Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2724 - 1005: Subduing the Ming Water Spring Eye, Welcoming the Supreme’s Return (Part 2)

Following this trial, the Nascent Soul inside his body abruptly opened its eyes and released a surge of even purer mana.

A weight lifted from Luo Chen's shoulders, allowing him to hurl prohibitions into the Primordial Chaos Tripod and launch a fierce suppression on the Ming Water Spring Eye.

Indeed, his goal was suppression, rather than refinement.

Recalling the fate of the Wang Ghost Emperor, Luo Chen refused to rashly refine the Ming Water Spring Eye.

Should his Dao cultivation prove inadequate, he might get assimilated by it, turning victory into defeat.

Suppress and seal it away first, then ponder the next steps later.

Regardless, possessing this treasure meant that even without mastering the Nether Abyss immediately, he could at least block others from exploiting it.

Streams of qi power roared forth without end, layer upon layer of prohibitions piled on, as Luo Chen steadily gained the upper hand.

...

The skies over the Nether Abyss remained perpetually shrouded in gloom.

Thick dark clouds lingered eternally, with sporadic bursts of thunder and lightning tearing through.

Those erratic spatial fissures posed an even greater threat, repelling all creatures from getting near.

Out on the sea, the fading remnants of Qi Xia Emperor's Nirvana Sacred Fire grew ever thinner, no longer displaying the awe-inspiring vista of golden flames blanketing the waters.

Naturally, relying solely on the forces of nature to erase this artificial supreme divine ability would demand an unknown stretch of time.

On this particular day.

Vast quantities of Ming Shui suddenly funneled toward one spot, swirling into an enormous vortex.

Yet merely half an hour passed before the vortex imploded, sending torrents of Ming Shui spraying outward in every direction.

Heaven and earth swiftly reverted to their prior calm.

As though no disturbance had ever occurred.

But had nothing truly transpired?

Anxious and fraught with concern, the Luo Tian Sect members returned to the ruined White Jade Square under Deng Taiyue's command.

This sacred site, once thronged by millions honoring the Mingyuan Ancestor, now lay in devastation, cracked and uneven everywhere.

Countless Coiled Dragon Pillars had toppled, riddled with deep gouges.

One of the grand Yanfu Heavenly Palaces, Tianming Palace, stood transformed into barren wasteland, stripped of all former splendor.

Overwhelmed by dread, they unleashed their divine senses, desperately scanning for any sign of Luo Chen.

At last, amid a heap of debris, they spotted a youth seated in meditation.

His robes hung in shreds, his aura wavered unstably, and visible wounds marred his bare arms and chest, though they mended steadily.

Right then, the youth's gaze held profound depth as he silently regarded the tiny tripod cradled in his palm, lost in thought.

"See, I told you Brother Luo wouldn’t be in trouble."

Deng Taiyue declared, though a clear sigh of relief escaped him.

Evidently, his confidence hadn't been as rock-solid as he'd boasted.

The Crossing Ghost Ship cleaved through the encircling Ming Shui, hastening toward him.

Sensing the approach, Luo Chen stowed the Primordial Chaos Tripod within his Purple Mansion before rising unhurriedly.

The ship barely neared when a figure flung herself into his embrace.

None other than Gu Caiyi.

Luo Chen chuckled softly, heedless of the onlookers, and gently patted the woman's soft shoulder with a grin.

"Why act so childishly?"

The beauty nestled against him appeared to be weeping softly.

Gu Caiyi clung fiercely to Luo Chen's robust frame, as if anchoring her sense of safety, before finally releasing him.

"I was afraid something would happen to you."

No matter her initial poise upon their first encounter.

After enduring such brutal clashes and savage combat, Gu Caiyi could no longer contain her feelings, breaking down publicly before all.

Shaking his head, Luo Chen clasped the woman's hand and boarded the Crossing Ghost Ship together.

No sooner had they stepped aboard than a barrage of greetings and anxious stares greeted him.

Luo Chen smiled warmly. "Apologies for causing everyone worry."

Deng Taiyue glanced about inquisitively. "Is it all resolved?"

Luo Chen nodded affirmatively. "More or less!"

These simple words ignited joy across the group, shifting their fretful gazes toward Luo Chen into profound respect and reverence.

Mingyuan Ghost Cultivators, the Five Ghost Emperors!

Slain or captured, none managed to flee.

Their Supreme Elder had achieved this feat!

Bai Meiling blurted out eagerly, "Master, what of the Ming Water Spring Eye? Legend says it commands the Ming Shui and wields Mingyuan's might—have you refined it already?"

Luo Chen's face betrayed an odd expression still.

He dismissed it with a wave. "I have my own arrangements for that."

Bai Meiling got the hint and held her tongue.

Ling Fengzi ventured cautiously, "Senior Brother, what's our next move?"

Luo Chen curved his lips into a faint smile. "Let's return first!"

The Crossing Ghost Ship swiftly veered, racing toward the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land.

And the former Yanfu Mountain?

One of the three Heavenly Palaces upholding the barrier had crumbled into wreckage, tearing open a gaping hole in the region's array prohibition.

Torrents of Ming Shui surged inward, transforming it into something scarcely distinguishable from the Outer World.

Just a handful of Cave Mansion prohibitions along with the two surviving Heavenly Palaces clung on by a thread.

Luo Chen had no leisure at present to tackle the Dark Abyss Sect's lingering forces; he could only rush back first, allowing the sect to plot its next moves afterward.

...

Deep within the Elixir Saint’s Blessed Land.

Rays of Glint streaked from countless mountain ranges, all rushing to converge at the entrance.

Disciples arriving tardily were shocked to discover Sect Master Li Yingzhang standing there ahead of them.

Beyond that, the mighty Guardian Beast Xuan Turtle lurked nearby in a crouch.

It looked like the entire group anticipated something grand!

"The Supreme Elder has returned!"

No questions required; word of this spread like wildfire through the crowd.

In an instant, waves of delight and thrill swept over everyone.

From the accounts of those three Shen Fu Sect disciples dispatched earlier, the Supreme Elder had burst from the Nether Abyss, stormed straight into the Five Elements Divine Sect, slain the Great Cultivator True Master Shenyuan, and utterly eradicated that hostile sect from back then.

How could a colossal feat like that fail to ignite everyone's spirits?

Yao Mingyue, standing amidst the throng, brimmed with happiness too—yet her expression carried an extra gleam of anticipation beyond the others.

After all, Luo Chen wasn't just the Supreme Elder; he was her martial uncle. She grasped perfectly the reason for his exit from the Luo Tian Sect.

Without doubt, this return promised tangible gains.

Restraining her eagerness no longer, Yao Mingyue slipped away from the assembly discreetly and shot off in a certain direction.

Moments later, she arrived at a lone, frostbitten peak, hovered briefly, then touched down.

Even before she crossed into the Cave Mansion, a piercing chill billowed forth.

Frowning slightly, Yao Mingyue pushed inside the Cave Mansion.

"Master, Martial Uncle has returned!"

The stunning woman perched upon the ice bed caught these words; her lashes quivered faintly before her eyes snapped open.

Pure joy flooded her gaze.

Yet in the next breath, she forced it down.

Sima Huiniang spoke in icy tones, "He still knows how to come back!"

Shaking her head with a soft sigh, Yao Mingyue replied, "I know, Master—you suffered ten years imprisoned and still seethe with resentment, but he remains your husband and Luo Tian Sect's Supreme Elder above all. So many issues transcend personal grudges. That old Heart-Linked business? On the small scale, it cost a handful of disciples their lives, but viewed broadly, it nearly toppled the sect's core foundations..."

"Shut up!" the woman cut in sharply, before demanding, "Since he has returned, where is he?"

At a loss, Yao Mingyue simply recounted the latest developments.

"The Supreme Elder is facing some trouble right now; I heard it's connected to the Ming Water Spring Eye."

Trouble?

What adversary could possibly trouble Luo Chen?

Her formerly frigid demeanor cracked, revealing flickers of alarm as worry swiftly overtook her frozen features.

Still, turning her gaze to the adjacent chamber radiating bone-chilling frost, she bit her lower lip hard.

"The Heart-Linked lies frozen solid, demanding my ongoing blood and Qi to preserve its life force, so I can't depart yet. Watch over him closely for me, and rush back with updates the moment you hear anything."

Yao Mingyue nodded, shot a quick look at that chamber, then took her leave.

Departing Sima Huiniang’s Cave Mansion, she couldn't suppress a few grumbled thoughts.

"Master’s household is so obstinate. Things were harmonious once. Hopefully, once the Heart-Linked recovers, Master and Martial Uncle can mend their rift like old times!"

Nursing that hope, she swore off ever pursuing a Dao Companion Cultivator herself.

Far too messy—it only stalls one's Cultivation!

...

Before long, Yao Mingyue made her way back to the Blessed Land’s entrance.

Li Yingzhang caught sight of her, summoned her near, murmured instructions privately, then shooed her away.

"The Supreme Elder’s family matters, let’s not get too involved, just wait here peacefully!"

Yao Mingyue inclined her head, content to linger in quiet vigil nearby.

Moments crawled by tediously, stoking greater anxiety among the waiting crowd.

All the more so upon learning the Supreme Elder’s delay outside tied to the Ming Water Spring Eye—their concerns deepened relentlessly.

What if...

No hypotheticals needed; the instant the Xuan Turtle hunched on the ground reared up its head, realization dawned on all.

Before the entrance, the water veil twisted wildly as Spiritual Light reshaped itself.

A cluster of figures materialized together.

At their forefront stood a man in Feather Robe and High Crown, radiating elegance and striking allure, akin to a celestial exile.

In unison, every disciple of the Luo Tian Sect bowed deeply.

"Welcome back, Supreme Elder!"