Chapter 914 Return to the Void and Expound the Dao

"Heavenly Immortal..."

Hearing this, Jiang Taibai could not help but reveal a look of yearning.

Though he prided himself as a rare, peerless genius within the Violet Realm, his ultimate aspiration reached no further than the realm of Ascending Immortality.

Even this final step of Ascending to Immortality was as difficult as scaling the heavens for him, with hopes that could be described as vanishingly slim—let alone reaching the legendary realms of Earth Immortals or even Celestial Immortals.

It must be understood that an Earth Immortal who opens up a world is a supreme existence on the level of the Heaven-Opening Ancestor, 1 who can establish a school and found a lineage even among the ranks of Immortals.

Celestial Immortals represent the pinnacle among immortals, existing as supreme beings of grandmaster-level puissance even within the Immortal Realm. Among the countless cultivators who have ascended throughout the annals of the Violet Realm, none but Violet Immortal Lord have ever attained this transcendent state.

At this thought, Jiang Taibai took a deep breath and said, "If the Patriarch of the Returning Abyss can truly break through to the Celestial Immortal realm, perhaps the Violet Realm will no longer have to fear the covetous eyes of others."

"By then, the Dao Markers of the Violet Realm may be re-anchored, allowing our sect ancestors and celestial venerables to rediscover the Violet Realm, thereby leaving a legacy of blessings for future generations."

Xuan Qingyi couldn't help but nod in agreement. The path to immortality was incomparably arduous—a journey that defied the heavens from its very inception.

For a cultivator to rely on their own power to cross this threshold is as difficult as scaling the heavens. Only a rare few with transcendent talent can break through by their own strength.

However, if an immortal master were willing to spare no expense in nurturing a disciple, and the disciple proved reasonably capable, the likelihood of achieving immortality would be greatly enhanced.

Lost in these thoughts, Xuan Qingyi (Person Name) shook his head once more and said, "Attaining the rank of Celestial Immortal is no simple feat. This path is by no means guaranteed to be smooth sailing."

"Setting aside the path beyond immortality, the tribulations of the Violet Realm alone presented a rugged road for the Patriarch of the Returning Abyss."

"Yes."

Jiang Taibai also let out a sigh before nodding solemnly. "To prevent the leak of information, that extraterrestrial demon god used a supreme demonic treasure to completely seal off the Violet Realm. This act could be described as severing heaven from earth—cutting off the path of ascension for all immortal cultivators in the Violet Realm."

Even if Senior Guixu were to achieve ascension and become an immortal in this realm, he would still be unable to summon the Ascension Radiance to rise to the immortal world. Only by slaying that Outer Realm Demon God and shattering the blockade of the demonic supreme treasure could he complete his ascension.

A true dragon formed from the purest essence of the Eldrin Wood Azure Dragon, exchanging quiet words with a peerless sword prodigy from the Central Plains. Their brief exchange carried such weight that the Daoist of Demonic Subjugation listening nearby grew solemn.

These secrets were known only to a few Primordial Spirit Dao Lords within the Violet Realm and the inheritors of the most supreme Dao Lord Holy Lands.

He merely inherited the legacy of a True Monarch, his knowledge and experience far inferior to the disciples of such supreme Daoist sanctuaries.

Upon first hearing these secrets, his expression grew increasingly grave.

Concerning the extraterrestrial demons, beneath such a calamity of cataclysmic proportions, even Primordial Spirit Dao Lords were but mere pawns on the board.

Even if the Dao Lord of Returning Abyss were to ascend and become immortal, he could not recline aloof in the 9 Heavens Above and remain indifferent. He must still await the moment to enter the fray, confront death in battle, and transcend his tribulation before soaring to the higher realms.

"The path of immortality is arduous, as difficult as ascending to the heavens!"

The Daoist of Demon Subduing murmured softly, yet he could not help but worry for the Dao Lord of the Returning Abyss.

At that very moment, a soft chant echoed through the void, compelling Daemon-Subduing Taoist to lift his gaze.

Atop the Clearspring Mountain’s summit, a verdant lotus had taken root and blossomed above the Dao Field, swiftly transforming before their very eyes into a resplendent lotus throne.

Then, motes of immortal light gathered, coalescing into a white-robed man who appeared atop the lotus platform.

The newcomer was robed in snow-white garments, his countenance divine as a deity's. His posture was erect and slender, his eyes deep as abysses yet bright as stars. All around him, ethereal mist coiled in shimmering tendrils.

In that instant, Daoist Dangmo felt as if the person before him were an immortal. Merely seated in meditation, he exuded an extraordinary aura that transcended the mundane world.

"This junior pays respects to the Ancestral Elder."

After a moment of deafening silence, all the True Monarchs present immediately dropped to their knees, each speaking with utmost reverence.

The Void Abyss Ancestor serenely accepted their salute. Only after the assembly had completed their reverent gestures did Eldrin extend a hand in a symbolic gesture of assistance and say, "Rise, all of you."

"Many thanks, Ancestral Elder."

Seeing everyone rise to their feet, their faces alight with exhilaration, Eldrin gave a satisfied nod.

Among those who came to listen to the Dao this time, there were over 3,000 Nascent Soul True Monarchs alone, while the remaining Golden Core and Purple Mansion cultivators were nearly countless.

Among these 3,000 True Monarchs, over a 100 had reached the Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm). Of these, the foremost row of a dozen or so individuals were each and every 1 a Nascent Soul Seed.

Among these individuals, Jiang Taibai, Xuan Qingyi, Kunpengzi, the Daoist Vanquisher of Demons, and Soren the Heart-Seer (Person Name) stood out as the most exceptional.

If others still had some possibility of breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, Eldrin believed these 5 individuals were highly likely to cultivate to the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage, and might even attain realms beyond the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul.

Among these individuals, Jiang Taibai had grasped the Taibai Sword Intent before even forming his Yuanshen. His talent could rival even that of the Canglang Sword Immortal, making him a prodigy in the sword path who could truly be said to be chasing after Lin Tianqi's footsteps.

Xuan Qingyi was a disciple of the Mysterious Tortoise Patriarch, while Kunpengzi was the direct descendant of the Kunpeng Demon Sage. Both were exceptionally rare Mythical Immortal Seeds in the world, with immense potential to cultivate beyond the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) in the future.

The Demon Subduing Daoist was once saved by Eldrin (Person Name) by chance. Though his innate talent was ordinary, he unexpectedly fell into demonic ways before achieving profound enlightenment and breaking free—such a circumstance was exceedingly rare in the world.

The Ancient Daoist Longgu, a demonic path patriarch of the Violet Realm, had once trodden this very path. Yet, alas, he never achieved complete enlightenment, remaining perpetually stuck at the sixth layer of the Nascent Soul stage, unable to advance further. This ultimately led to his demise amidst the heavenly tribulation.

Regardless, since Daoist Dangmo has comprehended this path, his future prospects are likely to be limitless.

Compared to the others, Soren the Heart-Seer (Person Name) possessed only a Golden Core-level aptitude in his youth, far less remarkable than his peers. When he broke through to the Nascent Soul realm, he merely forged an Earth-Grade Nascent Soul.

However, after this individual had comprehended the state of the Dustless Dao Heart, his Dao Heart had become nearly flawless, making it difficult for external matters to disturb his state of mind and greatly reducing the likelihood of failing to break through realms.

Although he may appear to have a slightly inferior foundation, once he breaks through to the Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm), most of his foundational flaws will be remedied. His future achievements will likely reach at least the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm).

"5 Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) seeds - my Violet Realm shall indeed have worthy successors."

In the blink of an eye, a thought flashed through Eldrin’s mind, and a trace of satisfaction crept across his face.

His gaze withdrew, and then he spoke: "I am Guixu, having cultivated the Dao for over 2 1000 5 100 years. Today, I expound the Dao here at Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location), yet there are some matters that must be clarified beforehand."

"This Sovereign's discourse aims to illuminate the path for all living beings of the Violet Realm and strengthen the cultivators of every race, so we may jointly withstand the great calamity of the Demonic Abyss."

"Young friends, each of you stands as an exceptional talent of our Violet Realm. By attending today's sermon, every 1 of you may gain newfound enlightenment."

"But..."

Eldrin paused at this point, his expression turning stern as he declared, "However, should any of you leverage the insights gained today to commit atrocities such as blood sacrifices of living beings—acts that would incur the wrath of Heaven and the resentment of mortals—"

"Then even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I shall not show mercy."

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled across the snowy plains, whipping fine ice crystals into a shimmering haze. A lone figure trudged through the knee-deep snow, his worn robes flapping like tattered banners. This was Lin Yan, once the proud young master of the Lin Clan, now reduced to a mere Qi Refinement Stage cultivator banished to the Northern Glacial Expanse. 3 months had passed since his exile—90-2 days of relentless cold and solitude. His spiritual veins, damaged during the clan upheaval, throbbed with a dull ache that never quite faded. Yet within his eyes burned a fire that even the harshest blizzard could not extinguish. "Just a dozen or so miles more," he murmured to himself, his breath forming clouds of mist that froze instantly. The map he'd bartered his last spirit stone for indicated an ancient ruin ahead—a place where forgotten opportunities might still linger. Suddenly, the amulet at his chest—a family heirloom he'd managed to conceal—emitted a faint warmth. Lin Yan froze, his senses sharpening. Through the swirling snow, he glimpsed a faint azure glow emanating from an ice ridge ahead. Approaching cautiously, he discovered a hidden crevice barely wide enough for a person to slip through. The glow intensified as he drew nearer, pulsing in rhythm with the faint spiritual energy he could still muster. "Could this be..." His heart quickened its pace. Squeezing through the narrow opening, Lin Yan found himself in a cavern of breathtaking beauty. Ice crystals adorned the walls like countless diamonds, reflecting the soft blue light that seemed to emanate from the very air. At the chamber's center stood a stone pedestal, upon which rested a single, ancient jade slip. As his fingers brushed against the smooth surface, knowledge flooded his mind—the complete cultivation method of the Primordial Chaos Art, a technique lost for millennia. Along with this treasure came the memories of its last practitioner, an ancient cultivator who had defied the heavens themselves. Lin Yan's hands trembled, not from cold but from overwhelming emotion. This was no mere chance encounter; it was destiny. "The heavens may have abandoned me," he whispered, his voice steady despite the tears freezing on his cheeks, "but I shall carve my own path." Outside, the wind screamed its protest, but within the cavern, a new resolve took root—1 that would eventually shake the very foundations of the cultivation world.