Chapter 913 The Rising Stars of Ziyin Realm

In that great battle of old, the master of the Taixuan Hall fought with his life on the line. Though he succeeded in slaying a mighty demonic cultivator at the peak of the ninth layer of the Primordial Spirit realm, he ultimately fell in the throes of his heavenly tribulation.

In recent years, the decline of the Mysterious Profound Hall had brought immense anguish to Jiang Taibai's heart.

"Sigh…"

Shaking his head at the sight, Xuan Qingyi turned his gaze toward the depths of the Eastern Sea cultivation realm, a trace of concern flickering in his eyes.

Just as the 2 were lost in their swirling thoughts, Lu Wenyuan (Person Name) walked up to the man in the black robe and helped him to his feet in 1 swift motion.

Before the man could speak, Lu Wenyuan sighed and said, "The Master instructed me to tell you that the reason he took the Daoist title 'Demon Queller' is to entrust you with the legacy of the ancient Demon-Quelling Dao Lord. You must devote your life to eradicating demonic cultivators as your sacred duty."

"If 1 cannot accomplish this, I fear a lifetime would not suffice to repay the graces of the past."

The man gave a slight tremble before rising to his feet and cupping his hands in salute. "Please convey my gratitude to the elder for his guidance."

"There's no need for this."

Lu Wenyuan shook his head, then said with a smile, "Come with me."

Taking the 3 companions with him, Lu Wenyuan (Person Name) journeyed all the way toward Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location). After traversing through layers upon layers of mountain peaks, the group arrived before a training ground.

Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location) was but a minor peak, far less imposing than the majestic dao fields of the various Dao Monarchs' sacred grounds.

Eldrin's sermon this time was remarkably unadorned, merely arranging several 1000 seats atop Verdant Chariot Mountain for all the Dao Lords to settle in orderly rows.

And now, upon these several 1000 seats, there sat nearly full the venerable Nascent Soul True Lords, while the Golden Core and Purple Mansion juniors who had come to listen were beyond count, left with no choice but to settle among the mountain ranges, quietly awaiting the day the sermon would begin.

Lu Wenyuan guided the 3 to their seats, where Jiang Taibai found himself positioned in the foremost row of the assembly. Seated alongside him with equal prominence were a dozen or so other Nascent Soul True Lords.

Lu Wenyuan, seeing this, began to make introductions for everyone.

After hearing this, Jiang Taibai could not help but rein in the arrogance in his heart.

Among the many True Monarchs present, there were truly countless individuals with extraordinary talents. Though he had cultivated the Great White Sword Intent and was hailed as the foremost sword prodigy in the Central Ancestral Domain, he still found it difficult to overshadow the others.

To say nothing of the others, Eldrin (Person Name) alone was a direct disciple under the venerable Patriarch of the Black Tortoise.

Its origins and background are extraordinarily terrifying, even bearing some connection to that Eldrin Wood Dragon.

It was originally formed from a wisp of the purest primordial energy of the ancient Yimu Qinglong. Because it contained benevolent intentions that hindered the cultivation of the Donghai Qinglong, the latter was slain within its dao field and transformed into a genuine dragon egg.

It was not until the fall of the East Sea Azure Dragon that the Black Tortoise Patriarch seized its former cultivation sanctuary, ultimately nurturing the true dragon egg to fruition—thus did Xuan Qingyi emerge as a fledgling true dragon.

The Daoist of Demonic Subjugation first succumbed to qi deviation, then experienced profound enlightenment to break free from the demonic tribulation. This marks the true seed of ascension to immortality.

I’ll change it right away. In the battle of old, the master of the Tai Xuan Palace fought with his life on the line. Though he succeeded in slaying a ninth-level Nascent Soul mighty figure of the demon race, he ultimately fell in the throes of his heavenly tribulation.

In recent years, the decline of the Great Mystery Hall had brought immense anguish to Jiang Taibai's heart.

"Sigh…"

Shaking his head at the sight, Xuan Qingyi gazed toward the depths of the Eastern Sea cultivation realm, a trace of concern flickering deep within his eyes.

Just as the 2 were lost in their swirling thoughts, Lu Wenyuan (Person Name) strode over to the black-robed man and hauled him to his feet in 1 swift motion.

Before the man could speak, Lu Wenyuan sighed and said, "The Master instructed me to tell you that he took the Daoist title 'Demon Subduer' so that you may inherit the legacy of the former Demon Subduing Dao Lord. You must devote your entire life to eradicating demonic cultivators as your ultimate purpose."

"If 1 cannot accomplish this, I fear a lifetime would not suffice to repay the debts of the past."

The man trembled slightly before rising to his feet and cupping his hands in salute. "Please convey my gratitude to the elder for his guidance."

"There's no need for this."

Lu Wenyuan shook his head, then said with a smile, "Come with me."

Taking the 3 with him, Lu Wenyuan (Person Name) made his way toward Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location). After traversing layer upon layer of towering peaks, the group arrived before a training ground.

Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location) was but a minor peak, far less imposing than the majestic dao fields of the various Dao Monarchs' sacred grounds.

Eldrin's sermon this time was remarkably unadorned, merely arranging several 1000 seats atop Verdant Chariot Mountain for all attending Dao Lords to be seated in due order.

And now, upon the thousands of seats, nearly every 1 was occupied by Nascent Soul True Lords, while Golden Core and Purple Mansion cultivators who had come to listen were truly countless, forced to settle among the mountain peaks as they quietly awaited the day the Dao discourse would begin.

Lu Wenyuan guided the 3 to their seats, where Jiang Taibai found himself positioned in the foremost row of attendees. Seated alongside him with equal prominence were a dozen or so other Nascent Soul True Lords.

Seeing this, Lu Wenyuan began introducing everyone to each other.

Upon hearing this, the arrogance in Jiang Taibai's heart instantly vanished.

Among the many True Monarchs present, there were truly countless individuals with extraordinary talents. Although he had cultivated the Great White Sword Intent and was hailed as the number 1 sword prodigy in the Central Ancestral Domain, he still found it difficult to suppress the crowd.

To say nothing of others, that Xuan Qingyi alone was a direct disciple under Patriarch Xuanwu.

Its origins and background are extraordinarily terrifying, even bearing some connection to that Eldrin (Person Name).

It was originally formed from a wisp of the purest primordial energy of the ancient Eldrin Wood Dragon. Because it contained benevolent intentions that hindered the cultivation of the East Sea Dragon, the East Sea Dragon was slain within its dao sanctuary and transformed into a genuine dragon egg.

After the Azure Dragon of the Eastern Sea fell, the Black Tortoise Patriarch seized its celestial abode. Only then did the primordial dragon egg gestate, ultimately transforming into Xuan Qingyi—this fledgling true dragon.

The Daoist of Demonic Subjugation first succumbed to qi deviation, then experienced profound enlightenment to break free from the demonic tribulation—this marks the true seed of ascension to immortality.

Among the many True Monarchs present, there were truly countless individuals with extraordinary talents. Although he had cultivated the Great White Sword Intent and was hailed as the foremost sword prodigy in the Central Ancestral Domain, he still found it difficult to suppress the crowd.

To say nothing of the others, Xuan Qingyi (Person Name) alone was a direct disciple under the tutelage of Patriarch Xuanwu (Person Name).

Its origins and background are extraordinarily terrifying, even bearing some connection to that Eldrin Wood Dragon (Mythical Beast).

It was originally formed from a wisp of the purest primordial energy of the former Yimu Qinglong. Because it contained benevolent thoughts that hindered the cultivation of the Donghai Qinglong, the Donghai Qinglong was slain within its dao field and transformed into a genuine dragon egg.

After the Azure Dragon of the Eastern Sea fell, the Black Tortoise Patriarch seized its celestial abode. Only then did the primordial dragon egg gestate fully, transforming into Xuan Qingyi—this fledgling true dragon.

The Daoist of Demonic Subjugation first succumbed to inner demons, then experienced profound enlightenment to break through the demonic tribulation—a true seed of immortal ascension.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled through the mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of blood and decay. Li Ming, his robes torn and stained crimson, stumbled over the jagged rocks, each step sending a fresh wave of agony through his battered body. Behind him, the triumphant roars of the Demonic Cultivators echoed, growing ever closer. "Just a little further," he gasped, his breath misting in the frigid air. His spiritual power was nearly depleted, a mere flicker within his dantian. Desperation clawed at his heart. He had ventured into these desolate mountains seeking a legendary heritage, but instead, he had found only a deadly ambush. His hand brushed against a small, unadorned jade slip tucked inside his robe—the only thing he had managed to snatch from the ancient ruins before the ambush. It felt cold and inert. A final, bitter laugh escaped his lips. Was this to be his end? After a dozen or so years of arduous cultivation, to fall here, nameless and forgotten? Suddenly, his foot caught on a root, and he tumbled forward, rolling down a steep, hidden incline. Darkness swallowed him. *** Consciousness returned slowly. Li Ming groaned, pushing himself up from a bed of surprisingly soft moss. He was in a secluded valley, hidden from the world above. The air here was thick with spiritual energy, so rich it felt like breathing liquid light. Lush, spirit-rich plants grew in abundance, and a gentle, warm breeze carried the faint, melodious chime of a distant waterfall. This was no ordinary place. His eyes widened as they fell upon a simple stone tablet, half-covered by vines. Inscribed upon it were ancient, flowing characters that seemed to pulse with a faint, golden light. "Heavenly Dao Scripture," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and disbelief. This was the legendary cultivation method, lost for thousands of years, said to lead its practitioner to the pinnacle of the Dao. Countless experts had scoured the world for it, and here it lay, forgotten in this hidden paradise. Trembling, he reached out. The moment his fingers touched the cold stone, the characters detached from the tablet, transforming into streams of golden light that surged directly into his brow, searing the profound knowledge directly into his soul. A wave of information, vast and incomprehensible, flooded his mind. It spoke of condensing the Primordial Chaos, of refining the body into a universe, of transcending the very heavens themselves. It was both terrifying and sublime. For 1 100 years, Li Ming remained in the valley, secluded from the world. He practiced the Heavenly Dao Scripture, absorbing the dense spiritual energy of this blessed land. Each day, his power grew exponentially. The initial, arduous stages of Qi Refining were traversed in a mere 10 years. The Foundation Establishment stage, a bottleneck that stalled countless cultivators for decades, fell before him in another 20. He faced his first Heavenly Tribulation beneath the gathering storm clouds. Bolts of purple lightning, each capable of vaporizing a mountain peak, descended upon him. Yet, he stood firm, his body tempered by the Primordial Chaos, his spirit unyielding. He absorbed the tribulation lightning, using it to further refine his meridians. When the clouds parted, his eyes shone with a sharp light that seemed to pierce through reality itself. He had formed a flawless Golden Core, a level of perfection thought to be mythical. Another 70 years passed. The youth who had stumbled into the valley was gone, replaced by a man whose aura was deep and immeasurable, like a still ocean hiding untold power. His cultivation had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage. It was time to leave. He stood before the stone tablet once more, now just an ordinary piece of rock. He bowed deeply, a gesture of respect to the anonymous senior who had left this inheritance. "1 100 years have passed," Li Ming murmured, his voice calm and resonant. "The world outside must have changed." With a single, effortless step, he vanished from the valley, reappearing high above the mountain range. The winds that had once battered him now parted obediently around his form. He looked down at the world below, his gaze sweeping across the familiar yet distant landscapes. A cold smile touched his lips. "The debts of the past remain. It is time to collect." His spiritual sense, vast as a great ocean, swept outwards, instantly locking onto several familiar, yet now insignificantly weak, auras in a city far to the east. The Demonic Cultivators who had hunted him. He didn't need a flying sword. The air itself bent to his will, carrying him forward in a blur of speed that dwarfed the fastest magical treasures. He was a streak of light, cutting across the sky, a returned king ready to reclaim his due.