Chapter 901 1 Hand Suppressing the Devil Furnace

Following closely behind, 6 more Primordial Spirit Dao Lords emerged, including the Violet Firmament Dao Lord and the Li Fire Dao Lord.

It turned out that over the past 2 100 years, the human race had scoured every inch of land. With the combined deductions of several Dao Lords, they had finally pinpointed the locations of the 7 treasure gourds.

Now that the 7 precious gourds were gathered, and jointly activated by 7 Soul Formation Dao Lords including the Demon-Subduing Divine Monk, they could finally deploy the Grand 7 Treasures Gourd Formation.

At this moment, 7 Nascent Soul Dao Lords joined forces, summoning the 7 Treasures Gourd that soared into the heavens.

In an instant, 7 resplendent streams of radiant light cascaded downward, merging into a single towering pillar of 7-colored brilliance that descended upon the Heavenly Demon Grand Formation with overwhelming force.

This resplendent strike of unprecedented brilliance, born from their combined efforts, surpassed even a Demigod Ancestor's full-powered attack by 30 percent.

"Boom—"

With a thunderous boom, the entire Great Demon Subduing Formation trembled violently, and even the vast Zhou Tian Star Archipelago seemed to sink slightly.

Witnessing such a staggering strike, Elder Zixiao (Person Name) felt a flicker of satisfaction, yet could not help sighing with regret. "It is a pity that our cultivation bases are uneven and our spiritual power still falls somewhat short."

"If 9 Late Stage Primordial Spirits were to command the formation and refine the 7 Treasures Gourd into a superior-grade spirit treasure, their combined strike would possess 80 percent of a celestial being’s full power."

The crowd whispered among themselves, then shook their heads with bitter smiles.

Breaking through to the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) is by no means an easy feat. Among those present, only the Demonsubduing Divine Monk had reached this realm.

Elder of the Violet Firmament had reached the sixth level of primordial spirit cultivation, his cultivation base not far from the threshold. Yet the others still had a long, arduous journey ahead.

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Eldrin glanced at the crowd and declared, "Honored allies, let us persevere. Today we shall shatter this grand formation and rescue the Abyssal Sage at all costs."

"Very well…"

The several Dao Lords all nodded hastily. Those with depleted magic power, such as Li Huo Daoren and other Primordial Spirit, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm) cultivators, immediately consumed Pure Yang Treasure Pills. After restoring their magic power, they joined forces to unleash a combined strike through the 7 Treasures Gourd at this location.

At its peak, the 7 Treasures Gourd could unleash 80 percent of a celestial being's full strike.

Now, their cultivation bases were uneven, barely able to unleash less than 30% of their power—yet even this was enough to severely injure, or even slay, a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm).

After the group channeled the 7 Treasures Gourd 6 consecutive times, the Great Heavenly Demon Formation finally dimmed, its power reduced by more than half. It was clearly on the verge of collapse.

But at this moment, those with the weakest cultivation bases—including Eldrin and others—were already struggling to hold on.

Elder Li Huo's cultivation was merely at the Primordial Spirit, Early Stage. Even after consuming several sixth-grade elixirs to replenish his spiritual energy, the repeated activation of such a supreme killing treasure had severely depleted his vital essence.

Even so, Daoist Li Huo took a deep breath and actually spat out a mouthful of vital essence blood, converting it into spiritual power to launch another strike.

Boom—

As the seventh stream of multicolored light descended, the barrier of the Great Demonic Formation was forcibly torn apart, riddled with cracks.

Lin Tianqi’s eyes flashed coldly as a sword intent, long nurtured within him, erupted with a resonant ring. In an instant, it tore a gap through the Heaven Devil Grand Formation.

Slay them—

In an instant, every Primordial Spirit Dao Lord present took action, charging toward the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago.

And in that very instant, the Demon-Subduing Furnace suffered a backlash, trembling and shaking violently as it struggled to stabilize.

At this very moment

In the blink of an eye, golden light flashed within Eldrin's eyes.

He rose to his feet in an instant, and an overwhelming aura erupted from within him, effortlessly shattering the bottleneck of the Primordial Spirit, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm).

Sensing the overwhelmingly potent aura within the Demon-Subduing Crucible, the group of Nascent Soul demonic cultivators paled dramatically.

Fourth Layer of the Nascent Soul...

"No, there's more!"

In the blink of an eye, the 9 Netherfiend Sovereign detected Eldrin's (Person Name) spiritual energy surging wildly. In mere moments, he broke through to the fourth level of the Nascent Soul realm, and then advanced even further to the fifth level.

The 9 Netherworlds Devil Venerable’s heart sank. He realized he had been outwitted by Eldrin (Person Name) and immediately sought to retreat to save his life.

Alas, by the time he realized it, it was already too late. With a deafening roar—

The cauldron lid of the Demon-Subduing Furnace was sent flying, and immediately after, a snow-robed divine being stepped through the void, launching a sword strike the moment they appeared.

Scalebane Sword

In the blink of an eye, the 9 Nether Demon Lord recognized the sword’s origin. He never imagined that Eldrin, while enduring the Refining Immortal Flames, would still have the strength to secretly refine the Black Dragon Spirit Treasure.

This Reverse Scale Sword was a top-grade pure yang spirit treasure, and with the overwhelming magical power infused by Eldrin, its might rivaled even that of a Black Dragon's full exertion.

The 9 Netherworlds Demon Venerable had just summoned a demonic treasure to block when he saw Eldrin casually point a finger, summoning a cataclysmic storm of thunderbolts crashing toward him.

"Ah—"

A thunderous roar echoed through the heavens as the 9 Nether Demon Lord let out a piercing shriek, his form violently hurled backward for hundreds of yards.

His nearly invincible 9 Nether Unbreakable Body was shattered after just 1 move against Eldrin's (Person Name) Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Art, which completely defied his expectations.

Demigod!

In the span of a single breath, the 9 Netherworlds Demon Lord felt his heart lurch, finally grasping the terrifying depths of Eldrin's power.

Without daring to delay any further, he sought to flee and save his own life. Unfortunately, Eldrin had anticipated this long ago. The Yin-Yang Void Mirror soared through the skies above, crisscrossing the void, and in a single encounter, it firmly trapped the 9 Nether Demon Venerable.

However, this 9 Serenities Demon Lord possessed extraordinary means, and actually summoned an ethereal immortal sword—tangible yet formless—that slashed out with a resounding force, seeking to tear through the void.

Shattered Void Formless Sword.

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

This Shattered Void Formless Sword was a top-grade Pure Yang spirit treasure, and also a spatial spirit treasure. It had once served as the ultimate treasure guarding the sacred ground of a sect in the Violet Realm.

Unfortunately, it later fell into the hands of the 9 Nether Demon Lord during another great war.

This sword could rend the void, bypassing the restraints of spatial spirit treasures, and possessed a certain ability to stabilize and seal space.

Back then, Eldrin had nowhere to retreat and was ultimately forced into the Demon-Subduing Furnace by the 9 Nether Demon Lord, largely due to the pivotal role this sword played.

It was precisely for this reason that Eldrin (Person Name) had long been prepared. In an instant, the Yin-Yang Void Mirror cast a beam of Yin-Yang Magnetic Light, locking the Ethereal Invisible Sword in the void.

Boom—

In that very instant, a cracked treasure vase descended from the depths of the void, suppressing all in its path—it was none other than the Great Cosmos Vase, humanity’s ultimate treasure.

The Great Cosmos Vessel was a supreme treasure of the human race. During the great calamity of the Demonic Abyss, it had been struck into the depths of the chaotic void and suffered unprecedented damage.

Yet now, it has unexpectedly revived and returned, bearing a battle intent and killing aura riddled with cracks, once again sealing off the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago. It is clear that even at the cost of its own disintegration, it is determined to contribute to this battle.

"Ah—"

Watching the Great Cosmos Vial return and seal off his escape route completely, the hatred in the 9 Netherfiend Sovereign’s heart surged to the heavens.

His eyes burned crimson as he glared at Eldrin, a savage killing intent twisting his features. "Eldrin, you insignificant whelp! How dare you block my path? Do you truly believe this old man fears you?"

"With the Demon-Slaying Crucible in my possession, not even a Demigod Ancestor could hope to slay me. Today, I shall stake my life in battle against you!"

As the 9 Netherfiend Sovereign’s voice fell, he activated the Demon-Subduing Furnace, pressing it down with overwhelming force. In a desperate bid to seize a sliver of escape, he sought to crush Eldrin beneath its might.

Eldrin (Person Name) strode forward with his hands clasped behind his back, robes white as snow billowing around him. Gazing upon the demon-subduing cauldron that blotted out the heavens, he merely pressed a single hand downward with detached composure.

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," he whispered, his voice raspy from disuse. "The ninth level of the Frozen Heart Art is complete." He opened his eyes, their depths flashing with a light colder than the surrounding snowscape. Raising his right hand, he watched as frost patterns spontaneously formed on his palm, the temperature dropping sharply around him. *Whoosh!* A streak of crimson light cut through the blizzard, landing gracefully before him. The newcomer wore fiery red robes that seemed to defy the winter's chill, her beautiful features sharp and commanding. "Junior Brother Lin," she said, her voice laced with a mix of concern and urgency. "The sect master has summoned you. The Demon Sect's army has breached our southern defenses. Over 10 1000 outer sect disciples have already fallen." Lin Feng rose slowly, the snow around him instantly evaporating into mist. "Senior Sister Luo," he acknowledged with a slight nod. "How many are coming?" "3 Elders from the Demon Sect, each at Nascent Soul stage," she replied, her brow furrowed. "They brought nearly a 1000 core disciples. The main force is less than 5 100 li from our headquarters." A cold smile touched Lin Feng's lips. "They've chosen the perfect time to attack, during our sect's weakest moment in decades." Reaching into his storage pouch, he retrieved 32,000 spirit stones and several recovery pills. "Take half of these," he said, handing her a jade bottle. "You'll need them." Senior Sister Luo's eyes widened slightly. "This is... the 9 Revolutions Golden Pill? But there are only 3 of these left in the entire sect!" "Consider it an advance payment," Lin Feng said, his gaze turning toward the distant southern mountains where dark energy was gathering. "The Demon Sect owes us a blood debt spanning thousands of years. Today, we will collect the interest." He drew the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss, its blade shimmering with alternating waves of heat and cold. The ancient weapon seemed to awaken from its long slumber, humming with barely contained power. "Let them come," Lin Feng murmured, his voice barely audible above the wind. "The frost has settled in my heart, and my sword thirsts for demon blood."