Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 1933 - 713: Han Zhan’s Legacy, New Life Amid Ruin

Splash splash...

The seawater that flooded into Longyuan Island ca fiercely and receded quickly.

It swept along the gullies, taking with it rocks and trees back into the calm sea.

Occasionally gentle waves washed over the beach, and after retreating once more, the soft sand spread across the flat tidal flat, like a delicate carpet unfurling.

It seed everything had quieted down.

But when viewed from the outside in, one could see that Longyuan Island, which once resembled a paradise, had now beco a wasteland.

The not very tall mountains had collapsed and shattered.

Ancient trees, centuries old, were ablaze with fierce flas, their fires undoused even as the waves receded, with faint arcs of electricity still crackling across them.

The Spirit Fields ticulously arranged by Sang Jinghe were fractured, their herb crops prostrate.

Especially from a high vantage point, with Rosy Clouds Mountain at the center, thousands of miles around were strewn with jagged rocks and crisscrossing chasms.

Gigantic gashes, like ugly earthworms, spread densely across the land.

Countless streams of Spirit Qi broke through the rock fissures, uncontrollably escaping from the abyss below.

The culprits behind all this, besides the Heavenly Punishnt Thunder Tribulation invoked by Luo Chen, were the two gigantic beasts present.

The towering White Tiger, its blade-like wings slanted, stood on all fours, lifeless on the earth, devoid of any breath.

A hundred-zhang-long black Flood Dragon lay prostrate on the ground, panting heavily.

Ravaged beyond description, a severed waist was its current state.

Even the spiral pattern on its single horn atop its head was now dim and lackluster.

"Huff... it’s not moving?"

The Black King lay panting on the ground, his bloodshot eyes blurring his vision.

Just then, a teasing voice reached his ears.

"Black King, why are you so bedraggled?"

The voice was laced with ridicule, yet to the Black King’s ears, it was gentle and endearing, like celestial music.

He laboriously lifted his dragon head to gaze at the horizon.

The imnse giant form had disappeared, leaving only a small black spot descending from the Nine Heavens, gradually revealing a clear visage.

It was Luo Chen!

"Master..."

A single word, "Master," full of a sense of ancient vicissitude, unable to express the joy and admiration, guilt and self-reproach within.

Only the connection of blood assured him that the person before him was indeed his master Luo Chen, not the old thief Han Zhan!

Luo Chen, observing the Black King’s condition, couldn’t help but nod.

Though miserable, at least during the struggle between his and Han Zhan’s Divine Soul, the Black King temporarily held off the White Tiger Puppet.

This proved that since advancing to the Fourth Order, the Black King had indeed gained a significant elevation in power.

"Need any help?"

The Black King swiftly shook his head, "No need, no need, these minor injuries of Little Black are nothing."

He gritted his teeth, and his body, cleaved in two by the White Tiger Puppet, began to reattach itself, with the lacerated skin swiftly healing.

This quick recovery rate... Luo Chen’s gaze tightened.

Indestructible Body!

This is a physique owned only by so legendary Savage Beasts.

A physique relying solely on its body’s organic structure for healing.

Luo Chen could also regrow limbs and undergo blood and flesh rebirth, but he depended on the enhancent of Origin Force.

Earlier, Luo Chen’s Divine Consciousness had observed clearly; without even utilizing Origin Force, the Black King’s severed Flood Dragon form naturally reconnected itself.

Was it his innate talent? Or the latent power after soaking in the Spirit Shaping Holy Spring? Or perhaps... my drop of tongue-tip essence blood containing both Origin Force and Great Tai Sui Vitality?

More likely, it was the combination of multiple factors that constituted this physique.

No wonder he could, with his freshly advanced Fourth Order power, hold off the White Tiger Puppet for so long.

"Master, are you alright?"

While recovering his body, the Black King cautiously inquired after Luo Chen.

There was a hint of self-reproach in his voice.

He had been tricked by the old thief Han Zhan, and during his master’s Nascent Soul Formation, not only did he fail to protect his master, but he also attempted to restrain his master’s Nascent Soul.

Luo Chen gave him a reproachful glare, "Stop harping on it, go slither back and recover properly!"

After being scolded, not only was the Black King not frightened, but he even sighed in relief and laughed foolishly.

While they conversed, Tian Xuan had already brought the despondent Sang Jinghe over.

Upon first seeing Luo Chen, a look of hesitation appeared on Tian Xuan’s face.

"Master?"

"Mm."

Luo Chen gave a slight nod, then added, "Next, Black King recuperates, you reorganize Longyuan Island and handle the aftermath. What happened to Sang Jinghe?"

"He..."

Tian Xuan was about to speak when they heard the wailing of Sang Jinghe.

"Ruined, everything is ruined."

"The Spirit Fields, the herbs, and the blood pool for studying and cultivating the Demonheart Tree, all ruined."

Luo Chen frowned, thinking that crying and whining was disgraceful!

He waved his sleeve, and a sweep of Qi Power passed over, instantly awakening Sang Jinghe.

Sang Jinghe shuddered, and uncertainly glanced at Luo Chen.

Luo Chen, however, didn’t elaborate further, "As for the affairs on the island, handle them among yourselves. I need to go into Closed-Door Cultivation for a while, don’t disturb ."

With that, he left without another word.

When passing by the lifeless giant puppet, Luo Chen paused slightly, then spoke without turning back:

"Leave this thing be, let it remain here, I’ll deal with it later."

After he departed, the human and two demons exchanged glances.

Tian Xuan still found it difficult to believe, "Is that truly the master?"

The Black King snorted, "Of course, it’s the master. Just because there’s no Slave Mark, can’t you recognize the master?"

The Slave Mark is a contract established between a cultivator and a spiritual pet, which is akin to a mix between prohibition and technique.

Initially, it is ford with the assistance of the Slave Spirit Mark and Elixir Pill, and gradually deepens the bond until it’s linked to the Divine Soul.