Chapter 926 Law Blade

"You are courting death."

The Calamity Demon Sovereign was enraged beyond measure, recklessly gathering his true power to push the 8 Demons Immortal Refining Array to its absolute limit.

Streaks of natural laws descended like heavenly chains, wielding earth-shattering power to envelop the void as they sought to withstand the overwhelming tribulation of thunder.

Boom—

Yet this proved utterly futile. The Primordial Ice Silkworm had already reached the apex of the 8 Demons Immortal-Refining Array. From the void, blinding arcs of celestial thunder descended with world-obliterating force, crashing directly toward them.

Eldrin felt as if a blazing sea of lightning had swallowed everything, with dazzling arcs of thunder roaring forth like a tidal wave.

High above in the void, 7 successive Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulations crashed down with thunderous force, striking with such intensity that the very fabric of space trembled violently.

Within the Heavenly Tribulation, the 8 Demons Immortal Refining Array was also subjected to relentless assaults from the overwhelming thunder calamity. The Law Divine Thunder and the World-Annihilating Lightning clashed with astonishing intensity.

Although this 8 Demons Immortal Refining Array could sever the power of immortal laws, it was ultimately driven by only 8 half-immortal demons. While its might could truly be called peerless in this world, it fell far short of the indestructible nature of an indestructible supreme treasure.

The power of this seventh Immortal Ascension Lightning Tribulus was now comparable to a full-force strike from an immortal. Even a true immortal would have to face it with caution, and the 8 Demons Immortal-Refining Array found it exceedingly difficult to withstand.

A series of cracking sounds echoed as the eighth quasi-immortal demonic entities, battered by the seventh heavenly tribulation strike, became riddled with fissures 1 after another, teetering on the verge of complete collapse.

Not only was the 8 Demons Immortal-Refining Formation unable to hold, but even the Primordial Ice Silkworm in the void was at the end of its strength, barely mustering the last of its energy to channel the eighth Heavenly Tribulation for ascension.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the Primordial Ice Silkworm could still withstand the eighth heavenly tribulation, the Outer Realm Demon God realized that the 8 Demons Immortal Refining Array was likely beyond salvation.

However, he was decisive beyond measure. In the blink of an eye, he disregarded all defense against the heavenly thunder tribulation, risking the destruction of all 8 demonic heads as he channeled his full power to activate the 8 Demons Immortal Refining Array.

In the blink of an eye, countless primordial laws surged upward, coalescing into a celestial blade of order that descended upon Eldrin with devastating finality.

"Die—"

At this moment, facing the Heavenly Blade of Law, Eldrin felt a deadly crisis surging toward him.

At the critical moment between life and death, a torrent of spiritual power surged from the primordial azure lotus within Eldrin's core, unleashing all his techniques in an instant.

Yet before this Law Blade of Heaven, it still fell short. With a single strike, the Law Blade of Heaven obliterated the Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder, then cleaved apart the Primordial Chaos Giant Hand in 1 swift motion.

The Primordial Chaos True Aegis could not withstand it either, being cleaved apart in a single clash.

Clang—

At the critical moment between life and death, the Earth-Sovereign Bell of Wutu (Magic Treasure), the Dual Heaven-Sundering Swords of Tianli (Magic Treasure), and the Yin-Yang Void Mirror (Magic Treasure) all swiftly moved to shield him.

But in the blink of an eye, the Earth-Sovereign Emperor Bell was cleaved apart. Even the combined might of the Heavenly Separation Twin Swords, striking with their full power, was repelled and sent flying backward. The blades, having clashed against the laws of the dao, were now densely covered with cracks.

The Yin Yang Void Realm sought to restrain the Law Dao Blade using the power of void, yet in the blink of an eye, the Law Dao Blade still cleaved through the void and slashed toward Eldrin’s glabella.

Heavenly Dao Blade of Law!

At this critical moment of life and death, Eldrin let out a furious roar.

Relying on the power of his Primordial Indestructible Body, he soared into the heavens. In an instant, his palms joined together to clamp the Heavenly Blade, a divine force capable of tearing apart a Demigod now gripping the blade of laws as he sought to firmly hold it at bay.

"Clang—"

The Heavenly Blade of Law shone with dazzling brilliance, a blade aura blooming with law inscriptions unfurling as it tore a massive fissure through Eldrin’s brow with unstoppable force.

An unstoppable force inflicted unprecedented damage upon Eldrin, causing his already overburdened body to burst with sprays of crimson mist. He felt as if his very form might undergo corporeal dissipation right then and there.

If the power of the Law's Heavenly Blade had been slightly stronger, it might have completely disintegrated Eldrin's physical form, even erasing his primordial spirit without a trace.

Alas, after successively breaking through Eldrin's various methods, the power of this Heavenly Law Blade finally reached its limit.

It was not that the power of the Law was insufficient, but even the 8 demonic beings at the half-immortal realm had their limits.

Boom—

A violent roar erupted as the 8 demonic overlords burst apart 1 by 1, disintegrating into crimson mist under the overwhelming pressure.

It turned out that these 8 demons were not, after all, objects of immortal origin. Had they been arranged in a formation to slowly refine Eldrin, it might have been manageable. But now, by unleashing such earth-shattering attacks, they themselves were the first to falter.

At this moment, having failed to slay Eldrin in a single strike, they ultimately could not withstand the backlash force, instantly turning to ashes that dissipated into the void.

It is done.

Eldrin (Person Name) heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Without a moment's hesitation, he consumed a portion of Yin-Yang Immortal Nectar.

This Yin-Yang Immortal Water is the foremost healing treasure in the mortal realm, capable of instantly restoring a dying Nascent Soul cultivator from the brink of death to their peak condition.

After consuming it, he instantly felt a profound and mysterious energy suffusing his body, working in tandem with his life force mana to mend his physical form.

In just a few breaths, Eldrin's injuries had already recovered 70 to 80 percent.

After his injuries had healed, Eldrin finally noticed that the heavenly tribulation in the skies had already ended.

The Primordial Ice Silkworm could not withstand the eighth heavenly tribulation. Its physical form and soul were instantly pulverized into a mist of blood, leaving behind only a wisp of remnant soul and primordial essence—both teetering on the verge of complete dissipation.

"Senior..."

Eldrin's heart jolted with alarm, and he hastily retrieved a portion of Yin-Yang Immortal Nectar.

He had previously refined 2 portions of Yin-Yang Immortal Water, and now he used 1 of them, leaving only this final portion remaining.

A wisp of the Primordial Ice Silkworm's divine soul absorbed the Yin-Yang Immortal Water and merged with the primordial qi, unexpectedly transforming into a pure white Frostsoul Immortal Silkworm.

With the war now at a critical juncture, Eldrin did not hesitate. He immediately shielded the Ice Soul Immortal Silkworm within his grasp and unleashed his divine powers to suppress the demonic legion.

Seeing Eldrin free his hands, the various demon clans immediately lost morale, realizing the outcome of this battle was now beyond all doubt.

With Eldrin (Person Name), a supreme half-immortal combatant, taking action, the myriad primordial spirits of the demonic race were utterly incapable of resistance.

After suffering heavy casualties and losing 40 to 50 percent of their forces, the remaining troops fled in disarray beyond the Scar of the Demon Abyss.

Abyssal Depths...

Once again, this battle ended in a crushing defeat. Yet, to everyone's surprise, the Calamity Demon God showed neither joy nor anger.

He cast a deep, penetrating gaze at Eldrin, his pupils tinged with a hint of frosty detachment as he uttered, "I have underestimated you. It seems you are the greatest tribulation upon my path to ascension."

Eldrin remained silent, standing serenely beneath the heavens as he gazed wordlessly at the 9 Heavens Devil God.

In that very moment, both understood they might be the most crucial tribulation-bearers on each other's path to ascension.

To ascend as an immortal, Eldrin must withstand the apocalypse brought by the Calamity Demon God, while the Calamity Demon God, seeking to seize the providence of the Violet Realm to break through to the Earth Immortal realm, would also find Eldrin an unavoidable obstacle in his path.

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 trudged up the icy path. His robes, thin and worn, offered little protection against the elements. Yet, his eyes burned with a fierce determination, a fire that refused to be extinguished by the harsh environment. "Just a little further," he muttered to himself, his breath forming plumes of white in the frigid air. "The Hidden Scripture Pavilion must be close." He had spent the last 3 years in the outer sect, performing menial tasks for a pittance of spiritual resources. While other disciples flaunted their growing cultivation and glittering magic treasures, he had nothing but a rusty short sword and a handful of Low-Grade Spirit Stones—barely 500 in total. It was a paltry sum, insufficient to buy even a single decent pill from the Alchemy Hall. But today was different. Today, he had finally saved enough contribution points to enter the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and select a proper cultivation technique. It was his 1 chance to change his destiny, to step onto the true path of immortality. After what felt like an eternity, he reached a secluded courtyard nestled between 2 towering peaks. A simple wooden plaque above the gate read: "Hidden Scripture Pavilion." Taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart, Li Ming pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside. The interior was vast and silent, the air thick with the smell of ancient paper and dust. Countless scrolls and jade slips lined the towering shelves, each containing profound knowledge of the Dao. An elderly man with a long, white beard sat cross-legged on a cushion near the entrance, his eyes closed in meditation. This was Elder Wen, the keeper of the pavilion. Li Ming approached respectfully and bowed. "Disciple Li Ming greets Elder Wen. I wish to select a cultivation technique." Elder Wen cracked open 1 eye, his gaze sweeping over Li Ming's humble attire. He snorted dismissively. "Contribution token." Li Ming hurriedly presented a small, jade token. Elder Wen took it, glanced at it, and waved a hand towards the shelves. "The first floor is for outer sect disciples. You have 1 incense stick's time. Do not touch the formations guarding the jade slips. Choose wisely." With that, he closed his eye again, seemingly losing all interest. Suppressing his excitement, Li Ming ventured deeper into the pavilion. Row upon row of shelves stretched before him, each labeled with the names of techniques: "Azure Cloud Art," "Violet Qi Mantra," "5 Elements Foundation Establishment Method"... His heart swelled with anticipation. He spent the first half of the time carefully examining several techniques, but none seemed to resonate with him. They were either too common, too slow, or required specific spiritual roots he did not possess. A sense of desperation began to creep in. Was he destined to remain in the outer sect forever? As the sand in the hourglass trickled down, his eyes fell upon a secluded corner, almost hidden in shadow. There, on a dusty, lower shelf, lay a single, black jade slip. It looked ancient and neglected. Curious, he reached for it. The moment his fingers brushed against the cold, smooth surface, a strange sensation shot up his arm—a mixture of profound age and immense, dormant power. He picked it up and focused his spiritual sense into it. A flood of information surged into his mind. The technique was called the "Primordial Chaos Cultivation Art." According to the introduction, it was an ancient method, incredibly powerful but notoriously difficult to master. It required the practitioner to refine the Primordial Chaos Qi from the void itself, a process said to be excruciatingly painful and fraught with peril. Countless prodigies had attempted it throughout the ages, only to see their cultivation bases shattered or their meridians destroyed. But for those who succeeded... the rewards were beyond imagination. It promised a foundation far more solid than any common technique, granting the cultivator spiritual power several times denser than their peers at the same level. Li Ming's hands trembled. This was it. This was his chance. It was a gamble, a path of certain suffering with no guarantee of success. But the alternative—a lifetime of mediocrity—was far worse. His decision made, he clutched the black jade slip tightly and walked back to Elder Wen. The Elder opened his eyes once more, a flicker of surprise crossing his face when he saw the jade slip in Li Ming's hand. "The Primordial Chaos Cultivation Art? Foolish boy! Do you have a death wish? This technique has been here for millennia. In the past 100 years alone, over a dozen talented disciples have tried to cultivate it. 1 managed to reach the third level before his dantian ruptured. The others... well, they never even formed their foundation." Li Ming met the Elder's gaze, his voice steady despite the fear coiling in his gut. "I have made my choice, Elder." Elder Wen stared at him for a long moment, then sighed and shook his head. "Stubborn as a rock. Very well. Your fate is your own." He made a record on a ledger and returned Li Ming's contribution token, now depleted of its points. "You may take the jade slip, but you must return a copy within 3 days. Remember, the path of cultivation is long and treacherous. Do not let arrogance blind you to the abyss at your feet." Bowing once more, Li Ming left the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, the black jade slip feeling both impossibly heavy and incredibly precious in his hand. He looked up at the star-dusted night sky, his resolve hardening. 1 100 years of obscurity, of being overlooked and dismissed, were enough. It was time to walk his own path, no matter how dangerous. He would master the Primordial Chaos Cultivation Art, or he would die trying.