Chapter 921 Hunyuan Imperishable Sutra

According to the Eastern Emperor Sutra, the immortal physique cultivated through this scripture is known as the 'Eastern Emperor Indestructible Body'. It possesses the attribute of withstanding 10 1000 calamities unbroken, and its defensive capabilities can be considered unparalleled in the world.

In ages past, even when the extraterrestrial demon god struck personally, he could do nothing against the Eastern Emperor, failing to breach his physical form. He could only target the primordial spirit, ultimately extinguishing the Eastern Emperor's divine soul. This alone reveals the terrifying profundity of the Eastern Emperor's Canon.

Now, Eldrin sought to integrate the essence of diverse schools, aiming to fuse 3 supreme body refinement techniques into a singular method for forging an immortal physique—unprecedented across all ages.

As his thoughts drifted, Eldrin (Person Name) began to harness the thunder tribulation to temper his body while simultaneously merging 3 ancient and modern techniques, striving to create a far more powerful Primordial Chaos Immortal Body.

Amidst such repeated tempering, 3 100 years had passed in the blink of an eye.

"Bzzz—"

On this day, Eldrin suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a trace of delight.

In that instant, he suddenly felt an overwhelming power germinating within his body—an unprecedented aura burgeoning from his core outward.

His physical body underwent an unprecedented transformation, every movement now carrying the power to tear through the void.

"It's done!"

Eldrin murmured, his heart overflowing with joy.

In that instant, he forged a Half-Immortal Body. A wisp of semi-celestial energy burgeoned from within, radiating incomparably formidable power.

This was a supreme physique whose physical strength alone was sufficient to rival a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm).

Not only that, but his spiritual power had advanced even further during these 3 100 years of seclusion, smoothly breaking through to the sixth level of the Nascent Soul realm.

However, what surprised Eldrin even more was that after 3 100 years, he had finally succeeded in merging 3 supreme immortal techniques, thus pioneering his own method of achieving immortality through physical cultivation.

"Primordial Immortality Scripture."

Eldrin murmured softly, bestowing a name upon his cultivation method.

The Primordial Chaos Unending Scripture he created could cultivate the 'Primordial Chaos Indestructible Body'. This supreme treasure scripture was forged by synthesizing the strengths of 3 peerless body refinement methods, incorporating partial essence of the Arhat Scripture, and harmonizing their virtues while overcoming their flaws.

This Primordial Immortal Body was incomparably powerful, possessing the swiftness and dominance of the 10 1000 Tribulations Thunder Scripture. Its strength and speed were sufficient to rival that of immortals and demons.

Moreover, the essence of the 5 Thunders Body Refining Art could continuously generate power within the 5 viscera, granting him unparalleled vitality and exuberant life force.

Moreover, the supreme defensive power of the Eastern Emperor Scripture enveloped him like an indestructible Immortal Bell, rendering even a supreme existence such as an Outer Realm Demon God incapable of annihilating him.

"I have cultivated to the Demi-Immortal realm through the Primordial Chaos Unending Scripture. My physical body has grown so robust that scarcely anyone in the mortal world could sever it."

"Even if a Domain Outer Fiend wanted to kill me, it would likely require considerable effort."

Eldrin murmured softly, assessing the formidable strength of his physical body before shaking his head and muttering to himself, "The Primordial Chaos Sutra is far too profound. Thus, attaining immortality through physical cultivation via this sutra is exceptionally arduous."

"To cultivate it to the celestial stage, I must endure the 9 Heavens' thunderbolts striking me, the winds of 10 1000 ages scouring me, and finally be frozen within the veins of primordial ice."

"I must also bury myself within the mountains and rivers, drawing power from the 5 Elements' Ancestral Veins to replenish the elemental forces of the 5 viscera within me."

“When the power of the 5 Elements within my 5 viscera overflows, the 9 Heavens’ thunder shall not harm my flesh; the soul-devouring primordial winds of antiquity shall not erode my bones; the eternal ice veins that freeze all existence shall not congeal my fervent blood.”

Only then can I achieve complete and utter perfection, giving rise to a strand of Primordial Immortal Qi within me, and cultivate the Primordial Immortal Body.

At this point, Eldrin couldn't help but reveal an expression of extreme gravity.

The method to cultivate the Primordial Indestructible Body was far too demanding; within the Violet Realm, it was truly impossible to gather all the required conditions.

The 5 Elements Ancestral Veins could still be gathered. Given his current status and position, if he were to devote over a 1000 years of effort, he would still be capable of locating 5 top-grade, fifth-order ancestral veins.

And the 9 Heavens Thunder Tribulation Tempering, with the aid of this Thunder Tribulation Pool's power, had also been fully cultivated by him.

Only the Primordial Ice Vein remains, located in the northernmost glacial plains and now occupied by the Primeval Ice Silkworms. Even Eldrin (Person Name) currently lacks the confidence to claim it.

And the most crucial element was that Xunwind Earth Vein. Ever since the fall of the Xunwind Divine Ridge tens of thousands of years ago, the Purple Realm had lost its sixth-order ancestral vein of the wind attribute.

He no longer had any possibility of finding a sixth-grade wind-attributed ancestral vein in the Violet Realm.

At this thought, Eldrin furrowed his brow and murmured to himself, "If I employ the Heaven-Shifting Art, could I alter the very fabric of the world’s momentum and artificially forge a sixth-grade Ancestral Gale Vein?"

Eldrin's brow furrowed deeply, yet uncertainty still gnawed at his heart. Rising to his feet, he murmured, "It seems I must journey once more to the ruins of Xunwind Divine Ridge—perhaps there I might uncover array patterns or techniques capable of gathering the Zephyr's Breath."

"You've finally made it."

Just then, the tribulation creature saw Eldrin rising to his feet and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

The Thunder Tribulation Deity gazed at Eldrin, his pupils involuntarily contracting. He drew a deep breath and said, "Your physical form possesses both the swift and domineering nature of the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Body, yet also carries an indestructible, imperishable power."

"I'm afraid even the Thunder Hall Master of yesteryear would pale in comparison to your physical strength alone."

"You flatter me, Senior."

Eldrin (Person Name) offered a humble smile before speaking, "I merely stand upon the shoulders of those who came before me, allowing this junior to advance just 1 step further."

"You are too modest." The Lightning Tribulation Being shook its head and sighed, "Throughout the annals of history, those peerless prodigies whose names have been etched in eternity were invariably beyond compare."

"The Scripture of Myriad Tribulation Thunder ranks among the top 3 body refinement techniques ever recorded in the annals of the Violet Realm's history. It stands merely 1 small step away from attaining immortal ascension."

By surpassing your predecessors and synthesizing the strengths of a 100 schools to reach greater heights, you are destined to be recorded in the annals of history. In the eyes of future generations in the Violet Realm, you may well become an insurmountable monument.

Upon hearing this, Eldrin (Person Name) was slightly taken aback inwardly, yet he refrained from saying anything more.

Though he was a man of humility, he possessed ample confidence in his own abilities.

He knew full well that once his Primordial Chaos Indestructible Body was fully cultivated, it would undoubtedly become the most powerful immortal physique throughout the ancient and modern history of the Violet Realm.

Whether it be the Arhat Golden Body, the Primordial Emperor Indestructible Physique, or even Lyra (Person Name)'s Innate Taiyin Body—all would likely be utterly surpassed.

Throughout the millions of years of the Violet Realm's history, aside from the legendary Supreme Immortal Physique of the ancient Violet Immortal Lord—whose very existence remains uncertain—none could possibly stand as its equal.

At this thought, he refrained from further comment and simply turned to ask, "Where is my nephew? Where has he gone now?"

"You have been in seclusion for 3 100 years, yet he has already comprehended the power of nirvana and broken through to the Nascent Soul realm."

The living thunder tribulation spoke with an ethereal calm, then continued in a tone of utmost gravity, "The Cataclysm of the Demonic Abyss is about to commence. He has already departed from this place, journeying to the eastern sea's edge to confront the Demonic Abyss Cataclysm."

"So that is how it is."

Eldrin (Person Name) froze, a flicker of realization crossing his face. Unbeknownst to him, another 1000 years had slipped by—the Cataclysm of the Demon Abyss was once again drawing near.

At this thought, his expression turned grave as he said, "The primordial spirits under the command of the Outer Realm Demonic Gods have been nearly wiped out by us. I fear it will be impossible for them to recover in a short time."

"I pray that this time, the Outer Realm Demons have no further tricks up their sleeves, allowing us to pass through this tribulation with ease."

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of snow and decay. Li Ming, a young man barely 20 years of age, shivered as he clutched the tattered scroll in his hand. His fingers, numb and cracked from the cold, traced the intricate characters detailing the first layer of the "Primordial Chaos Art". "For 10 years," he whispered, his breath forming pale clouds in the freezing air, "I have been stuck at the third layer of Qi Refinement." The other outer sect disciples had long since surpassed him, some even reaching the Foundation Establishment stage. He was the laughingstock of the entire Azure Mist Sect. His gaze fell upon the meager pile of spirit stones beside his thin sleeping mat—a mere 1,250 low-grade spirit stones, his entire savings accumulated over countless months of performing menial tasks. It wouldn't even be enough to purchase a single decent Qi Replenishing Pill. Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in his dantian. It was the same unstable, chaotic energy that had plagued him for years, a telltale sign of his flawed cultivation. Gritting his teeth, he focused his mind, attempting to circulate his spiritual energy according to the "Primordial Chaos Art". The energy writhed within him, rebellious and untamed, threatening to tear his meridians apart. "Again!" he muttered, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cold. He would not give up. He had endured mockery and hardship for thousands of years—no, it felt like thousands of years, but in truth, it had only been a decade. A decade of relentless, fruitless effort. Just as his spiritual energy was about to spiral out of control, a faint, almost imperceptible golden light flickered within his consciousness. A mysterious symbol, 1 he had never seen before, materialized in his mind's eye. It was complex and ancient, pulsating with a profound and orderly power. The chaotic energy within him, as if soothed by an invisible hand, gradually calmed and began to flow along a new, more efficient pathway. The pain subsided, replaced by a warm, steady stream of pure spiritual power that nourished his dried-up meridians. Li Ming's eyes snapped open, wide with disbelief and dawning hope. For the first time in 10 years, he had successfully completed a full circulation without backlash. The "Primordial Chaos Art" felt... different. Smoother. More powerful. He looked down at the scroll in his hands. The characters seemed to shimmer, rearranging themselves subtly before his very eyes. A new line of text appeared at the bottom, written in a script that was both alien and instantly comprehensible. "...break the shackles with the Heart of Clarity..." What did it mean? And what was that golden symbol? Was this... an opportunity? A chance to change his destiny, which had seemed set in stone for 1 100 years? A fierce determination ignited in his chest, burning brighter than any spirit flame. He would uncover the secrets of this scroll. He would master the "Primordial Chaos Art". And he would make all those who had looked down on him regret their scorn. 1 100 years had passed since he last felt such conviction.