ghost Souls born from slain Mingyuan Nascent Soul True Masters, gleaning scattered memory shards.

Those fragments did mention someone like that.

But with such a prize at hand, how could they yield it easily?

"Kill him!"

No one knew who shouted first, but echoes of assent followed swiftly.

Multiple silhouettes plunged down, lunging straight at Luo Chen.

This marked the most straightforward assault of Ghost Cultivators.

Employing their ethereal forms to slay, seizing the souls of the living.

Against this onslaught, Luo Chen forged ahead unchanged, unleashing no spells or artifacts, allowing them to close in.

Such brazenness provoked sneers from the Ghost Cultivators.

But the instant after, a staggering sight shocked the specters.

The incoming figures halted abruptly upon reaching him, frozen in place.

Then, with casual ease, he flourished a dark banner, effortlessly ensnaring five Ghost Emperors within.

"This..."

"How is it possible?"

"It’s an Illusion Technique!"

A grave voice boomed from the banner, exposing the core of Luo Chen’s method.

Now, the ghosts noticed Luo Chen’s eyes blazing with brilliant golden radiance.

A distant glimpse alone made their souls quiver, on the verge of collapse as infinite illusions exploded into being.

They hastily averted their eyes, steadying their spirits to slowly break free from the beguilements.

"Avoid his eyes; those gaze-born illusions are beyond your endurance!"

That same solemn voice issued the caution once more.

Fresh from trapping five Ghost Emperors in the plaza, Luo Chen directed his gaze at the remaining ghosts.

None dared lock eyes with him!

Deep amid the crowd, a pair of ancient, hazy eyes turned toward him.

When the two stares collided, Mirror Flower, Water Moon activated anew!

The ancient, hazy eyes abruptly turned vacant, yet clarity returned moments later.

Luo Chen arched a brow, scrutinizing the old Ghost Emperor intently, and grasped the truth.

"Double Souls in One Body, Mother and Child Ghost Fierce—no wonder it's immune to my Illusion Technique."

At that moment, another voice echoed beside the old woman.

"True Master Luo, your Divine Soul is a rare sight to me. Yet unleashing such an Illusion Technique must drain a vast amount of Qi Power and Divine Soul. Before your Qi Power depletes entirely, you won't manage to eliminate us all."

Luo Chen traced the voice and found a lithe, elegant silhouette concealed beneath a crimson paper umbrella.

"How should I call you?"

"Illusion Ghost Princess."

The red paper umbrella lifted slightly, as eyes like autumn waters locked with Luo Chen’s for an instant, then shyly dropped her lids while lowering the paper fan.

Even in that brief revelation, the mesmerizing beauty was potent enough to ensnare any soul.

Luo Chen stayed unmoved; nothing but a powdered skeleton—where lay the true allure?

His eyes roamed across Mother and Child Ghost Fierce, Illusion Ghost Princess, plus two more forms buried in the crowd bearing auras of Great Cultivators, a clear picture forming in his mind.