Chapter 899 The Pinnacle of Mortal Realm, Perfected Flesh

Yet even so, the demons complied without question and swiftly brought forth the Blood Sea Gourd.

The 9 Serenities Demon Lord took the Blood Sea Gourd, his face contorting into a maniacal grin as he sneered, "Let us see how formidable your physical body truly is. Do you believe it can withstand the corrupting power of this boundless sea of blood?"

The 9 Netherfiend Sovereign finished speaking and placed the Blood Sea Gourd into the treasure furnace.

To slay Eldrin, the 9 Netherfiend Sovereign truly went all out, even resorting to destroying a top-grade Pure Yin Devil Treasure just to unleash the full, extreme power of the Blood Sea.

But as the Blood Sea Gourd entered the treasure furnace, a force of sanguine oceans that blotted out the skies and eclipsed the earth drowned everything in its wake.

Eldrin felt only a blood-red tide that blotted out the stars surging toward him, carrying with it waves of overwhelming foulness and countless vengeful spirits.

Compared to this sea of blood, whether it was the Demonic Fiend Qi Kael had once integrated into his body or the lingering grievances fused with his Nascent Soul, they were all but mere candle flames before the brilliant moon—separated by a chasm as vast as heaven and earth.

"What ruthless methods."

Gazing at the tormented souls adrift in this boundless sea of blood, Eldrin furrowed his brow, his expression briefly contorting with righteous fury.

The methods of the demonic cultivators were far too violent and cruel, making it nearly impossible for him to suppress the killing intent in his heart. If he could break free from the Demon-Subduing Furnace at that moment, he would undoubtedly crush the 9 Netherworlds Demonic Sovereign on the spot.

"May you find release."

Eldrin let out a soft sigh, then unleashed a surge of overwhelming Pure Yang flames, sending them sweeping through the boundless sea of blood.

Be they vengeful spirits or the foul sea of blood, all transformed into a surging crimson mist, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Occasionally, bloodstains would invade Eldrin's body, yet under the circulation of his Primordial Chaos spiritual power, they would instantly be refined and dissolved into nothingness.

Eldrin's Primordial Unity art was uniquely designed to counter all forms of aberrant energies, making it nearly impossible for him to be harmed by foreign power.

The former master of the Endless Sky Pavilion had been struck by the Violet Blood Immortal-Severing Curse. The curse's power, transformed into an incessant torment, plagued him day and night, subjecting him to immense suffering and a gradual decline.

Yet if the Violet Blood Soul-Severing Curse were to enter Eldrin's body, it would likely be refined into nothingness by his Primordial Chaos spiritual power in a matter of moments.

Of course, Eldrin's Primordial Chaos spiritual power was also exceptionally difficult to use in expelling foreign energies from others, for this chaotic force was overwhelmingly dominant—to anyone else, it too would be perceived as an invasive, alien energy.

If he were to heal the Lord of the Endless Sea Pavilion with Primordial Chaos energy, her physical body would likely be completely eroded and destroyed before the Purple Blood Soul-Severing Curse could even take effect.

To return to our story, Eldrin stood amidst a boundless sea of blood, using his Primordial Chaos spiritual power to guide countless lost souls to their eternal rest.

In the blink of an eye, 30 years had passed. By the time Eldrin had fully refined the Blood Sea, he discovered his physical body had become utterly flawless and harmonious.

At this point, he had completely refined the flesh and blood essence of the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor, seizing the opportunity to cultivate the Eastern Emperor Scripture to the Great Perfection realm.

At this moment, Eldrin's physical body had reached a state of flawless perfection. With pure physical strength alone, he could contend against experts at the 9th-layer Soul Division realm, rivaling even the 9 Nether Demon Lord himself.

This was the absolute limit a mortal could achieve. To advance further, he would need to forge an immortal body.

However, cultivating an immortal body is exceedingly difficult. Aside from those with transcendent bloodlines, humans must seize the profound mysteries of heaven and earth, accumulating foundations so immense they could shake the heavens and make the gods weep, to grasp even a sliver of possibility for success.

Nevertheless, by harnessing the power of the Demon-Subduing Furnace and the demonic formation to temper his physique, Eldrin had achieved the unprecedented feat of completely mastering the Eastern Emperor Scripture to perfection.

This saved him at least 3 1000 years of arduous cultivation, significantly boosting his combat prowess.

However, while Eldrin (Person Name) rejoiced, the 9 Netherfiend Venerable (Cultivation Title) outside could no longer remain composed.

Watching Eldrin being tempered for a full 60 years without suffering the slightest injury, but instead growing even more powerful, he could not contain his fury and exclaimed, "Damn it! Is this brat truly unkillable?"

"Assemble the men at once. This Sovereign is determined to refine him into oblivion."

After the 9 Netherfiend Sovereign spoke, he summoned several more Primordial Spirit Dao Lords to return.

In the great war over 2 100 years ago, the number of cultivators in the Eldrin Legion who were combat-ready had dwindled to a dozen or so.

However, after all these years, many of the demonic cultivators had gradually recovered from their soul injuries. Some had even taken the lead in reconstructing their physical forms and returned ahead of others. Currently, the number of soul-stage demonic cultivators had reached nearly 40.

To slay Eldrin, the 9 Nether Demon Sovereign gathered 30-6 of them in 1 breath, laying down the 6-6 Heavenly Demon Immortal Refining Array.

The might of such a grand formation had truly surged, enough to make Eldrin feel a trace of pressure.

Under this immense pressure, Eldrin felt the spiritual energy within his body growing increasingly refined, as if on the verge of breaking through to the Primordial Spirit, Mid Stage.

Under the tempering of the endless Immortal Refining True Flame, Eldrin's mana grew increasingly refined and concentrated. In the brief span of 1 sexagenary cycle, it seemed as though his power had been honed through 10 such cycles.

Eldrin's current mana refinement had reached a truly astonishing level. He sensed that with but a slight circulation of his spiritual energy, he might very well breach the threshold of Primordial Spirit, Mid Stage, breaking through to the fourth layer of the primordial spirit realm.

"No, I can't break through any further."

Eldrin’s thoughts shifted swiftly, a flicker of killing intent gleaming in his pupils.

Now, having been refined for a full 60-year cycle, he emerged not only unscathed but with his physical body significantly strengthened. Should his cultivation advance further to Primordial Spirit, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm), even the venerable 9 Netherworlds Demon Lord would likely find it impossible to remain seated in tranquility.

This peerless expert at the ninth level of the Primordial Spirit, who cultivated both physical body and magical power, would become a tremendous calamity if they abandoned the Star Archipelago to wreak havoc within the Violet Realm.

"To avoid alerting the enemy, we cannot attempt a breakthrough recklessly."

"Only by breaking through at this crucial moment can we decide the outcome in 1 decisive battle and ensure the suppression of this demon."

In the blink of an eye, Eldrin had already formed a plan in his heart.

Eldrin channeled the greater part of his magic power into the Lotus Throne of Creation, deliberately feigning the strain of excessive expenditure—a subtle pretense of nearing his limits.

"Ha ha ha."

As Eldrin's mana gradually weakened, the 9 Netherfiend Sovereign revealed a look of ecstasy. "This Sovereign always said there are no invincible powers in this world."

"Although the Primordial Chaos power of the Abyss is hailed as the greatest under heaven, it is by no means inexhaustible. No matter how formidable its restorative abilities may be, they too have their limits."

“只要他的混元法力消耗殆尽，就算法力再玄妙，肉身再强大又能如何？”

Once his mana was depleted, even a body tempered to the peak of the Ninth Layer of Yuanshen would be refined into tribulation ashes by the Demon-Purging Crucible.

Finishing his words in excitement, the 9 Netherfiend Sovereign immediately declared in a resonant voice, "Gather everyone to strike together. We must press on with our success and refine this whelp of the Returning Abyss into Tribulation Ashes!"

As the 9 Netherfiend Venerable issued his command, the fiends began to exert their full power, causing the heaven-scorching flames of Immortal Refinement to grow increasingly profound.

Meanwhile, sensing the increasingly potent Refining Immortal Flames, Eldrin’s eyes flickered subtly.

To cultivate the Primordial Chaos Qi to its peak, a crucial catalyst is required—the Primordial Chaos Genesis Qi. However, the Purple Realm lacks the capacity to nurture this genesis qi. Perhaps only through artificial refinement might there exist a sliver of possibility.

"Now that I am trapped within this Demon-Subduing Furnace, can I harness its overwhelming immortal-refining flames to forge a wisp of Primordial Chaos Qi, aiding me in cultivating my Primordial Chaos True Qi to the Great Perfection realm?"

Chapter 1: The Reborn Prodigy The biting cold pierced deep into the bones. Lin Xuan's consciousness gradually surfaced from the abyss of darkness. As he opened his eyes, the dilapidated thatched roof and damp, moldy scent assaulted his senses. Fragmented memories flooded his mind—he was the lowest-ranked outer sect disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, and just yesterday, he had been severely injured during the sect's quarterly assessment. "To think I, the Immortal Venerable Flawless, would be reborn in the body of a teenage outer sect disciple." A trace of self-mockery flashed in his eyes. In his previous life, he had stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, only to fall during his Heavenly Tribulation. Unexpectedly, his soul had crossed through time and space, reincarnating into this youth who shared his name. He attempted to circulate his spiritual energy, only to find his 8 extraordinary meridians blocked, his dantian as still as dead water. This body's aptitude was truly abysmal—no wonder he had remained an outer sect disciple for 3 years. *Knock, knock, knock—* The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open without ceremony. A young man in a blue robe stood at the doorway, looking down at Lin Xuan with contempt. "Lin Xuan, the deacon demands your presence. Get up!" Lin Xuan recognized this person—Zhang Hu, an outer sect disciple who often bullied the weak. In his memories, this Zhang Hu had taken a particular dislike to him, frequently finding excuses to make things difficult. "Even a dog deserves some courtesy when you call it." Lin Xuan's voice was cold. "Do they not teach you how to knock properly in the Azure Cloud Sect?" Zhang Hu was momentarily stunned, never expecting this usually timid kid to talk back. His expression instantly darkened. "What did you say? Do you believe I won't teach you a lesson right now?" As he spoke, Zhang Hu raised his hand, a faint spiritual glow gathering around his palm—the most basic technique of the Azure Cloud Sect, the Minor Cloud Palm. Just as Zhang Hu was about to strike, Lin Xuan's gaze suddenly sharpened. A terrifying pressure radiated from him, freezing Zhang Hu in place. This... this was the aura of a supreme expert! Zhang Hu's face turned pale with fright. He stared wide-eyed at Lin Xuan, unable to believe that this outer sect disciple, whom he had always bullied, could possess such a terrifying aura. "Get out!" Lin Xuan's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. Zhang Hu stumbled backward, falling to the ground in his panic. He scrambled to his feet and fled without looking back, as if he had just seen a ghost. After driving Zhang Hu away, Lin Xuan closed his eyes to inspect his condition. This body was not only weak but also bore multiple internal injuries. It seemed the previous owner had not died from his assessment injuries alone. He took a deep breath and began to circulate the "9 Revolutions Divine Art" he had cultivated in his previous life. Although his meridians were blocked, the insights of an Immortal Venerable remained. Soon, a trace of spiritual energy began to flow through his body, slowly repairing his damaged meridians. Time passed minute by minute. When Lin Xuan opened his eyes again, night had already fallen. Although his cultivation had not recovered in the slightest, at least his body no longer felt as heavy as before. He stood up and walked to the broken wooden table, where a tattered storage bag lay—the only possession of the outer sect disciple. Lin Xuan opened it to find a dozen or so spirit stones and a yellowed jade slip. "This is..." Lin Xuan picked up the jade slip, injecting a trace of spiritual energy into it. The jade slip instantly lit up, projecting lines of text into the air. "Void Sutra?" Lin Xuan's expression shifted slightly. This was actually a long-lost ancient cultivation technique, rumored to be able to open up a unique path in the body, defying the heavens to change 1's fate. Unfortunately, it was incomplete, with only the first 3 layers remaining. For ordinary people, this sutra was practically useless. But to the current Lin Xuan, it was a priceless treasure. "With the Void Sutra, I can rebuild my cultivation foundation. In this lifetime, I will surely ascend again and reclaim my peak!" Determination flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes. He sat cross-legged once more, following the method described in the Void Sutra, and began to guide the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body. This process was exceptionally painful, as if countless tiny needles were piercing his meridians, but Lin Xuan remained unmoved. Having once stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, what was a little pain to him? As time passed, Lin Xuan's body began to emit a faint glow. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth swirled around him, forming a nearly invisible vortex. *Crack—* A faint, almost imperceptible sound came from within his body. 1 of his blocked meridians had finally been forced open! Lin Xuan let out a long breath. Although he was still far from true cultivation, he had at least taken the most crucial first step. He looked toward the moonlight outside the window, a profound light shimmering in his eyes. "The Azure Cloud Sect, and the entire cultivation world... Just you wait. Soon, the name Lin Xuan will make all of you look at me in a new light."