Chapter 883 Gallo(race) Death Calamity

At this moment, Eldrin immediately sealed the void upon taking action, clearly demonstrating ruthless intent. It seemed a Primordial Spirit Heavenly Demon might fall.

At that thought, the Nāgalou Heavenly Demon soared into the air, his expression turning profoundly grave as he declared, "Eldrin, I never imagined the Void Spirit Treasure in your possession had already ascended to the Pure Yang Realm. You've truly concealed your depths masterfully."

"Speak, how many Primordial Spirit, Late Stage cultivators have come today?"

Just then, Eldrin strolled through the air with measured steps, his eyes tranquil as he remarked, "To slay you, why would I need assistance from a Primordial Spirit, Late Stage fellow practitioner?"

"Clang—"

As his voice fell, the Heaven-Severing Twin Swords descended with a metallic ring.

"Arrogant fool." Seeing Eldrin approach alone, he seethed with a mixture of fury and glee. "To think you could challenge this venerable 1—you alone are far from sufficient!"

No sooner had he spoken than he summoned a small black furnace. The furnace expanded against the wind, casting down overwhelming demonic flames that actually forced the Celestial Departure Twin Swords to halt their advance.

Demon Flame Furnace.

Eldrin (Person Name) furrowed his brow slightly, recognizing the origin of this treasure.

The Demonflame Crucible was 1 of the personal soul treasures of the Garuda Heavenly Demon. Ranked as a top-tier sixth-grade artifact, it stood among the most formidable sixth-grade demonic treasures, its power truly not to be underestimated.

However, Eldrin remained unmoved by this. With a mere flick of his sleeve, a colossal Primordial Chaos Hand descended with thunderous force, poised to seize the Demonic Flame Furnace.

Witnessing this, countless Outer Demons immediately moved to besiege Eldrin, yet the human cultivators had already sprung into action in that very instant.

In that fleeting moment between lightning and spark, a clash of titans was on the verge of erupting.

Lyra and Qing Ji did not immediately assist Eldrin. Instead, wielding their superior Pure Yang spiritual treasures, they launched an assault against several Primordial Spirit, Early Stage demonic cultivators.

With the void sealed, employing the power of a top-grade Pure Yang spiritual treasure to deal with a Primordial Spirit, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm) demonic cultivator was naturally effortless—especially when the human Dao Lords held numerical superiority.

In just over a dozen exchanges, Lyra (Person Name) achieved a remarkable feat. With her 5-Colored Divine Light, she suppressed a Primordial Spirit, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm) cultivator and funneled them into the 6 Harmony 8 Desolation Cauldron for refinement.

After a few more exchanges, Qing Ji lived up to expectations by activating the Qingxu Vessel (Magic Treasure) to suppress and annihilate a Nascent Soul Heavenly Demon (Cultivation Realm) within the void.

When the 2 finally had a chance to act, it signaled the collapse of the extraterrestrial demons. In less than 30 moves, 5 Nascent Soul demon cultivators were either suppressed or slain in quick succession.

Seeing the situation turning dire, the Garuda Heavenly Demon locked in combat with Eldrin (Person Name) high above the heavens grew intensely anxious.

The disparity in combat prowess between the 2 sides was immense. With 5 Nascent Soul demonic cultivators having fallen in succession, he realized that prolonging this battle would only lead to increasingly devastating losses.

At that moment, the Garuda Heavenly Demon also grew hesitant to continue the fight. With a flick of his sleeve, he summoned a pitch-black dragon shear, launching a pincer assault toward Eldrin (Person Name).

Black Dragon Scissors.

In the blink of an eye, Eldrin (Person Name) had discerned the origins of this treasure.

This Black Dragon Scissors were the signature magic treasure of Eldrin, and also his foremost treasure of the Dao.

As early as several 1000 years ago, when the Eldrin Demon was still at the Primordial Spirit, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm), he had already refined this treasure to the peak of the sixth rank.

In the beginning, the fall of Daoist Qingyuan was caused by the Black Dragon Shears, which sliced him in 2. Even the Green Abyss Sword (Magic Treasure), forged from Pure Yang Immortal Gold, was destroyed as a result.

At that moment, witnessing the Black Dragon Scissors transform into 2 shadowy serpents lunging forth, Eldrin naturally dared not be negligent. He immediately summoned a surge of Primordial Chaos True Aura to shield himself, then dissolved into a bolt of lightning evasion radiance to evade the strike.

Little did anyone expect that the Galou Heavenly Demon would feint an attack, seizing the moment when Eldrin dodged to flee into the distance.

"Damn it."

Eldrin's expression grew slightly tense, understanding that once he flew beyond the boundaries of the Yin-Yang Void Realm, eliminating his foe would become 10 1000 times more difficult.

Fortunately, Lyra reacted with lightning speed. With a flick of her sleeve, she summoned a 5-colored divine light, instantly locking it within the void.

At such a critical juncture between life and death, the Garuda Heavenly Demon decisively spat out a mouthful of essence blood, forcibly sustaining his protective divine ability to withstand the 5-colored divine light.

Lyra's magical power ultimately could not match that of the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage. Moreover, the Garuda Heavenly Demon had cultivated its innate divine ability to the Great Perfection realm, and actually managed to break free from it.

"Wretched fiend, where do you think you're fleeing?!"

Boom—

Just as the Garuda Heavenly Demon was about to escape, Eldrin let out an angry roar and unleashed a blast of 5-colored lightning to strike it down.

The thunder technique struck with lightning speed, leaving the Ghoul Demon no chance to evade. At that critical juncture between life and death, the demon desperately attempted to activate 2 demonic treasures in a frantic bid for survival.

Yet all he saw was the Demonic Flame Furnace being suppressed by the Azure Void Vase, while the Black Dragon Shears were entangled by the Icy Soul Immortal Ribbon.

Hold on a moment, I'll make the changes. With the void sealed, utilizing the power of a top-grade Pure Yang spiritual treasure to deal with an Early Stage Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) demonic cultivator was naturally effortless. Especially since the number of human Dao Lords currently held the advantage.

In just over a dozen exchanges, Lyra (Person Name) had already secured a merit. She suppressed a Primordial Spirit, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm) with her 5-Colored Divine Light and funneled it into the 6 Directions Cosmos Cauldron (Magic Treasure) for refinement.

After a few more exchanges, Qing Ji lived up to expectations by activating the Qingxu Vase to suppress and annihilate a Nascent Soul Heavenly Demon within the void.

Seeing the situation turning dire, the Garuda Heavenly Demon locked in combat with Eldrin (Person Name) high above the heavens grew intensely anxious.

The disparity in combat strength between the 2 sides was immense. With 5 consecutive Nascent Soul demonic cultivators having fallen in battle, he realized that continuing this fight would only lead to increasingly devastating losses.

Black Dragon Scissors.

In the blink of an eye, Eldrin (Person Name) had discerned the origins of this treasure.

This Black Dragon Scissors were the signature magic treasure of Eldrin, and also his foremost treasure of the Path.

As early as several 1000 years ago, when the Eldrin Demon was still at the Primordial Spirit, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm), he had already refined this treasure to the peak of the sixth rank.

The reason the Eldrin Daoist perished back then was because he was severed in 2 by a Black Dragon Shears. Even his Green Abyss Sword (Magic Treasure), forged from Pure Yang Immortal Gold, was destroyed as a result.

At the sight of the Black Dragon Scissors transforming into 2 black dragons and shearing toward him, Eldrin naturally dared not be careless. He immediately summoned a surge of Primordial Chaos True Aura to shield himself, then transformed into a bolt of lightning to evade.

Who would have thought that the Garuda Heavenly Demon would feint an attack, seizing the moment when Eldrin dodged to flee into the distance.

"Damn it."

Eldrin's expression tightened slightly as he realized that once he flew beyond the boundaries of the Yin-Yang Void Realm, it would become utterly arduous to slay him.

Fortunately, Lyra reacted swiftly at that moment. With a flick of her sleeve, she summoned a 5-colored divine light, instantly locking it firmly within the void.

At this critical moment of life and death, the Garuda Heavenly Demon decisively spat out a mouthful of vital essence blood, forcibly sustaining his protective divine ability to withstand the 5-Colored Divine Light.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of snow and decay. Li Ming, a young man barely 20 years of age, shivered as he trudged up the icy path. His robes, thin and worn, offered little protection against the elements. Yet, his eyes burned with a fierce determination, a fire that refused to be extinguished by the harsh environment. "1 100 years," he whispered to himself, his breath forming a cloud of mist in the frigid air. "1 100 years since our Li Clan fell from grace." He clutched a small, worn pouch at his waist. Within it rested his entire worldly wealth: precisely 32,000 spirit stones, painstakingly saved over countless months of menial labor and dangerous herb gathering. It was a pittance compared to the riches his family once commanded, but it was enough for his purpose today. His destination was the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, a place rumored to house cultivation manuals and techniques for outer sect disciples. Reaching it meant a chance, however slim, to change his fate. Suddenly, a sneering voice cut through the wind. "Well, well, if it isn't the trash of the Li Clan. Still dreaming of restoring your family's glory?" Li Ming's grip on his pouch tightened. He didn't need to turn around to know it was Zhang Hu, a bully who took pleasure in tormenting those weaker than himself. Zhang Hu was accompanied by 2 other disciples, their robes noticeably finer than Li Ming's. "Step aside, Zhang Hu," Li Ming said, his voice low but steady. "I have business at the pavilion." "Business? With what? Your pathetic collection of stones?" Zhang Hu laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "You couldn't even afford the first layer of the most basic cultivation technique. Why don't you just give up? Someone like you will never achieve Foundation Establishment, let alone form a Golden Core." Li Ming's jaw clenched. The words stung, for they echoed his deepest fears. He had been stuck at the third level of Qi Refining for nearly 2 years, his progress agonizingly slow. Over a 100 disciples had entered the sect with him; most had already surpassed him. "I said, step aside," Li Ming repeated, a flicker of spiritual energy, weak but defiant, gathering around his fist. Zhang Hu's eyes narrowed. "You dare? You think you can challenge me? I'm at the fifth level of Qi Refining! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!" Zhang Hu lunged forward, his palm glowing with a dull red light—the signature of the Flaming Palm technique. The air around his hand shimmered with heat. Li Ming knew he was outmatched. He couldn't win a direct confrontation. But he remembered a fragment of text from a tattered scroll he'd found as a child, a remnant of his clan's former library. It spoke of using an opponent's strength against them, of redirecting force like water flowing around a rock. As Zhang Hu's flaming palm shot towards his chest, Li Ming didn't block. Instead, he shifted his weight slightly, his body moving with an unnatural, flowing grace. He guided the force of the blow past his shoulder, the heat searing his robe but missing his flesh entirely. Using the momentum, he hooked his foot around Zhang Hu's ankle. With a startled cry, Zhang Hu stumbled forward, his own momentum sending him crashing face-first into the frozen ground. His 2 companions stared in shock. Li Ming stood panting, his heart hammering against his ribs. He hadn't used raw power; he had used principle. It was a small victory, but it ignited a long-dormant spark within his dantian. He looked down at the groaning Zhang Hu. "Arrogance blinds you to the principles of heaven and earth." Without another word, he stepped over Zhang Hu and continued up the path, the snow crunching beneath his boots. The encounter had cost him time, but it had given him something far more valuable: a sliver of confidence. Finally, he reached the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, an ancient, multi-storied tower that seemed to absorb the fading daylight. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the heavy doors open and entered. The interior was vast and silent, filled with the smell of old paper and sandalwood. Rows upon rows of jade slips and leather-bound manuals filled countless shelves, stretching up into the shadowy heights. An elderly attendant sat at a desk, his eyes closed in meditation. He didn't even glance up as Li Ming approached. Li Ming's eyes scanned the sections until they fell upon a particular jade slip resting on a pedestal of dark wood. A small placard beside it read: "9 Revolutions Nirvana Art - First Layer. Cost: 30,000 spirit stones." His breath hitched. This was it. A legendary technique, said to be incredibly difficult to cultivate but possessing earth-shaking potential for those who succeeded. The cost was nearly his entire savings. For thousands of years, countless cultivators had attempted it, and countless had failed, their cultivation bases ruined. It was a massive risk. Li Ming's hand trembled as he reached for his pouch. He thought of his clan's downfall, of Zhang Hu's sneering face, of the endless, grinding struggle of the past 1 100 years. Then, with a resolve forged in adversity, he poured the glittering pile of 30,000 spirit stones onto the attendant's desk. The old man's eyes flickered open, a hint of surprise in their depths as he looked from the stones to Li Ming's determined face. "I'll take it," Li Ming said, his voice echoing faintly in the silent hall. As his fingers touched the cool, smooth surface of the jade slip, a strange warmth spread up his arm. Vague, profound runes flashed before his mind's eye, and a single, resonant word seemed to echo from the depths of his soul, a name he felt was intrinsically linked to this art, to his destiny: Eldrin.