Novel Full Chapter 2880 - 1064:
And the emblem of the sect Dan Ding Arching Sun, there is only one in the Eastern Wasteland.
That is Luo Tian Sect!
Thus, the origin of this special team is known to everyone.
The Luo Tian Sect founded by the Alchemy Sect Luo Chen!
This also makes countless Immortal Cultivators even more shocked!
Who didn’t know that back then, besides Luo Chen, Luo Tian Sect was just a few scattered cats, unable to present even a second Nascent Soul True Master.
Who would have thought, less than four hundred years after its founding, six, no, counting War Devil Wang Yuan, there are as many as seven Nascent Soul True Master-level combat powers.
With such a foundation, no one doubts the capabilities of the Alchemy Sect anymore.
A powerful Pill Refiner can really prosper a sect or faction.
Not to mention Alchemy Sect Luo Chen, claimed to be the first in the Dao of Alchemy after the Alchemy Saint?
The strong members of Luo Tian Sect arrive in full force at Lingtian Pass, the first task being to take over Shouyang Mountain from the Lingtian Alliance and begin setting up the venue for the discourse, also welcoming the many powerful figures who came from afar.
Once everything is ready, everyone waits for that moment.
Seven years after the invitations were sent out, July seventh!
Whether this moment holds any special significance, the world does not know, but the date for Shouyang Discourse Conference set by the Alchemy Sect is this day.
…
Swoosh!
In the sky, a cold light flashes by.
A man with ordinary looks but an exceptionally unique aura breaks through the clouds and fog, traversing mountains and seas.
An insect with six wings occasionally emitting cold air rests on his shoulder.
The man glances down at the insect and mutters to himself, “I managed to break through to Nascent Soul Stage with the help of elixir, but you’re stuck at Fourth Order. I have felt the capabilities of the Alchemy Sect. If I can get help from them at this Shouyang Discourse, perhaps you can take that final step.”
Just as the man was muttering, the sky ahead suddenly changed dramatically.
Boom!
Between heaven and earth, a roar is heard.
Then countless Golden Wind Gang Qi erupts, completely blocking the sky.
The man’s expression changes drastically, and he hurriedly stops.
He’s not unfamiliar with the territory ahead, known as Bikong Dead Domain, next to the Dead Spirit Domain.
One prevents living beings from entering, and the other is unsuitable for Immortal Cultivators’ cultivation, both products of the Human and Demon War of past days.
Logically, people have already gotten used to these existences.
So why is there this change?
He stares ahead with wide eyes.
Within the Golden Wind Gang Qi, a vortex spontaneously forms, continuously swirling in the sky.
Like a funnel, countless golden wind flows down into it and then disappears.
And the Bikong Dead Domain that blocks any living being from entering, starts to rapidly vanish, countless golden winds eerily disappear.
Meanwhile, an incomparably strong aura spreads crazily in all directions.
The man with white eyebrows widens his eyes, “Great Cultivator?”
“No!”
“It’s Great Demon Emperor!”
The terrifying demon qi uncontrollably climbs step by step, shooting upward and breaking open a large hole in the clouds spanning tens of miles.
The man feels his spirit tear apart, how could such a terrifying Great Demon Emperor be hidden within the heart of the Human Clan?
Just as he’s about to flee.
Suddenly!
“The time isn’t right, halt!”
A calm voice sounds, the climbing demon qi suddenly stops, then retracts.
The man quickly looks and sees, among the mountains, a huge golden tiger lying on the ground, respectfully lying there.
In front of it is a Black Clothed Daoist, pressing its head with his hand.
Under his hand, the gigantic golden tiger is as meek as a household cat.
Is this still the Great Demon Emperor that changed the colors of heaven and earth just now?
Who is that Black Clothed Daoist?
The man swallows his saliva, intending to leave.
Unexpectedly, a voice gently enters his ear.
“Meeting is fate, Friend, please stay.”
The man takes a deep breath, forcibly turns around, though lofty, he bows respectfully towards the Black Clothed Daoist.
“Junior Bao Hanjun, may I know how to address the senior?”
“Senior?” The Black Clothed Daoist’s lips curve slightly as he slowly says, “Luo Chen, or you can call me Alchemy Sect.”