Chapter 924 8 Demons Immortal Refining Array

"Bzzz—"

As Eldrin's voice faded, heaven and earth trembled violently.

In an instant, dazzling streams of light erupted from the various spirit islands. Countless array patterns converged at the 9 Heavens Above, pressing toward the heavenly rift above the demonic abyss to aid the will of heaven and earth in repelling the extraterrestrial demon gods.

This Zhou Heavenly Star Formation, though already incomplete and its power far from its former peak, could still be considered 1 of the most supreme formations in the mortal realm.

Yet before an ultimate existence like an Extraterrestrial Demon God, it was nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Behold, the sky-rending, earth-splitting hand of the demonic god tore through the void, forcibly ripping open the celestial rift to form a colossal scar across the heavens.

Boom…

After a moment of utter silence, a deafening roar reverberated across heaven and earth.

The human race's various Eldrins gazed upon that Demonic Abyss Heaven Scar, each and every 1 of them wearing expressions of utmost gravity.

The hearts of all were filled with profound unease in this battle. After nearly a 1000 years of warfare, the soul generals under the command of the Outer Realm Demons had suffered devastating losses, leaving them likely incapable of mustering the overwhelming onslaught they once possessed.

On the other hand, the opponent was after all an Extraplanar Demon God, who might have found an even more terrifying contingency plan over these 1000 years.

Now that the Abyssal Demon Realm has reopened, the Cosmic Star Formation has lost over half of its power, naturally filling their hearts with unease.

Kill—

At that very moment, from within the Demon Abyss, numerous treasure ships began crossing the void.

The treasure ship blotted out the sky, carrying within it countless legions of the demonic race traversing the void, while innumerable more demonic armies followed in its wake.

"Not bad."

Watching countless treasure ships soar through the skies, Eldrin finally released a heavy sigh of relief.

Although the demonic treasure ships in this battle still formed a dark, overwhelming mass, they paled in comparison to those from a 1000 years ago. The demonic army was likely no longer what it had been in its prime.

And there were only a little over 60 demonic cultivators at the Primordial Spirit level, merely 30 percent of what it had been 1 1000 years ago.

Seeing this, the Violet Firmament Elder stroked his beard with a chuckle. "If the demonic tribes' assault remains at this level, I suppose they're hardly worth worrying about."

The master of the Glazed Palace also nodded before speaking, "Fellow cultivators, the time has come for us to unite and stand against the demon race with 1 heart."

"Clang—"

At that very moment, a sword's keen cry pierced the air. Lin Tianqi was the first to strike, his blade sweeping forth in a dazzling arc that tore through the boundless void. The brilliant sword gleam cleaved through dozens of demonic warships, splitting the swarming demon army in 2 across the heavens.

Witnessing this, the crowd immediately sprang into action, unleashing 1 spiritual treasure and divine art after another, all aimed at the demon clan.

The great battle was on the verge of erupting. Eldrin stood firm in the heavens, watching as the various Dao Lords and Celestial Demons under his command clashed. A faint twitch stirred between his brows.

Just as he was about to strike, an inexplicable dread sank in his heart as he sensed an overwhelming threat approaching.

Boom—

A deafening roar echoed through the endless demonic abyss as 8 terrifying existences emerged 1 after another, their auras overwhelming mountains and rivers.

The 8 figures emerged with an overwhelming presence that seemed capable of annihilating heaven and earth. An elder at the forefront brandished a horsetail whisk, sweeping it toward Lin Tianqi without hesitation.

As the second strongest expert at the Nascent Soul Realm, Lin Tianqi possessed combat prowess ranking among the pinnacle of the 9 layers of Nascent Soul cultivation. Confronted with the elder's whisk, he didn't waste words and immediately swung his Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) in a decisive strike.

He had thought this seemingly inevitable strike would force the intruder to retreat, yet the outcome defied his expectations entirely.

In that instant, the horsetail whisk transformed into a streak of tribulation light, striking forth and effortlessly sending Lin Tianqi’s lifebound immortal sword flying backward with immense force.

Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm), Near-Immortal Artifact (Magic Treasure).

Lin Tianqi drew a sharp breath. He never could have imagined that this elderly man was actually a half-step immortal Ancestor, nor that the seemingly ordinary horsetail whisk in his hand was a near-Immortal Artifact (Magic Treasure) — an object so rare it was scarcely seen across the entire realm.

In the blink of an eye, he realized he was far from being a match for his opponent. In that frantic moment, he transformed into a streak of sword light and fled, desperate to preserve his life.

"Hum."

At that very moment, 2 more among the 8 figures made their move in succession.

The 2 figures, a man and a woman, moved in unison. The man summoned a ritual bracelet forged from Primordial Chaos Gold, while the woman unleashed a radiant 5-Color Whip that snaked through the air toward its target.

"My life is at its end."

In the blink of an eye, Lin Tianqi’s heart sank, realizing he had no confidence in escaping.

Among the 8, only 3 had made a move, yet each possessed cultivation at the half-immortal realm and had summoned 3 world-shaking near-immortal treasures.

The Primordial Chaos Golden Bracelet was forged from an immortal material that had yet to be nurtured and perfected, making it the most indestructible treasure. Even an immortal, once ensnared by it, would find it nearly impossible to break free.

Though he did not recognize the multicolored long whip, he understood it was forged from the 5-Colored Immortal Vine—a legendary Post-Heavenly Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) whose worth was truly beyond measure.

With just 3 Earth Immortal Elders and 3 Quasi-Immortal Artifacts alone, they were more than enough to seal his fate—let alone the 5 beings who had touched the very fringes of the Half-Immortal Realm.

Boom—

In that life-or-death instant, a thunderclap suddenly roared, and a 5-colored divine lightning struck forth, causing the dust whisk’s radiance to flicker wildly.

Immediately after, a colossal hand that blotted out the skies descended, suppressing the 5-colored long whip.

Then Eldrin descended through the air, swiftly pulling Lin Tianqi behind him before casually striking out with a palm. The force of his blow sent the Primordial Chaos Gold Bracelet flying backward.

"Many thanks."

Having barely escaped with his life, Lin Tianqi let out a heavy sigh of relief before stepping behind Eldrin and declaring, "I shall fight by your side."

Kill!

Before Eldrin could speak, the 8 figures' eyes blazed with bloody light. With a sharp *shing*, they shot into the air, poised to trap the 2 firmly within their formation.

Eldrin’s brow furrowed deeply. Without hesitation, he shoved Lin Tianqi aside and declared, “These 8 appear to be demonic entities forged by extraterrestrial devil gods. You are no match for them—retreat now, we’ll discuss this later.”

No sooner had his words faded than the 8 figures launched a synchronized assault. Paying no heed to the shoved-aside Lin Tianqi, they converged upon Eldrin with lethal intent, their movements clearly aimed at delivering a fatal strike.

"Hmph—"

"So it truly is aimed at this venerable 1."

Watching the 8 fiendish demons soar through the air, Eldrin’s eyes turned icy in an instant. With a swift motion, he raised his palm and struck out with overwhelming force.

Now, although Eldrin's Primordial Chaos Indestructible Body had not yet been fully cultivated, it had already reached a level of invincibility within the mortal realm.

Even a supreme being like the Kunpeng Demon Saint would likely pale in comparison to him in terms of physical body alone.

It was precisely for this reason that even when facing 8 half-immortal beings, Eldrin remained utterly unshaken.

He exchanged several dozen blows with 8 half-immortal demons in rapid succession. Though thoroughly suppressed and forced into a defensive stance, he maintained flawless defense without sustaining the slightest injury.

"Are you the hidden contingency of the Outer Realm Demonic Gods?"

Seeing that the 8 demonic fiends were helpless against him, Eldrin (Person Name) sneered coldly, "If this is all you have, I'm afraid it won't be enough to threaten this venerable 1."

8 Devils Refining Immortals Array.

In that very instant, a transcendent light erupted from between the brows of the 8 demonic sovereigns.

In an instant, 1 illusory law after another manifested across the sky. As the array disk within their bodies activated, these phantasmal principles merged into 1, astonishingly coalescing into a tangible, authentic law that descended like a blade—encasing Eldrin within its overwhelming trajectory.

"Damn it."

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 grey robes offering little protection against the elements. This was Lin Xuan, a humble outer sect disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect, returning from his monthly herb gathering mission. His fingers, numb and stiff, clutched a small, seemingly ordinary bronze mirror close to his chest—the only legacy left by his deceased parents. Unbeknownst to him, this very mirror would soon become the catalyst that would shatter the confines of his predestined fate. * * * "Finally back," Lin Xuan muttered to himself, pushing open the creaking door of his simple wooden hut. He shook the snow from his shoulders and lit a single candle, its feeble glow barely illuminating the sparse room. Sitting cross-legged on his worn meditation mat, he took a deep breath and began to circulate his spiritual energy, attempting to break through to the next minor level of the Qi Condensation stage. Yet, as always, the turbulent energy within his meridians refused to coalesce, dissipating as quickly as he gathered it. A wave of bitter frustration washed over him. "3 years... it's been 3 whole years, and I'm still stuck at the 7th level of Qi Condensation." He glanced at the other disciples' quarters through his small window, where laughter and the faint glow of successful cultivation emanated. Clenching his fists, his nails digging into his palms, a deep, unwilling resentment burned in his heart. He was unwilling to accept this mediocrity, to remain a mere ant in the vast world of cultivation. Just as despair threatened to consume him, the bronze mirror in his pocket suddenly grew warm, then scalding hot. "Ah!" A sharp pain made him cry out as he hastily retrieved the mirror. The once dull surface now shimmered with a soft, mysterious light, and strange, ancient runes swirled across it like living things. Before he could process this, a vast, immense stream of information flooded directly into his sea of consciousness. 《Heaven Swallowing Art》! This was the name of a mysterious cultivation technique now branded into his mind. It was an ancient, profound method, far surpassing the most treasured techniques of the Misty Cloud Sect. According to the introductory jade slip's worth of information, this art defied the heavens, allowing 1 to devour and refine all things between heaven and earth to bolster 1's own cultivation, breaking all conventional limits. Along with the technique came fragmented memories—scenes of epic battles between celestial beings, the shattering of stars, and the boundless, majestic cosmos. Dazed, it took Lin Xuan a long time to slowly regain his senses. His initial shock and confusion gradually gave way to wild, irrepressible joy. "This... this is my chance! My chance to change my destiny!" He took several deep breaths, forcefully calming the storm in his heart. Following the methods described in the 《Heaven Swallowing Art》, he sat back down in the lotus position and began guiding the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body. This time, it was completely different. The surrounding spiritual energy, once elusive and difficult to absorb, now swarmed towards him like iron filings to a magnet, pouring into his meridians. It was as if a dry riverbed was suddenly encountering a surging flood. The spiritual energy, guided by the esoteric method, coursed through his limbs and bones, finally converging into his dantian. The previously stagnant bottleneck at the 7th level of Qi Condensation began to loosen visibly, showing clear signs of breaking. Crack! A faint, almost imperceptible sound echoed from within his body. The barrier that had trapped him for 3 years shattered completely. A powerful, substantial feeling of spiritual energy surged within him, far exceeding anything he had felt before. The 8th level of Qi Condensation! He had broken through! Just like that! Lin Xuan opened his eyes, a sharp, dazzling light flashing within them, so bright it was startling. He could clearly feel that the spiritual energy within his body had nearly doubled. Even his 5 senses had become significantly sharper; he could now hear the faint sound of snow falling outside. "Hah... Hahaha... Hahahaha!" After a moment of stunned silence, Lin Xuan suddenly threw his head back and laughed, tears of excitement welling in the corners of his eyes. All the grievances, frustrations, and despair of the past 3 years seemed to be released in this moment of cathartic laughter. From today onward, his path of cultivation would be completely different! He knew that with the 《Heaven Swallowing Art》, the future held infinite possibilities. The lofty Core Formation stage, the legendary Nascent Soul stage... these realms, once distant and unattainable dreams, now seemed to have a tangible path leading towards them. However, Lin Xuan also understood a fundamental truth: great treasures often bring great calamity. The value of the bronze mirror and the 《Heaven Swallowing Art》 was unimaginable. If their existence were to be discovered, it would undoubtedly lead to a fatal disaster. "Strength! I must have enough strength to protect what is mine!" A look of unprecedented determination solidified in his eyes. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his expression turning resolute and calm. The night deepened. Outside the hut, the snow continued to fall silently, covering all traces. Inside, a young man's destiny had just begun to unfold, like a seed breaking through the soil after a long winter, heralding the arrival of an unimaginable storm.