Chapter 911. Crocodile Ancestor

For Eldrin (Person Name) today, even a top-grade Pure Yang spiritual treasure could scarcely enhance his combat prowess any further.

However, once he refined the 5 Innate Pure Yang Spirit Treasures, his combat power was estimated to surge by approximately 30 percent.

Especially the Twin Li Swords, after advancing to become top-grade Pure Yang Spirit Treasures, when wielded in unison again, their unleashed power would already rival a full-force strike from a near-Immortal Artifact. For Eldrin (Person Name), this was equivalent to gaining another trump card.

Moreover, the Jade Lotus of Creation's defensive capabilities were greatly enhanced, and its capacity to store magical power increased by an additional 50 percent.

The Mirror of Yin, Yang, and Void (Magic Treasure) had reached the power to subdue all divine treasures across the realms. Even a superior-grade Pure Yang Immortal Sword would inevitably fall under its dominion.

The Earth-Sovereign Bell had now ascended in rank as well. Though its defensive capabilities could not compare to a near-immortal treasure, nor were they a match for Eldrin's (Person Name) supernatural power, the Primordial Chaos True Aura, it was nonetheless sufficient to become 1 of Eldrin's (Person Name) life-preserving methods.

Refining 5 such spiritual treasures was quite a complex process. Fortunately, Eldrin’s current cultivation was comparable to the Ninth Layer of the Nascent Soul stage, and with the assistance of a sixth-tier subterranean fire vein, the task did not consume an excessive amount of time.

In merely 1 cycle of 60 years, Eldrin had successfully elevated all 5 of those spiritual treasures.

After refining the spiritual treasure, Eldrin discovered that Chen Changxuan had been waiting outside his cave abode for quite some time.

Watching him emerge from seclusion, Chen Changxu stroked his long beard and said, "1 cycle of 60 years has now passed. Cultivators from all races of the Violet Realm have gathered at Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location), awaiting the day you commence the mountain-opening sermon."

"If you still don't emerge from seclusion, I'll have no choice but to disturb you."

Eldrin (Person Name) counted briefly on his fingers, then smiled faintly. "There are still over a month until the day of the Dao Discourse. There's no need to rush."

"The other day I sensed someone undergoing a heavenly tribulation. I wonder which clan member has broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm?"

There were 2 people in total.

Chen Changxuan stroked his long beard and smiled. "1 is your disciple, Lyra (Person Name) Gu Lanshan, and the other is the Carefree Verse Adept."

"Oh?"

Mentioning the 2, a faint ripple of astonishment crossed Eldrin's brow.

2 Nascent Souls emerged from the same sect, achieving their breakthroughs almost simultaneously. Master Qingci and Gu Lanshan could truly be considered legends of their time.

At this thought, he smiled faintly and said, "In a few years, I plan to journey beyond our borders. Within the next 3 100 years, it is likely that our clan will witness the emergence of several more Primordial Spirits."

"All matters concerning the breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage shall require your esteemed guidance, Ancestral Elder."

"Rest assured." Hearing him mention the family matters, Chen Changxuan replied with a beaming smile, "With me watching over the family, you have nothing to worry about."

"Then I can rest easy!"

Eldrin nodded slightly, which once again summoned Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng bowed respectfully upon seeing Eldrin (Person Name). "Your disciple pays respects to the Master," he said.

After giving Ye Qingfeng a careful once-over, Eldrin (Person Name) nodded slightly and said, "I summoned you today to entrust you with a matter."

"Please give your instructions, Master."

Eldrin nodded and began recounting, "Over 1 1000 years ago, I once promised Brother Dinghai that I would seize the lower reaches of the Eastern Barren Ancestral River for him to serve as his cultivation sanctuary."

"However, the previous Demonic Abyss Cataclysm caused delays, so I never took action. Now that over a 1000 years have passed, and that Crocodile Ancestor also contributed significantly during the calamity, it would be unbecoming for this master to make a trip there and bully the weaker."

At these words, Eldrin flicked his sleeve, and with a metallic ring, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss soared forth.

Yet the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) saw its resplendent violet radiance recede, transforming into an unadorned purple immortal sword with restrained sword aura as it landed in Ye Qingfeng’s grasp.

Then, a treasure mirror radiating Yin-Yang light unfurled and vanished into the void.

Only then did Eldrin speak, "You wield the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss and the Void Mirror. Do you consent to exchanging your cultivation grounds in the Eastern Sea Immortal Realm?"

"If he agrees, then go to the Southern Sea Cultivation Realm and slay the Serpent Emperor of the Abyssal Waters."

Ye Qingfeng’s heart quivered upon hearing this—the fate of a Nascent Soul Dao Lord had already been sealed by Eldrin.

Moreover, he had a vague premonition that this was merely the beginning. Throughout the hundreds of years of the Demonic Abyss Tribulation, numerous Primordial Spirit Ancestors from the demon and fiend races had chosen to stand by as idle spectators.

Now that Eldrin, an existence not quite a half-immortal yet surpassing 1, had emerged into the world, even if he did not personally take action to settle scores, he would likely have his disciples and followers deal with them 1 by 1.

The only reason Ye Qingfeng was allowed to take action this time was for the sake of the disciples under their sect.

For Eldrin, a Primordial Spirit, Early Stage existence like the Abyssal Water Serpent Emperor was no longer worthy of his personal intervention.

At this thought, Ye Qingfeng solemnly embraced the immortal sword and immediately prostrated himself, declaring, "Master, rest assured. This disciple shall not fail in this mission."

In the Eastern Wastelands (Location), there surged a heaven-scraping river.

It stretched across the heavens and earth like a true dragon, traversing the entire Eastern Wastelands (Location) from west to east.

Having existed for countless millennia, with its intricate network of tributaries spanning like veins, this river system had converged nearly all aqueous primordial energy of the Eastern Wastelands, thus earning the venerable title of Ancestral River of the Eastern Wastelands.

At the estuary where the Eastern Barren Ancestral River meets the sea, torrential water elemental forces converged to form the Eastern Barren Delta.

At the heart of this delta, an immense island split the ancestral river, intercepting over half of its boundless water elemental energy and preventing it from flowing into the sea.

This was a supreme water vein cultivation site, and for those dedicated to practicing water element magic power, it was 1 of the most coveted and peerless treasured lands.

Yet this treasured land was ruled by a truly terrifying master—the Crocodile Ancestor, a supreme being among demonic creatures who had attained the Dao for nearly 10 1000 years.

But on this day, the Crocodile Ancestor suddenly felt an overwhelmingly terrifying aura descend, his heart trembling with inexplicable dread.

With an expression of utmost gravity, he gazed at the horizon and couldn't help but utter solemnly, "Who might you be, esteemed 1? Why not reveal yourself promptly?"

In the Eastern Wastelands (Location), there surged a mighty river.

It stretched across the heavens and earth like a true dragon, traversing the entire Eastern Wastelands (Location) from west to east.

Having existed since time immemorial with countless intricate tributaries, this river system converged nearly all aqueous primordial energy of the Eastern Wastelands, thus earning the epithet Ancestral River of the Eastern Wastelands.

At the estuary where the Eastern Barren Ancestral River meets the sea, colossal water elemental forces converged, forming the Eastern Barren Delta.

At the heart of this delta, an immense island split the ancestral river, intercepting over half of its boundless water elemental energy before it could merge with the sea.

This was a supreme water vein cultivation site, and for those dedicated to cultivating water elemental magic power, it was 1 of the most coveted and unparalleled treasured lands.

Yet this treasured land was ruled by an utterly terrifying master—the Crocodile Ancestor, a pinnacle existence among demonic beings who had attained the Dao for nearly 10 1000 years.

But on this day, the Crocodile Ancestor suddenly sensed an overwhelmingly terrifying aura, feeling his heart race with inexplicable dread.

His expression was extremely grave as he gazed at the horizon, and he couldn't help but utter with profound solemnity, "Who might you be, sir? Why not reveal yourself promptly?"

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. Lin Feng tightened his worn robe, his breath misting in the chill air. Before him stood the dilapidated scripture pavilion, its wooden sign creaking ominously in the wind. "1 100 years had passed," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "1 100 years since I, Lin Feng, last stepped foot in this place." His gaze fell upon the jade slip in his palm, its surface etched with intricate patterns that glowed with a faint, ethereal light. This was the legacy left by his master - the complete cultivation method of the Heavenly Star Art. "Master said this technique contains 9 layers of profound mysteries," Lin Feng recalled the old man's final words. "But few have ever reached beyond the seventh layer." Suddenly, a system interface materialized before his eyes: [Heavenly Star Art - First Layer] [Progress: 0.1%] [Required for breakthrough: 10,000 spirit stones, 3 Meridian Cleansing Pills] Lin Feng's lips curled into a bitter smile. "10 1000 spirit stones... that might as well be 10 million for an outer disciple like me." His thoughts were interrupted by approaching footsteps. "Well, if it isn't the great 'talent' Lin Feng," a mocking voice rang out. Zhang Hu, clad in fine silk robes embroidered with golden threads, emerged from the mist followed by 2 lackeys. "Still wasting your time with these useless techniques?" Lin Feng's grip tightened around the jade slip. "What I choose to cultivate is none of your concern, Zhang Hu." Zhang Hu's eyes narrowed. "You dare speak to me like that? Remember your place, trash." He gestured toward the jade slip. "That thing isn't worth a single low-grade spirit stone. Why don't you hand it over and save yourself the embarrassment?" The air grew tense as spiritual energy began gathering around Zhang Hu's palm. Lin Feng could feel the pressure - Zhang Hu had recently broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm, while he remained at the ninth level of Qi Condensation. Just as conflict seemed inevitable, an ancient voice echoed from within the scripture pavilion. "The scripture pavilion is a place of quiet contemplation. Take your disputes elsewhere." Both young men immediately bowed toward the pavilion. "Yes, Elder," they said in unison. Zhang Hu shot Lin Feng 1 last contemptuous look before turning away. "This isn't over," he whispered threateningly. After Zhang Hu departed, Lin Feng let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He looked down at the jade slip, its glow seeming brighter now. "Perhaps... just perhaps, this is my chance." He recalled the legends of cultivators who had defied the heavens, those who had turned their fates around against all odds. With renewed determination, he clutched the jade slip to his chest and began the long descent down the mountain path, the moonlight casting his shadow upon the ancient stones. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolled, its sound carrying through the night like a promise of things to come.