Chapter 898 Trapped in the Treasure Furnace, Demonfire(TERM) Refines the Body

Boom—

Beyond the Zhou Heavenly Star Archipelago, the various Human Race Nascent Souls had gathered, their expressions exceedingly grave as they stared at the great demonic formation before them.

Lyra (Person Name) and other primordial spirits unleashed their attacks 1 after another, with streams of Pure Yang spiritual treasures shaking the heavens and earth. Yet, they remained utterly incapable of breaching this Great Demon Formation.

"Spare yourself the futile effort."

Saint Lord Dorian (Person Name) let out a sigh as he gazed at the grand formation within the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago. "This formation is anchored by the Demon-Suppressing Crucible, and has been forged with the full might of the demon race."

"Even a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) would be incapable of breaching it."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions shifted slightly. The master of the South Sea Glazed Palace also nodded, then sighed and said, "With our current strength, we simply lack the capability to break this formation."

"At this juncture, the only solution may be to gather all 7 Treasure Gourds and utilize the power of the 7 Treasures Gourd Formation to break through the local defensive arrays."

"Amitabha."

The Demon-Subduing Divine Monk sighed, his expression tinged with sorrow. "The Orange Gourd has yet to emerge into the world, Fellow Daoist Li Fire still requires 2 100 years to recover, and we cannot know if Fellow Daoist Returning Abyss can endure much longer."

"Eldrin..." Lyra's heart trembled, yet she still spoke: "My husband has cultivated the supreme Primordial Chaos magic power, and is further protected by Life magic power. No demon or monster could possibly strike him down."

The Daoist Priest Zixiao, however, felt uneasy in his heart and couldn’t help but shake his head. “With the 9 Nether Demon Lord using the Demon-Subduing Crucible as the core of the formation, he has set up the unparalleled Refining Immortal Array. I fear even a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) would struggle to withstand it.”

"Though your cultivation is truly heaven-defying, Brother Guixu, once trapped in this formation for an extended period, I fear even you may not endure."

Hearing this, everyone’s hearts grew exceedingly heavy. By their estimation, under the refinement of such a terrifying Soul-Refining Grand Array, even an ordinary Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) would not last more than 2 or 3 100 years.

Only those powerful quasi-immortals who pursued the path of physical ascension and specialized in cultivating immortal bodies could possibly withstand its refinement.

Although Eldrin possessed life force magic power and was further enhanced by Primordial Chaos magic power, granting him an impervious body immune to all evils, it was estimated that he still could not surpass the Demigod Ancestor.

At this thought, the Dorian Saint Monarch sighed softly and said, "Then we shall set the limit at 2 100 years."

2 100 years later, the Dao Lord of Heaven’s Abandonment would likely recover most of his injuries, and the Palace Master of Li Fire could also return, healed from his wounds.

"Sooner or later, whether we can gather all 7 Sacred Calabashes or not, we must strike to break the formation and rescue Elder Eldrin."

The assembled Dao Lords present could not help but nod in agreement upon hearing this. Haoyuan Daojun immediately declared, "Then it is settled. We shall reconvene in 2 100 years."

Unable to breach the demonic formation, Lyra (Person Name) felt an immense weight in her heart.

She gazed in the direction of the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago, unable to move for a long while, her heart growing increasingly heavy and unsettled.

If Eldrin hadn't pushed them aside earlier, they too would have fallen into the Demon-Purging Furnace, and likely wouldn't have been able to endure it.

The 2 had journeyed together for over 2 1000 years, yet this was the first time they found themselves separated. This profound sense of helplessness weighed heavily upon her heart.

“Lyra (Person Name)…”

Yan Zi Ji approached and grasped her hand, unable to refrain from speaking, "My husband's cultivation has reached the pinnacle of creation, and his life force magic power is nothing less than the supreme power that points directly to the Great Dao."

"Do not worry too much. Even a cultivator at the ninth level of the Primordial Spirit would find it impossible to slay him."

"Yes." Dorian (Person Name) also took a deep breath before speaking. "The most urgent matter now is to swiftly locate the seventh treasure gourd."

"Only then can we be certain of rescuing the Abyss and completely quelling this cataclysm."

"I understand."

Lyra closed her eyes, then turned around and said, "Let's go back."

At the same time, within the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago.

Upon the Solar Divine Island, within an incomparably magnificent underground fire vein, stood a pitch-black treasure furnace.

Beside the precious cauldron, the 9 Serenities Demon Lord was accompanied by 18 demonic path primordial spirits, channeling their full power to activate the formation and the cauldron, relentlessly refining Eldrin (Person Name).

Within the treasure furnace, Eldrin sat cross-legged amidst the roaring flames, his brow serene as he calmly observed the scene unfolding before him.

18 Soul Primordials joined forces, channeling the power of tens of thousands of spirit islands and employing the Demon-Suppressing Crucible as the formation’s core to deploy the Immortal-Refining Grand Array. Such a lavish display of power was truly worthy of the 9 Profundities Demon Venerable.

Eldrin murmured, his expression remarkably calm.

He had cultivated 5 supreme powers: 'Pure Yang Fire,' 'Profound Abyss Water,' 'Primordial Chaos Gold,' 'All-Creation Earth,' and 'Life Wood.' Any 1 of these powers was a peerless force that pointed directly to the Great Dao.

如今他又将五种法力融合归一，修出了旷古绝今的混元法力，不敢说战力处于元神之境无敌，但保命之力绝对是无出其右。

For after cultivating 5 supreme powers, he had developed a strong resistance to all manner of esoteric forces.

18 Soul Formation demonic cultivators from the Extraterrestrial Demon Clan joined forces, unleashing various True Flames and Demonic Waters along with other lethal magical energies to refine him.

However, the quality of this magical power was far inferior to Eldrin's supreme cultivation. Once it invaded Eldrin's body, it crumbled instantly upon encountering his Primordial Chaos Magical Power, utterly failing to inflict any significant damage upon him.

Even the Immortal-Refining Flame of the Demon-Subduing Furnace, amplified by the grand formation, proved drastically less effective against Eldrin. Under the constant restoration of his life force, it ultimately could do nothing to harm Eldrin.

Thus tempered by the true flame, 30 years passed in the blink of an eye. Yet not only had Eldrin (Person Name) not been completely refined, even his aura showed no significant weakening.

In fact, Eldrin's aura grew increasingly vigorous instead. Having been tempered by the Refining Immortal Flames, his physical body shed impurities to retain purity, becoming remarkably more formidable.

Flesh Body of the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm)

That day, Eldrin opened his eyes, revealing a trace of serenity within them.

For these 30 years, he had never been refined by the 9 Netherworlds Demonic Venerable. Instead, harnessing the Immortal-Refining Flame, he had forged the black dragon into a single Flesh and Blood Treasure Pill.

After absorbing the flesh and blood essence of the Black Dragon, his physical body advanced by leaps and bounds, finally reaching a level comparable to that of the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm).

At this stage, Eldrin's physical strength alone was sufficient to contend against a Primordial Spirit, Late Stage expert, falling only slightly short of the supreme physique of the 9 Serenities Demon Lord.

Coupled with his formidable magic power and divine abilities, Eldrin even felt he might be capable of contending against a Ninth-Level Nascent Soul cultivator.

It is likely that even if he cannot match a supreme soul like the 9 Serenities Demon Sovereign—whose physical body and magical power have both reached the Great Perfection of the Soul—he should be more than a match for ordinary ninth-level Soul cultivators.

"Damn it, this man is so hard to kill!"

Outside the Demon-Subduing Furnace, the 9 Netherfiend Sovereign watched with an expression of utmost gravity as the Immortal-Refining Flame failed to eliminate Eldrin.

He took a deep breath, then declared in a resonant voice, "Attendants, fetch the Blood Sea Gourd for me."

"My lord!"

Hearing this, the expressions of all the demons shifted abruptly.

The Blood Sea Gourd was an exceptionally malevolent demonic treasure. To forge it, the 9 Netherfiend Sovereign of old had not hesitated to sacrifice the hundreds of millions of living souls upon an entire star.

You must understand, that was an entire star. Even if it couldn’t compare to a top-tier world like the Purple Realm, it still teemed with countless living beings.

Now, all of them have been refined into the Blood Sea Gourd, revealing the sinister and domineering nature of this treasure.

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain range, howling like countless vengeful spirits. Snowflakes danced wildly in the air, blanketing the jagged peaks in a layer of pristine white. At the summit of the highest mountain, a solitary figure sat cross-legged upon a massive bluestone, motionless as if carved from ice. Lin Feng had been meditating here for 3 full years. His black robes were tattered, his long hair matted with frost, yet his eyes remained closed in deep concentration. The spiritual energy around him swirled like an invisible vortex, causing the falling snow to veer away before touching his robes. "Finally..." Lin Feng's eyelids fluttered open, his pupils flashing with a faint golden light. "The ninth level of the Frozen Soul Art is complete." He slowly rose, joints cracking like popping beans after years of immobility. With a mere thought, spiritual power surged through his meridians, forming intricate patterns across his skin. The accumulated snow on his shoulders instantly vaporized. Suddenly, a sharp whistle cut through the wind. A fiery streak shot across the sky, stopping directly above Lin Feng before transforming into a gleaming crimson sword that hovered mid-air. "Lin Feng!" a voice boomed from the sword. "Your 3 years of seclusion are over. The sect master summons you immediately!" Lin Feng showed no surprise. He extended a finger, and the crimson sword obediently landed in his palm. The weapon trembled slightly, as if greeting its master. "I understand," Lin Feng said calmly. "Has something happened at the sect?" "The Demon Faction has become active again," the sword's voice turned grave. "Intelligence reports they've gathered over 10,000 demonic cultivators at the Blood Abyss Valley. The sect master believes they're planning to assault our mountain gate." A cold gleam flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. "Over 10,000? It seems they've gathered quite some strength during my absence." With a wave of his sleeve, Lin Feng summoned his personal flying sword—the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss. The dark red blade emitted a low hum, its surface swirling with patterns resembling flowing magma. "Let's return," Lin Feng declared, stepping onto the sword. "It's time to show these demons what true power means." The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss shot into the sky, tearing through the snowstorm like a fiery meteor. In mere moments, both man and sword had vanished beyond the horizon, leaving only the eternal snow to continue its silent fall.