Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2773 - 1026_2

They are all split divine souls!

But the difference is that Luo Chen’s main soul possesses absolute control, preventing consciousness fragmentation even with numerous split divine souls.

The sole exception, perhaps, is the nascent soul fragment Luo Chen recently created using the Nirvana method!

This fragment soul, residing within a member of the Zhou Family since childhood, risked eventual independence as it grew and integrated, developing self-awareness.

However, Luo Chen had already devised a contingency for this scenario.

Upon encountering the future version of his life soul, which was intercepted, it would trigger the recollection of past lives, restoring control to Luo Chen.

At this very moment.

Luo Chen harbored a deep curiosity about the ghost god imprisoned here—what was its true form that it possessed such profound doctrines?

After Little White grasped the entirety of the situation, she inquired with evident curiosity, "Master, do you intend to release it ahead of schedule now?"

"If I do not release it, how can I bring it under my dominion?" Luo Chen responded with a smile, a peculiar object materializing in his hand. "Not only do I plan to aid it in overcoming its current predicament, but I also aim to help it escape its present dilemma and achieve consolidation!"

Little White's countenance shifted subtly.

Her gaze fixated upon the item within Luo Chen's grasp.

It was a stone.

Dark and profound, yet remarkably clear, it was roughly the size of a baby's fist.

She recognized the object; indeed, she had consumed a similar item before!

It was a soul stone!

And it was far purer than the soul stone Luo Chen had previously bestowed upon her—a piece of top-grade quality.

At that time, ingesting merely a small portion of a soul stone had significantly boosted her divine soul endowment.

Consuming such a substantial soul stone now could potentially propel her to the mid-stage realm of the Ghost Emperor!

"Master, isn't this approach rather extravagant and wasteful?" Little White swallowed with difficulty, her tone laced with envious admiration.

"Without employing suitable bait, how can one hope to capture a leviathan?"

Luo Chen offered a faint smile, his gaze resting upon the soul stone, undoubtedly of the highest caliber.

Before departing Soulbreak Cliff, he had meticulously scoured nearly all the soul stones visible on the shoreline.

From minuscule fragments resembling grains of sand to substantial pieces as large as a fist, every single one had been captured in a single sweep.

Even with his current 'abundance' of soul stones, the piece held in his hand still ranked among the top five in his collection.

Long ago, Luo Chen had pondered the origins of these soul stones.

Both Soulbreak Cliff and the Netherworld Sea were integral components of the Refining Void Wilderness's Soul Hanging Wilderness. The Netherworld Sea consumes all life, its physical forms vanishing, but what becomes of their souls?

Soul stones, it is theorized, are the final, unadulterated essences left behind by these souls!

Consequently, when cultivators refine them, they can augment their divine soul endowment.

This principle applied to Luo Chen, and it also applied to Little White.

For the fifth-tier Ghost God, currently extraordinarily feeble, this effect should be even more pronounced!

Luo Chen casually tossed the crystalline black soul stone toward the heart of the Burial God Valley.

A peculiar force emanated from the array flag previously deployed, suspending the soul stone in mid-air before commencing the enticement of a multitude of ghost creatures.

They eagerly vied to devour the soul stone, subsequently turning on each other in a relentless cycle of consumption and growth.

Scenes of ravenous phantoms feasting on souls and the brutal, intraspecies slaughter unfolded incessantly.

Beneath the valley's depths, ceaseless waves crashed against the precipice, as an inexplicable, chaotic consciousness began to gradually coalesce, expand, and ultimately awaken!

Witnessing this spectacle, Little White felt the vast, ocean-like consciousness wash over her, causing her body to convulse uncontrollably.

Even her human form became difficult to sustain, her legs morphing back into the serpentine tail of a Nine Nether Charm Python.

Whoosh!

A black flag was unfurled and planted directly before her.

Little White looked on, bewildered.

"Once it fully awakens, take this banner and subdue it."

Little White was rendered speechless, pointing a digit toward her own face.

"Me?"

Luo Chen let out a peal of hearty laughter, ascending swiftly into the heavens, his parting words echoing,

"Have no fear!"

Little White, her heart seized by a palpable trepidation, grasped the Soul-Refining Flag.

The cacophony intensified with each passing moment, the very ocean seeming to quiver in disquietude, yet she resolutely suppressed the instinct to flee, choosing instead to place her faith in Luo Chen.

Time marched onward at a glacial pace.

The top-grade soul stone, subjected to the continuous swallowing and assimilation by countless specters, had vanished without a trace.

The relentless mutual devouring among the ghosts persisted.

A full month later, the landscape within the Burial God Valley had undergone a radical transformation.

A dense, inky fog had converged, completely obscuring the demarcation between the sea and the land.

On this fateful day!

Piercing screams erupted from all directions as one array flag after another met its destruction.

Consecutively, seals began to shatter, one after another.

From within the abyssal black fog, a pair of colossal eyes slowly flickered open.

Standing at the precipice, Little White appeared to confront a formidable foe. However, remembering Luo Chen's directives, she promptly unfurled the Soul-Refining Flag.

Instantly!

Millions of spectral souls erupted forth like a deluge.

Countless Fourth-Order Ghost Emperors bellowed, their roars filling the heavens and earth.

A guttural cry, akin to a beast's wail, emanated from the swirling black fog.

Little White, though pale and silenced, had her lower body transformed into the form of the Nine Nether Charm Python. Wielding the Million Soul-Refining Flag, she ascended into the sky.

With a sweep of her hands, the earth fractured, and the ocean waves churned violently.

The very firmament seemed on the brink of shattering as she brandished the banner.

The enslaved host of a million ghost souls launched a relentless assault.

This ghost deity, not yet fully unsealed, its divine soul scattered, was forced into continuous retreat by the overwhelming onslaught.

The black fog, spanning a hundred-mile radius, was gradually pushed towards the East Sea by Bai Meiling.

Yet, that was the extent of it.

Once submerged in the immense ocean, the black fog seemed imbued with boundless power. No matter the barrage of resentful souls and fierce specters, it remained unshaken.

Its previously muddled consciousness also began to gradually clarify.

Little White clenched her teeth. This Soul-Refining Flag was on the verge of becoming the Million Evil Soul Banner, and her current strength was barely sufficient to wield it a few times. Exhausted, she found herself unable to halt the gathering of the black fog.

In the subsequent moment.

Nine successive explosive sounds resonated from Burial God Valley, accompanied by nine beams of light erupting from all directions.

The mass of black fog abruptly descended, vanishing into the silent depths of the vast ocean.

As the black fog dissipated, the world fell into a profound silence!

Then, a deafening sound reverberated, completely engulfing Little White's mind and drowning out all other noise.

Mighty surges of water climbed skyward, while immense cliffs and chasms crumbled.

A gargantuan azure beast slowly emerged from the ocean's abyss.

Resembling an ox but devoid of horns, the beast possessed a single massive foot planted in the ocean, yet it appeared capable of supporting the heavens like a colossal pillar.

Its cyan, mottled body was riddled with scars, the most conspicuous being nine distinct sword marks.

These nine lacerations had cleaved its entire form into nine segments, even crossing the neck where the head was attached.

Upon the beast's emergence, all ghost souls stood utterly stunned, incapable of forming any thought of attack or resistance.

Little White stared in sheer terror, whispering, "A Fifth-Tier Ghost God!"

The colossal beast seemed indifferent to the minuscule Little White or the myriad ghost souls, emitting only a roar of pure joy, an expression of its relief at being freed.

First, it suffered the oppression of the Dark Abyss Sect for three millennia, then it was enslaved by Emperor Qi Xia for consumption, and finally, it was slain and sealed by a Great Power of Tianyuan.

It had endured more than enough!

In its liberation, how could it not exult?

Its roar unleashed immense storms, lightning, and thunder, plunging the entire world into what seemed like an apocalypse.

Until a voice, leisurely and profound, descended from the highest heavens.

The hornless, single-footed colossal beast was suddenly startled, its gaze instinctively drawn skyward.

A gigantic tripod, swollen to its absolute maximum dimensions, measuring thousands of feet across, descended from the heavens.

Boom!

The azure beast, resentful of this renewed suppression, exerted all its strength to resist.

Yet, the immense tripod, undeterred by the tempest and thunder, quelled the ocean's fury, enveloping the beast with an undeniable authority.

What instilled the greatest dread in the beast was a vast primordial spirit, observing it with chilling detachment from above the Nine Heavens, like a fiery sun. Strange visions swirled within its eyes as illusions continuously manifested.

The azure beast found itself mesmerized, its mind flooded with numerous spectral figures.

There was the elder in black robes who had stirred the Mingyuan, the woman in red who had incinerated the heavens and boiled the seas, and the young man who wielded a single sword, traversing space with effortless grace.

These apparitions represented the most terrifying presences from its existence.

With mere moments of bewilderment, its will to resist completely vanished.

The Primordial Chaos Tripod descended and then began to rapidly shrink.

A voice, laced with infinite rage, emanated from within the tripod.

Luo Chen paid no heed to the unfolding scene, landing and beckoning with his hand.

The Primordial Chaos Tripod now rested in his grasp. The pale Little White, still clutching the Soul-Refining Flag, approached him.

With a mere thought, flames flickered, and the location where Luo Chen and his attendant had stood became empty.

Sometime later.

Several bright streaks of light pierced through from the south. Gazing upon the devastated Burial God Valley, they exchanged meaningful glances.