Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster - Chapter 1586

Chapter 1586: Chapter 586: Qingyang and He Yuan, Confronting Mo Luo_3

The Sea of Consciousness that seemed like a blood-red ocean, suddenly erupted with terrifying waves.

A hazy phantom seated within the Blood Sea, slowly lifted its head.

At that very moment.

He Yuan’s eyes, unobstructedly met with Luo Chen’s.

Mirror Flower, Water Moon, activate again!

In an instant, the hazy phantom trembled, a dense black light burst forth from his soul, pushing outward frantically.

It even forcibly tainted a great portion of the blood-red ocean.

“Old fool, get the hell out!!!”

At this moment, within He Yuan’s Sea of Consciousness, it was half crimson and half pitch-black, standing off against each other!

“Damn it!”

A roar echoed explosively in the Sea of Consciousness.

The next moment, a blood shadow formed from within the Blood Sea.

As it stepped forward, the Blood Sea fiercely advanced, suppressing the previously vigorous black light layer by layer.

Realizing the scene, the black phantom knew it missed the final chance to struggle.

He glared hatefully at the blood shadow.

“Old fool, you defy the ancestral teachings, committing the most heinous acts. Once our ancestor returns, he will surely cast you into the Endless Purgatory, where you will never find salvation!”

“He Yuan, stop dreaming. The Ancestor of God Transformation is not coming back!”

The blood shadow shouted lowly, raising both hands.

A towering tidal wave crashed down.

Ultimately, the endless Blood Sea once again enveloped the black phantom.

At this moment, the Blood Sea calmed, and the Sea of Consciousness became unified.

The incessant blood light transformed into a blood robe, draping over the blood shadow, rendering his figure more solid.

He glanced at the Sea of Consciousness one last time, his mind returning to the Outer World.

When “He Yuan” opened his eyes again, Luo Chen’s trace was already missing from Mo Family’s Fishing Ground.

He muttered softly, “No wonder I felt so conflicted about this child at the auction, initially thinking he was tainted by Demon Qi, a half-demon. Now it seems, he surely harbors a Nascent Soul of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.”

“A single misstep almost cost this avatar of mine dearly.”

“Indeed, this explains why my Blood Nightmare Order was shielded from detection. Only a Nascent Soul True Master of the same order could possess such skills.”

At this moment, a gale swept across the sea, rushing nonstop to the scene.

Upon arrival, a loud shout was heard: “Where is Luo Hai?”

The shout had hardly faded when the person’s expression changed, instinctively focusing on He Yuan.

He Yuan looked at this person, first frowning, then a smile emerged.

“This trip wasn’t completely wasted!”

“Master of Hundred Craft Mountain, isn’t it? From now on, you shall submit to Mo Luo’s Blood Nightmare lineage!”

The Master of Hundred Craft Mountain’s complexion changed, he involuntarily stepped back.

“Hundred Craft Mountain has always followed the neutral stance of Coldlight Island, never interfering in the struggle between righteousness and evil.”

He Yuan smiled slightly, stretching his hand towards the other party.

“Things are different now!”

“From now on, whether it’s Feileng City or Coldlight Island, they all belong to Mo Luo Sect. Hundred Craft Mountain will not be an exception!”

A colossal blood hand extended out from He Yuan.

The hand was enormous and stank of blood.

The Master of Hundred Craft Mountain swung out a small mountain in his hands, and the towering gigantic mountain expanded once more.

But as the blood hand grappled down, the mountain crumbled piece by piece. The Master of Hundred Craft Mountain tried to make another move, but a cold and ghostly voice stopped all his resistance.

“Do you want to die?”

In his field of view, figures flickered, He Yuan’s face intermittently swapped with that of Blood Nightmare Mo Luo.

In a trance, He Yuan came beside the Master of Hundred Craft Mountain.

With hands behind his back, He Yuan glanced at him, casually tossing back the small mountain he had previously captured.

The Master of Hundred Craft Mountain swallowed his saliva, bending over in lingering fear.

“Liang Baizao, at your service, Lord Liu!”

He Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze turning towards the far north.

“Here’s your task. Demon King Qingyang has been gravely injured, depleted of Qi Power, and no longer able to fight. You go and capture him for me!”

Liang Baizao opened his mouth, struggling to speak, “Just me alone? His methods are exceptional, with many trump cards, I’m afraid…”

“Worry not, you’re just concerned about those illusions. I will cast a technique for you, after which they will have no effect on you.”

As he spoke, He Yuan seized with one hand.

Suddenly, horrifying screams echoed from below the sea.

A phantom was captured from between heaven and earth.

Liang Baizao was stunned, recognizing the origin of the phantom with just one look.

It was indeed a Golden Core Cultivator from his Hundred Craft Mountain, skilled with a giant hammer, who had previously perished in a great battle.

He Yuan held the soul, his hands performing several gestures, finally slamming a palm into Liang Baizao.

“Go!”

“With this makeshift soul, you can withstand three attacks from Demon King Qingyang’s illusions. Three chances are enough to capture him. Oh, and I can accept the body too.”

Liang Baizao took a deep breath, feeling the discomfort in his body gradually vanish, yet a trace of fear lingered in his heart.

This Blood Nightmare Mo Luo, wasn’t he rumored to be an Elder of Yuan Mo Sect’s Xue Hai Lineage?

How could he also have Mastery in the Technique of Soul Refining?

After Liang Baizao left with his orders, He Yuan looked in the direction Luo Chen had fled, snorting coldly.

“To make me suffer this setback, you must pay a price too!”