Chapter 927 Calamity Subsides, Demigod(Class)'s Request

This was the unfathomable tribulation of life and death, a pivotal calamity upon which their paths to enlightenment hinged. It seemed it would not cease until 1 of them fell.

After comprehending each other's tribulations, the Calamity Demon God took a deep breath and uttered coldly before parting, "Farewell for now, Eldrin. We shall meet again."

The Calamity Demon God whispered, his tone so resolute it sent chills down 1's spine.

Eldrin did not respond, merely watching calmly as the Calamity Demon God departed, a trace of aloofness perpetually flickering between his brows.

In that instant, he knew with absolute clarity: after this defeat, the Calamity Demon God had undoubtedly resolved to regard Eldrin as the greatest adversary of his entire existence.

For this, even at any cost, 1 would still spare no expense.

"Husband."

As the heavenly rift gradually sealed, everyone breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Lyra and the others flew over, and seeing that Eldrin's injuries had mostly healed, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

She glanced at the Primordial Ice Silkworm, her expression trembling slightly as she spoke, "How is your injury progressing, Senior?"

"That Immortal Ascension Lightning Tribulation was far too terrifying. Although the senior managed to barely cling to life, the injuries they sustained were overwhelmingly severe."

Eldrin (Person Name) shook his head and spoke, "Fortunately, this Yin-Yang Immortal Water lives up to its reputation as the foremost healing treasure in the Violet Realm. It has stabilized his injuries, so he should no longer be in danger of perishing."

"However, Senior, by transforming into a cocoon through nirvana, you appear to be seizing this opportunity to undergo rebirth anew. It seems you intend to both recover from your injuries and simultaneously recommence the Seventh Nirvana."

"Indeed, that is the case."

Lila nodded. As a fellow practitioner of the Path of Frost, she possessed considerable understanding of the state of the Primordial Ice Silkworm.

She let out a soft sigh and couldn’t help but lament, “It’s a pity that your foundational essence has been severely depleted. I fear that even if you succeed in rebirth through nirvana 1 day, it will be difficult to fully restore the lost foundation of your origin.”

"In the long run, it may well have severed the path to immortality."

"Alas, the senior was gravely wounded because of me. I shall take Them to the Eternal Glacial Peaks to seek a method for restoring Their foundational cultivation."

Eldrin sighed softly before addressing the assembly, "I must trouble you, fellow daoists, to cleanse the battlefield and preside over the affairs of the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago. I wish to journey to the Far North Ice Plains."

"Young friend, please wait."

Just then, Eldrin suddenly heard a hoarse, aged voice.

Eldrin could not help but raise his head, gazing at the 8 Trigrams Treasure Formation suspended in the boundless void above.

From the void above came the voice of the Dao Palace Master, speaking with measured grace: "I invite Eldrin, Liuli, and Tianqi to enter the formation for discourse."

Eldrin exchanged a glance with the others, then immediately strode upward into the heavens.

The 8 Trigrams Treasure Formation, the most formidable array in the Violet Realm, was a supreme formation constructed through the synergy of the Quasi-Immortal Treasure 8 Trigrams Disk as its foundation and 8 array flags serving as its cores.

Its power was sufficient to trap both immortals and demons, and with the 9 supreme powerhouses of the Violet Realm presiding over the formation, it rivaled even the 8 Demons Immortal-Refining Array.

For a 1000 years, the 9 supreme powerhouses and the 8 Trigrams Treasure Array have shouldered a grave responsibility—continuously suppressing the second primordial spirit of the extraterrestrial demon god.

Had they not suppressed the fleshly body of the Eastern Emperor, the Violet Realm would likely have been breached by the Outer Gods long ago.

The sheer might of the Donghuang physique needed no further elaboration.

It must be known that Eldrin, the most formidable figure in the Violet Realm, could barely withstand the power of the 8 Demons Immortal-Refining Array for merely a few months before his energy neared exhaustion, almost being refined to annihilation within the formation.

The 8 Trigrams Treasure Formation had firmly trapped the physical body of the Eastern Emperor. For a 1000 years, it maintained an unbroken suppression, yet it remained incapable of completely refining the foe. This alone revealed the terrifying nature of the second primordial spirit of the extraterrestrial demon god.

The group cautiously stepped into the 8 Trigrams Treasure Formation, only to discover the 9 supreme powerhouses of the Violet Realm all seated cross-legged in the void, each bearing distinctly varied expressions.

Among the assembled experts, the 6 Demi-Immortals—the Palace Master of the Dao Palace, the Heavenly Vision Daoist, the Kunxuan Dao Sovereign, the 7 Avians Wanderer, the Tribulation Transcendent Monk, and even the Kunpeng Demon Sage of the demon race—fared relatively better, seemingly retaining some residual strength.

However, Palace Mistress Piaoxue and the 5 Venoms Elder appeared extremely feeble, as if their life force was nearly extinguished.

Seeing the group arrive, the master of the Dao Palace sighed, "Activating this 8 Trigrams Treasure Formation is far too devastating to our magical power reserves."

"Having suppressed these demons for a 1000 years now, we half-immortals can still hold on for a while. But our friends from the Drifting Snow Palace and other Nascent Soul Ninth Layer cultivators are running low on spiritual power—I fear they won’t last much longer."

The Black Tortoise Patriarch also nodded, then said with a sigh, "I have cultivated arduously for 170,000 years. My spiritual power is profound beyond compare in the Nascent Soul realm, and I can still hold on for some time."

"However, it seems Fellow Practitioner Piaoxue and the 5 Venoms Ancestor won't last much longer."

Seeing this, Eldrin (Person Name) couldn't help but speak up: "According to your guidance, what should we do?"

"Find suitable candidates to replace our 2 young friends, Elderin and 5 Poisons."

The Master of the Dao Palace spoke directly, then turned his gaze to the Master of the Glazed Palace and said, "Your mastery of spiritual power is extraordinary. Perhaps you could preside over the Banner of Kan Water in place of the young disciple from the Drifting Snow Palace."

"However, Young Friend Wu Du's Banner of Quaking Thunder..."

The master of the Dao Palace paused, then shook his head and said, "The Treasure Banner of the 8 Trigrams (Magic Treasure) requires an orthodox cultivator to wield it. After Lin Tianqi (Person Name) switched to the path of sword cultivation, his spiritual energy became far too sharp and aggressive. He can only wield immortal swords now, unable to activate magical treasures."

"Young friend Gui Xu possesses the talent to ascend to immortality—you must not allow yourself to be trapped within this formation."

"What am I to do now?"

Hearing this, everyone could not help but show anxious expressions.

They knew full well that if they failed to trap Donghuang's physical form, once it broke free, there would likely be no 1 left in the Violet Realm capable of restraining it.

Eldrin took a deep breath, then spoke up: "I know of someone who might be able to enter the formation and take command."

Who?

The Elder of the 7 Fowl could no longer hold back his words, asking with evident delight.

However, Daoist Guantian deduced it and couldn't help but remark, "You mean that Netherworld Ancestor."

"Indeed." Eldrin nodded slightly, a faint glimmer shifting in his eyes. "The 1 from the Nethersea recently broke through to the ninth layer of the Primordial Spirit."

"I shall go personally."

"Very well." The Lord of the Dao Palace nodded, unable to restrain himself from adding, "With you going personally, I can set my mind at ease."

"However, there's no need for you to rush off just yet."

The master of the Dao Palace spoke, casting a glance at the ice-soul immortal silkworm in Eldrin's hand before letting out an involuntary sigh.

"This Primordial Ice Silkworm, alas!"

Seeing him sigh, Eldrin quickly cupped his hands and said, "Senior, having lived for tens of thousands of years, must possess ample knowledge of the Primeval Ice Silkworm."

"Esteemed Senior, might there be a method to restore the foundation of the Ancient Ice Silkworm Elder?"

The Lord of the Dao Palace shook his head and said helplessly, "Though the Primordial Ice Silkworm spends most of its time in slumber and nirvana, it has lived for hundreds of thousands of years. Strictly speaking, it is the elder of us all."

Speaking of its origins, 1 must mention an ancient legend.

The Master of the Dao Palace spoke in a measured tone, recounting all that he knew.

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 of barely 20, shivered as he trudged up the icy path. His robes, thin and worn, offered little protection against the elements. Yet, his eyes, dark and determined, remained fixed on the distant summit where the Azure Cloud Sect resided. "Just a little further," he muttered to himself, his breath forming pale clouds in the frigid air. "I must reach the sect before nightfall." He had been traveling for nearly a month, his sole possession a small, worn pouch containing a dozen or so Low-Grade Spirit Stones and a single, precious Foundation Establishment Pill. It was all he had left after selling his family's meager holdings—a desperate gamble to change his fate. Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the silence. Li Ming froze, his hand instinctively reaching for the rusty short sword at his waist. From behind a grove of frost-covered trees, 3 figures emerged, blocking the path. They wore the grey robes of rogue cultivators, their expressions predatory and sharp. "Well, well, what do we have here?" the lead cultivator sneered, his gaze fixed on Li Ming's pouch. "A little lamb, lost and alone. That pouch looks heavy, boy. Why don't you hand it over and save yourself some trouble?" Li Ming's heart hammered against his ribs. These men were at least at the 4th level of Qi Condensation; he could feel the faint pressure of their spiritual energy. He, having just broken through to the 3rd level, was severely outmatched. "I have nothing of value," Li Ming said, his voice steady despite the fear coiling in his gut. "Please, let me pass." "Nothing?" another cultivator laughed harshly. "We can sense the spiritual energy from here. Don't play dumb." The lead cultivator took a step forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his own sword, a gleaming blade that shimmered with a faint, malevolent light—the Serpent's Fang Dagger (Magic Treasure). "Last chance. The pouch. Or we'll take it from your corpse." Time seemed to slow. Li Ming knew pleading was useless. He had come too far, sacrificed too much, to fall here. Memories of his ailing mother and the scorn of his clan flashed before his eyes. A cold resolve settled over him. He couldn't win a direct fight. But perhaps... As the lead cultivator lunged, the Serpent's Fang Dagger striking like a viper, Li Ming didn't retreat. Instead, he sidestepped with a surprising burst of speed, the movement awkward yet effective. He hadn't learned any formal movement techniques, only the basic Body Strengthening Fist drilled into every youth in his remote village. The dagger grazed his arm, drawing a line of fiery pain. Ignoring it, Li Ming threw a handful of coarse sand from the path directly into the cultivator's face—a desperate, dirty trick he'd seen street urchins use. "Argh! My eyes!" the man roared, momentarily blinded. This was his only opening. Li Ming didn't hesitate. He poured every ounce of his meager spiritual energy into his legs and sprinted past the disoriented leader, up the mountain path. "After him! Kill him!" the blinded cultivator screamed. 2 streaks of grey followed in pursuit. Li Ming ran, his lungs burning, his wounded arm throbbing. The spiritual energy in his dantian was depleting rapidly. He could hear their footsteps closing in. *Is this it?* he thought, despair beginning to creep in. *After all my struggles...* Just as a hand reached out to grab his collar, a clear, resonant voice cut through the air, calm yet carrying immense authority. "Cease." The pressure vanished. The 2 pursuing cultivators skidded to a halt as if they had hit an invisible wall. Li Ming stumbled forward, gasping for breath, and looked up. Standing on a rock overlooking the path was a woman. She appeared to be in her early twenties, dressed in pristine white robes embroidered with silver cloud patterns. Her beauty was ethereal, cold and untouchable like a lotus blooming on a frozen lake. But it was her aura that stole Li Ming's breath away—a vast, deep ocean of spiritual power that made the rogue cultivators seem like mere puddles. An Inner Disciple. And a powerful 1 at that. The 3 rogue cultivators paled instantly. The 1 who had been blinded was wiping his eyes frantically, his bravado completely gone. "E-El... Esteemed Immortal," the leader stammered, dropping to his knees. "W-we meant no offense! We were just... just having a discussion with this young brother!" The woman's cool gaze swept over them, lingering for a moment on Li Ming's bleeding arm. "The Azure Cloud Mountain is a place of cultivation, not a den for bandits. Leave. Now. If I see you here again, your cultivation journeys will end permanently." They didn't need to be told twice. Scrambling to their feet, the 3 cultivators fled down the mountain without a backward glance, disappearing into the mist. Li Ming struggled to stand upright, bowing deeply towards the woman. "Thank you, Senior, for saving my life." The woman, Su Ling (Person Name), looked down at him. Her expression was unreadable. "You are here for the disciple recruitment trial?" "Yes, Senior." "You are weak," she stated bluntly, her voice devoid of mockery, simply stating a fact. "And your methods are... unrefined. The trials are harsh. Many do not survive." Li Ming met her gaze, his own resolve hardening once more. "I have no other path, Senior. I will either pass the trial or die trying." A flicker of something—perhaps recognition, perhaps pity—passed through Su Ling's eyes. She said nothing more, turning gracefully and walking away, her form soon vanishing into the swirling mountain mists as if she had never been there. Left alone on the path, Li Ming clutched his wounded arm. The encounter had been a stark reminder of the brutal world of cultivation—a world where strength was the only true law. He looked up towards the summit, now veiled in clouds, his determination burning brighter than ever. He took a deep breath and continued his climb, each step heavier, yet more purposeful, than the last. His journey was just beginning.