Chapter 918 Past Events of Ziyin Realm

Eldrin had not cultivated the Manjushri Sutra, yet he had devoted years to its profound contemplation.

As he chanted these scriptures at this very moment, brilliant Buddha light blossomed across the heavens, while a wave of serene tranquility washed over the world.

That living thunder calamity bore the brunt first, gradually quieting down without notice, the tyrannical killing intent in its pupils fading away into nothingness.

No 1 knew how much time had passed when waves of overwhelming dark energy erupted from the Thunder Tribulation creature.

A trace of clarity returned to his pupils.

"Little friend, what year is it in the present era?"

But as the lightning gradually receded, the tribulation-born entity transformed into a man clad in a violet robe woven of thunderbolts.

"Are you a senior from the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain?"

As a wisp of consciousness stirred within the tribulation thunder, Eldrin immediately spoke up, yet he couldn't help but sigh inwardly moments later: "It has been nearly 70 1000 years since the destruction of the 10 1000 Tribulations Thunder Mountain."

70 1000 years had passed...

The man’s heart trembled, and he instinctively scanned his surroundings. When his eyes fell upon the vast, desolate ruins of the 10 1000 Tribulations Thunder Mountain, an expression of profound agony instantly twisted his features.

Kneeling on the ground in agony, his face etched with bitter remorse, he choked out, "We have failed."

"Alas!"

Eldrin let out a soft sigh, waiting until the aura of the thunder tribulation creature gradually subsided before helping it up and saying, "Senior, could you tell me what happened back then?"

"Of what transpired back then."

The living thunder tribulation paused, a pained expression crossing its face as if it had fallen into unpleasant memories.

Long after, he finally regained his composure and settled into a meditative posture before Eldrin. Only then did he begin recounting the tale, his voice steady and measured: "During the great battle at the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain..."

As the tribulation thunder spirit recounted the tale, Eldrin gradually came to understand the karmic ties of bygone days.

As the first immortal lineage of the Violet Realm to be annihilated, the calamity that befell 10 1000 Thunder Mountain was remarkably abrupt.

That extraterrestrial demon god suddenly launched an assault, seizing the moment when the Purple Realm's foundations were wounded by its exile into the void.

He forcibly tore open the rift in the fabric of heaven and earth,

The command summoned endless heavenly demons to assault.

As the supreme overlord of the Eastern Sea cultivation world, the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Mountain,

They stood at the forefront, the first line of defense in this battle.

At that time, the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Mountain was at the peak of its power, even possessing a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) who stood just 1 step away from ascension.

With such formidable power,

Their refusal to retreat even in the face of death inflicted devastating losses upon the demon horde.

In that great battle,

Not only had the Outer Realm Demons suffered devastating losses,

Even 2 Demi-Immortal-level existences of the Demon Race were slain.

Such a formidable Mountain of 10 1000 Calamities,

At long last, they had drawn the attention of the Outer Realm Demonic Gods.

Enraged, the foreign deity immediately took action personally, forcibly breaking into the Violet Realm.

At that time, the Violet Realm had only been exiled for a few 1000 years. Though the Great Divine Power of Void Exile had spared the Violet Realm from the prying eyes of various supreme experts,

Yet, this plunged the Violet Realm into its most vulnerable state, even the Will of Heaven and Earth fell into a deep slumber.

Seizing this golden opportunity, the Outer Realm Demon God paid a tremendous price to forcibly breach the Violet Realm's defenses, completely obliterating the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Mountain.

Fortunately, during that era, all the major Daoist Holy Lands of the Violet Realm were at their peak. Many immortal lineages possessed contingencies left behind by celestial beings, with the most powerful even employing 'Supreme Immortal Artifacts' to anchor their destinies. For a time, over 30 immortal traditions across the Violet Realm joined forces, unleashing several immortal treasures and various hidden means in a concerted assault that severely wounded the extraterrestrial demon god, forcing its retreat.

Yet without the aid of the World's Will, a group of mortals who had yet to attain immortality striking down the 9 Heavens Devil Gods would inevitably demand a bloody price.

The cost of this battle left the Violet Realm utterly devastated.

Of the 30-some immortal lineages that existed in those days, 17 had their foundational reserves utterly depleted, bringing them to the brink of annihilation.

The remaining dozen or so Dao Lord Sacred Lands were barely holding on, yet the contingency measures left by the immortals had been nearly depleted.

The 6 supreme immortal artifacts left behind by the predecessors of the Violet Realm—3 were destroyed in that great war to severely wound the Outer Realm Demonic Gods, 1 tore through the void and vanished, while the remaining 2 were suppressed by the Outer Realm Demonic Gods at a tremendous cost.

It could be said that in just that single battle of yesteryear, the foundation built over millions of years in the Violet Realm was diminished by 90 percent overnight.

"Have the legacies and contingency plans left behind by over a 100 senior immortals when they departed already been depleted by more than half in this single battle?"

Eldrin murmured to himself, then couldn't help but sigh aloud.

The contingency left by the immortals was, after all, merely a contingency. It was fundamentally impossible for it to hold back a demon god of equal cultivation realm—let alone 1 whose power far surpassed their own at the time of ascension.

Because after immortals undergo their heavenly tribulation and ascend, they can only remain in the Violet Realm for a mere 1,000 years.

For an immortal blessed with eternal life, a mere 1000 years passes in the blink of an eye.

Even with a celestial's talent that startles the heavens, the lingering effects left behind in such a brief time are ultimately limited.

Only a magnificent power like the Tianya Haige could achieve such a feat. After several of their predecessors successfully ascended to immortality, these very immortals paid a tremendous price to descend to the mortal realm. There, they infused the Eastern Yi Wood Earth Vein with their power, transforming it into a hidden contingency. This grand design stands as 1 of the pivotal stratagems in the struggle against the Outer Realm Demons.

Perhaps many immortal seniors of the Violet Realm had prepared contingency plans, but by now, most had become obsolete.

Now that the Violet Realm has been cast into the void, those immortals cultivate in the celestial realms far within the endless chaos, making it difficult to anchor the Violet Realm's location. Even with supreme means at their disposal, they would likely find it beyond their reach.

In bygone days, the sudden fall of the Violet Immortal Lord caught even the Celestial Immortals and the mighty Da Luo Immortal Lords off guard, as he banished the Violet Realm just before his demise.

The immortal seniors of the Violet Realm naturally failed to react in time, and by the time they realized what had happened, there was likely nothing they could do to salvage the situation.

Eldrin murmured softly, then after a long while shook his head and revealed a bitter smile.

At its zenith, the Violet Realm enjoyed the protection of a Great Luo Immortal Lord, to the extent that even Great Luo Golden Immortals were reluctant to provoke it. Yet now, having fallen into ruin overnight, it was driven to the brink of annihilation by a single Outer Realm Demon God—such is the unpredictability of fate.

With a soft sigh in his heart, Eldrin turned his gaze back to the Thunder Calamity creature and said, "I observe that you, Senior, appear to be a remnant soul manifestation of the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain. Might I inquire about the circumstances behind this?"

"My origins..."

The Spirit of the Heavenly Tribulation sighed softly, glistening tears falling once more as it spoke, "This Mountain of 10 1000 Tribulations is my mother, and the various Dao Lords of the Thunder Tribulation Palace are my father."

As he recounted the tale in a measured tone, Eldrin gradually came to understand the origins of the tribulation-born spirit.

When the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Mountain (Sacred Ground) fell, though the various Primordial Spirit Elders (Cultivator Rank) perished in battle, their hearts refused to accept such utter defeat.

Thus, the Thunderclap Peak Master, who had nearly attained immortality, used the supreme treasure of 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain, the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Pearl (Magic Treasure), as a catalyst to fuse the lingering souls of several dozen primordial spirits into the ancestral ley line of 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain.

The Thunderclap Hall Master’s intention was to nourish the ancestral vein of the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain with the pure yang soul power of several dozen Primordial Spirit Dao Lords.

If this endeavor succeeded, the souls of their dozen or so Dao Lords could merge with the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain, giving birth to the legendary 10 1000 Calamities Thunder God.

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 wandering exile. "3 years..." he murmured, his breath forming pale clouds in the frigid air. "3 years since my spiritual roots were severed." He remembered that day with painful clarity—the ambush in the Whispering Bamboo Forest, the sneering face of his cousin Lin Feng, and the cruel blade that had cut through his dantian, destroying his cultivation base in an instant. The Lin Clan had discarded him like garbage, shipping him off to this remote northern wasteland to manage a desolate spirit herb farm. A bitter smile touched his lips. Manage? More like wait for death. Without his spiritual roots, he couldn't even channel the faintest wisp of spiritual energy. The so-called farm was nothing but a patch of frozen ground where even the hardiest spirit herbs struggled to survive. Suddenly, a brilliant streak of light tore across the twilight sky—a meteor, burning with otherworldly radiance. It crashed into the distant mountains with earth-shaking force, sending tremors through the very ground beneath his feet. Lin Yan's heart leaped. Heavenly phenomena often heralded treasures or opportunities! Ignoring his exhaustion, he pushed through the blizzard toward the impact site. What he found took his breath away. A crater, half a li wide, steamed in the mountain valley. At its center lay a peculiar object—a black cube covered in intricate silver patterns that seemed to pulse with faint light. Cautiously approaching, Lin Yan reached out to touch the mysterious artifact. The moment his fingers made contact, the cube dissolved into shimmering particles that flowed into his body. A searing heat erupted in his dantian, followed by waves of excruciating pain. He screamed as foreign memories flooded his mind—fragments of knowledge about cultivation techniques, alchemy formulas, and artifact forging that didn't belong to him. When the agony finally subsided, he discovered to his astonishment that his severed spiritual roots had regenerated, now glowing with a strange silver light. More miraculously, his cultivation had not only been restored but had broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm! A system interface materialized before his eyes: [Host: Lin Yan] [Cultivation: Foundation Establishment (Early Stage)] [Cultivation Method: None] [Techniques: None] [Special Abilities: None] Trembling with excitement, Lin Yan noticed another change. The system interface displayed a peculiar countdown: [89 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes until the Great Calamity arrives]. Great Calamity? What did it mean? Before he could ponder further, rough shouts echoed from the valley entrance. "Well, well, if it isn't the Lin Clan's discarded trash," a mocking voice called out. Lin Yan turned to see 3 cultivators approaching—members of the Snow Wolf Gang that plagued this territory. Their leader, a burly man with a scar across his face, grinned maliciously. "Looks like you've stumbled upon something interesting, boy," the scarred man said, his eyes glinting with greed. "Hand it over, and we might let you keep your life." Lin Yan's mind raced. These bandits were all at the Qi Refining stage—not particularly powerful, but still dangerous in his current state. He had just regained his cultivation but possessed no combat techniques. "Brothers, I've found nothing here but frozen rocks," Lin Yan said calmly, adopting a submissive posture. "Perhaps the treasure you seek lies elsewhere." "Don't play dumb with us!" 1 of the bandits snarled, drawing his sword. "We saw the light show. That meteor must have brought something valuable." As the bandits advanced threateningly, Lin Yan's newly acquired memories surfaced unexpectedly. A basic combat technique—the Mountain-Splitting Palm—appeared in his mind as if he had practiced it for years. When the first bandit lunged, Lin Yan moved with instinctual grace. Spiritual energy gathered in his palm as he executed the technique perfectly, sending the attacker flying backward with a single strike. The remaining bandits stared in shock. "Foundation Establishment realm! But... how?" Without waiting for their reaction, Lin Yan pressed his advantage. The silver light in his dantian surged, enhancing his movements as he dispatched the other 2 bandits with efficient precision. Breathing heavily amid the settling snow, Lin Yan looked at his hands in wonder. The mysterious cube had not only restored his cultivation but had granted him knowledge and abilities beyond his wildest dreams. As he gazed toward the southern horizon where his clan resided, a determined glint appeared in his eyes. The countdown to the Great Calamity continued its inexorable march, but for now, he had more immediate concerns. "Lin Feng... Lin Clan..." he whispered to the wind. "I'm coming back." The snow continued to fall, blanketing the bodies of the fallen bandits and the evidence of the battle. But the fire of vengeance had been rekindled in Lin Yan's heart, burning brighter than any meteor that had fallen from the heavens.