Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster - Chapter 2672 - 985: White-robed Vajra, Mahakala_2

Chapter 2672: Chapter 985: White-robed Vajra, Mahakala_2

With some leisure time, he slowly spoke, “You two benefactors may not know, but this Glazed Pure Land is the first and only Spiritual Treasure of the West Desert Buddhism, not one bit inferior to the Lan Ke Chessboard of Zhongzhou.”

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, “Could it be that this treasure can also suppress Earth Qi and capture Spirit Mechanism?”

“Not just that!” The little monk smiled confidently.

Luo Chen, however, was somewhat skeptical, “If it’s truly that powerful, how could it be in your hands alone? Would the true owner of the West Desert, the Hanging Temple, just watch such an important treasure wander outside?”

The little monk did not answer, simply casting the final Dao Law Method into the sky.

The night was high, without stars or moon.

But after this Dao Law Method was cast, the sky trembled and dark clouds retreated.

A gentle moonlight poured down, shining into the depths of the void.

Gradually, a glimpse of a Glazed Buddha Temple, hidden within a Pagoda Forest and Bamboo Sea, emerged.

“Please, you two, go ahead!”

Luo Chen’s footsteps paused, halting in place.

At this critical moment, he hesitated instead.

The Space Dao, mysterious as it was, was largely understood only on the surface by the countless cultivators of the world.

But within Buddhism, it was different.

The concept of a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru, and Mount Sumeru hiding in a mustard seed, had been passed down for a long time.

He did not expect the Glazed Pure Land to be a Space Spiritual Treasure.

Once inside, getting out might not be so simple.

“Let’s go in!”

Unexpectedly, Qing Shuang showed no fear.

She transmitted, “The prohibition cast by the novice monk possessed by Xuan Du just now was the Balancing Technique. With this technique, the Glazed Pure Land is in a state permanently open to the outside. If I want to leave, I can do so instantly.”

With this assurance, Luo Chen finally felt at ease.

He lifted his foot, stepping over the shimmering void, and in a daze, the world flipped upside down.

Looking up, he saw a bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

It was truly a small world hidden within the void, a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru!

And unlike the unstable small world of the Yin Yang Realm, the space of this Glazed Pure Land was especially stable, no different from the outer world.

With Luo Chen’s capabilities, creating a void rift might be very difficult.

Qing Shuang paused at the entrance for a moment, confirming her senses were correct, then nodded at Luo Chen.

The little monk did not follow them inside.

After seeing the two enter, his body trembled, and then a confused look appeared in his eyes as he bowed toward the Buddha Temple shrouded in lunar glow before leaving alone.

Under the moonlight, the green Bamboo Sea swayed in the wind, and the white Pagoda Forest stood solemn and majestic.

Such an extraordinary scene could be seen clearly from a hundred miles away.

Moreover, the sight of Luo Chen and Qing Shuang entering was witnessed by many.

For a moment, the news of the emergence of the Glazed Pure Land, and the entry of Alchemy Sect Luo Chen and Demon Emperor Qing Shuang, spread quickly.

…

In the Buddha Temple seemingly made of glaze, the soothing sound of a wooden fish could be heard.

Two figures crossed the threshold, entering together.

A white-robed monk stood with his back to them, two meditation cushions laid out in the hall, as if waiting for a long time.

“Please!”

An unexpectedly youthful voice came through.

Luo Chen and Qing Shuang exchanged a glance, unfazed, and sat openly on the meditation cushions.

The white-robed monk continued to hit the wooden fish, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

After a long time, he finally stopped his task, slowly turning around.

Just one glance!

Their eyes met, and in Luo Chen’s pupils, the image of Mirror Flower, Water Moon suddenly blossomed.

The young monk did not avoid it, still seated cross-legged amidst blooming flowers, surrounded by Celestial Maidens.

Endless illusions threatened to engulf him, yet he steadfastly held his mind, unmoved.

Meanwhile, outside.

Qing Shuang struck a punch through the void, her white arm seeming able to tear everything apart.

The young monk merely smiled slightly, held a flower with his fingers, and gently flicked it.

Dong!

A heavy sound echoed, the young monk’s body shuddered, as if a great bell had been struck.

Qing Shuang slowly withdrew her right hand, her brow slightly furrowed.

“Great Vajra Physique, surpassing even that bald donkey Ci En of Wutai Mountain!”

Meanwhile, Luo Chen, slightly exhausted, closed his eyes briefly, then slowly reopened them, looking at the white-robed monk before him with surprise and uncertainty.

“You!”

The monk in white rubbed his brow and praised, “The capabilities of the Alchemy Sect are far beyond worldly imagination. If I hadn’t condensed my Primordial Spirit in advance, I’m afraid I would have been plunged into endless illusions under the overwhelming suppression of Divine Soul in an instant.”

Luo Chen smirked slightly, “Master Xuan Du, you’re too kind!”

Qing Shuang was somewhat surprised by this result.

She had experienced Luo Chen’s formidable Divine Soul Endowment firsthand.

If it weren’t for the protection of the Nether Soul Pearl, even she would be no match for Luo Chen.

It can be said that among the present generation, no Nascent Soul True Master’s Divine Soul Endowment can compare to Luo Chen.

In Qing Shuang’s view, Luo Chen’s vast Divine Soul is already infinitely approaching Divine Transformation Great Power.

Yet, in such a scenario, Master Xuan Du could actually withstand his Soul Technique!

Luo Chen exhaled a breath of Turbid Qi, realizing that his and Qing Shuang’s mutual scheme had come to naught.

They had no intention of discussing any cooperation or exchanging conditions.

From the very beginning, the plan was to enter the Glazed Pure Land, launch a sudden attack, jointly subdue Master Xuan Du, and then seize control of the teleportation formation at Buddha Mother Temple, promptly leaving the West Desert.

Unexpectedly, this individual also practiced Magic and Body Double Cultivation!

He promptly retaliated with their joint attack.

It’s said that the opponent has already condense his Primordial Spirit and is just one step away from Divine Transformation!

In terms of Divine Soul Endowment, Luo Chen is far more powerful than the opponent.

But Master Xuan Du has already condensed the Primordial Spirit; his Soul’s condensation suffices to negate any Mirror Flower, Water Moon effect.

And that Great Vajra Physique…

Luo Chen shook his head at Qing Shuang, abandoning his initial intent.

If both of them were in their peak state, they would possess the strength to contend with Xuan Du, with victory hinging on their respective Spell Battle capabilities.

But at this moment, it’s indeed not suitable for a life-and-death duel.

“Can we speak properly now, you two?” The white monk descended swiftly into calmness, as if Master Xuan Du didn’t mind their earlier sudden attack.

Luo Chen rubbed his brow, “The master’s persistence is apparent; I wonder what weighs on your mind, driving you to use the teleportation formation to coerce us.”

Master Xuan Du seemed oblivious to the sarcasm in Luo Chen’s words, instead stating solemnly, “It’s not stubbornness; rather, the matter concerns all living beings in the world and requires both of your help.”

“All living beings?” Luo Chen was taken aback; he hadn’t heard such words in many years, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “The master is indeed compassionate, but what have all the living beings to do with me?”

Master Xuan Du said calmly, “Benefactor, you are also part of the living world; if disaster looms, you may not necessarily escape unscathed.”

Luo Chen raised an eyebrow, “Alarmist talk!”

Master Xuan Du pointed to his feet, “Earlier, you asked why such a precious treasure like the Glazed Pure Land is under my control, and why the Hanging Temple isn’t tempted. The answer is simple: this treasure was stolen by me from the Hanging Temple, to prevent them from wielding such a weapon and then be fueled by killing intent!”

Luo Chen furrowed his brows, retracting his previous dismissive attitude.

Since the annihilation of Huang Man and Shenyuan, he had been confident that, in the expansive world, without Divine Transformation emerging, he was unrivaled.

The only imagined rival was Qing Shuang, who was proficient in Space Dao.

But when it concerned a Holy Land, he never dared to be careless.

The Hanging Temple is the sole overlord in the West Desert, a Divine Transformation Holy Land!

“For a master of such high standing to resort to stealing, it seems the matter is indeed significant!” Luo Chen commented.

Master Xuan Du nodded and asked, “Benefactor, are you aware of the Arhat of the Hanging Temple?”

Arhat?

Luo Chen tightened his lips.

The cultivation system in the West Desert differs slightly from the other Four Continents.

Apart from common Qi refining and foundation establishment, there’s also a mature Buddhist Sect system.

Novice monks, bhikkhus, mages, Vajra, and even Arhats!

His earlier reason for collaborating with Qing Shuang against Xuan Du stemmed from the fact that the latter could attach his Divine Perception to a little monk without harming him.

Luo Chen had never underestimated Xuan Du from the beginning.

It’s just that the opponent’s performance later exceeded his expectations.

And he had some knowledge about the Arhat now mentioned.

The current master of Hanging Temple, the rumored Mahakala!

The chief of Prajna Hall, eight hundred years ago, once subdued the Savage Beast Golden Winged Roc, adding a Guardian Spirit Venerable to the Hanging Temple.

Upon advancing to Divinity Transformation Realm, naturally took over as host, overseeing the Hanging Temple.

It’s said that the temple’s later seclusion and indifference to worldly affairs resulted from his influence.

Mahakala remains low-profile externally, with many ignorant of a True Buddha residing in the West Desert unless keen on Buddhist Dao.

If Luo Chen, once drawn to Monk Hui Ping of Tianji Domain, hadn’t briefly researched related records, he would likely be unfamiliar with this figure.

Now hearing of this Great Power from Master Xuan Du, Luo Chen couldn’t help but grow curious.

“What happened to him?”

Xuan Du’s expression was sorrowful, “He, has fallen!”