Chapter 932 Returning to the Family, Sea Changes

Back when Eldrin left the Eastern Wastelands, he journeyed to the Eastern Sea Cultivation Realm seeking the opportunities of the 10 1000 Tribulations Thunder Mountain. Little did he know that upon emerging from seclusion, over 3 100 years had passed, and the Cataclysm of the Demonic Abyss was now imminent.

Therefore, he did not even return to his clan, but hurried straight to the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago.

Thereafter, the great calamity subsided once more. Though Eldrin returned to the Eastern Wastelands, matters concerning the Netherworld Ancestor demanded his attention, and he also needed to escort the Primordial Ice Silkworm back to the far northern glaciers. Thus, he did not return to his clan for a visit.

Another 1 100 and 20 years slipped by in this manner. Counting carefully, Eldrin (Person Name) had not returned to his family for a full 5 100 years.

Upon his return to the Eastern Wastelands (Location), he discovered the Myriad Ruins Continent (Location) had transformed beyond recognition, stirring a tumult of emotions within his heart.

He still remembered the day he departed from the Eastern Wastelands, commanding the waters of the boundless marshes to flow into the Vast Sea, suppressing the mantle plumes of the infernal prison's fiery abyss.

Now, after several 100 years, with the joint efforts of multiple Nascent Soul Dao Lords from the Chen Family and Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) guiding the process with a sixth-grade, superior-quality Sea-Calming Divine Pearl, this monumental feat had been quietly accomplished.

Nowadays, the vast marshlands have transformed beyond recognition—where seas once raged now stand fertile fields. The former territories of the great demon emperors have vanished without a trace, replaced by countless spiritual mountains and lush lands. Numerous immortal clans have begun migrating into these newfound domains.

Correspondingly, the Myriad Ruins Continent (Location) had transformed into a mystical land of ice and fire.

Over the years, several continents including Heavenly Abode Continent (Location), Ji Province, and Tianxing Province have also been incorporated into the Myriad Ruins Continent (Location).

Within the vast expanse of the Myriad Ruins Continent (Location), the division between The Vast Sea (Location) and the Scorching Prison's Sea of Flames formed a subtle manifestation of the cosmic duality, where countless Dao patterns lay concealed.

Here, the forces of Yin and Yang intertwined in perfect harmony. This celestial paradise was founded upon 2 supreme earth veins shaped by the primordial forces of heaven and earth, then refined through the transcendent artistry of a Daoist terrestrial immortal.

The Infernal Prison of Blazing Fire and The Vast Sea (Location) formed a duality of opposing forces, perpetually converging the primordial energies of heaven, earth, water, and fire to take shape.

Over time, the spiritual energy within this Sea of Flaming Prisons will grow increasingly abundant. 1 day, it may become the unparalleled supreme celestial sanctuary unique to the Violet Realm.

Gazing upon the Myriad Ruins Continent (Location) before him, Eldrin (Person Name) couldn't help but murmur to himself, a flicker of joy crossing his expression.

Though the method to reshape the Myriad Ruins Continent (Location) was conceived by him, it was actually the old patriarch and Lyra (Person Name), these Dao Lords of the family, who carried out the specific operations.

Their ability to reach such heights today demonstrates their profound comprehension of the Dao of Formation Patterns and their remarkable insight into the momentum of heaven and earth, which can truly be described as masterful.

"Husband."

“Eldrin (Person Name)。”

Just as a flicker of joy arose in Eldrin’s heart, he spotted several figures of transcendent grace treading through the air. Lifting his gaze, he recognized them as Lyra, Yan Zijī, and the others.

Eldrin (Person Name) gave a slight nod and said with a smile, "Let's discuss this further after we return."

The Dao Lord was a figure of such stature that with each step he took, the very heavens and earth would spin and shift. In the blink of an eye, he traversed tens of millions of miles through the void, as though stepping into an entirely new realm.

Returning to Spirit Lake Isle, the several of them lingered in tender intimacy, somewhat easing the longing accumulated over hundreds of years. Only then did Eldrin, holding the celestial beauty in his arms, ask, "Has anything occurred with the clan's keys over these years?"

"Though it wasn't exactly smooth sailing, at least no major troubles arose."

Lyra nestled in his embrace and couldn't help but smile as she began recounting the family affairs over these years.

As the most powerful Daoist sanctuary in the Violet Realm, the Chen Clan had flourished remarkably over the past several centuries.

Amidst the changes the Chen Family had undergone over the years, the most pivotal gains were undoubtedly the Inferno Abyss of Flames and The Vast Sea (Location).

The current Blazing Inferno Abyss, empowered by the Purple Realm Mantle Plume, has accumulated the most astonishing subterranean fire vein energy between heaven and earth. Its grade is not far from that of a near-immortal-grade fire vein.

The Vast Sea (Location), having absorbed the aqueous primordial energy of the Boundless Marshes, has now become the second largest inland lake in the Violet Realm, with its spiritual grade reaching the upper tier of the sixth rank.

The fire vein of the Blazing Prison Inferno, the water vein of The Vast Sea (Location)...

After listening, Eldrin (Person Name) couldn't help but murmur to himself.

After a long while, his brow furrowed slightly as he murmured thoughtfully, "To cultivate my Primordial Chaos Indestructible Body to perfection, I require 5 top-grade Sixth-Order Primordial Veins of the 5 Elements to replenish the elemental energies."

"Now it seems I must find a way to obtain a sixth-rank, superior-grade Gold Element Primordial Vein, a Wood Element Primordial Vein, and an Earth Element Primordial Vein, then arrange them into the 5 Elements Primordial Chaos Formation."

5 sixth-grade, top-tier ancestral veins?

Upon hearing this, the ladies frowned slightly. Seraphina Qu (Person Name) grasped his arm with her slender hand and couldn't help but sigh wryly, "Given the current foundation of the Violet Realm, nurturing 3 more top-grade Rank-6 ancestral veins would be exceptionally challenging."

"Moreover, only methods at the Immortal level could possibly seize the creation of heaven and earth, alter the course of the 5 Elements, and artificially forge such a leyline where all 5 Elements coexist."

"And so it was."

Eldrin also nodded upon hearing this. With his current abilities, he was still incapable of forcibly shaping 5 sixth-grade, upper-tier earth veins.

However, after a brief calculation, his eyes suddenly lit up as he said, "Perhaps there is still a sliver of hope."

Lila was slightly taken aback and couldn't resist asking, "What do you mean by that?"

Post-Heavenly Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root).

Eldrin murmured under his breath before declaring with unwavering resolve, "The few Heaven and Earth Spiritual Roots nurtured by our clan are truly heaven-defying marvels—supreme treasures born from the primordial essence of the world itself."

Should he advance even further, he would be able to step into the ranks of the later Heavenly Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root).

Hearing this, everyone was momentarily taken aback before expressions of delight dawned on their faces.

The Post-Heavenly Spiritual Root, also known as the Supreme Immortal Root, was considered a priceless treasure even in the eyes of immortals.

Even a Ninth Heaven Immortal, upon finding a single stalk, would carefully plant it within their own Dao Field, treasuring it as a supreme treasure for cultivation.

Such a divine immortal artifact naturally possessed wondrous functions far beyond the mundane. A mere overflow of its vital energy could artificially create a sixth-order Wood Element Primordial Vein.

At this thought, Qing Ji couldn’t help but nod and said, “If that’s the case, then in the future, only the Golden Primordial Vein and the Earth-Attribute Primordial Vein will remain to be sought after.”

"Precisely so."

Eldrin nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "However, it seems the time has not yet come for the Golden Primordial Vein and the Earth-Attributed Primordial Vein. We must wait a while longer."

"Fate has yet to arrive?" A faint crease appeared between Lyra's brows. After a moment's contemplation, she said, "We cannot rely solely on fate. Perhaps it is time we began planning to harness the golden earth vein beneath the Heaven's Spine Mountains."

"Alas..."

Eldrin (Person Name) gave a slight nod and smiled faintly, "Then make the arrangements. Select a few suitable candidates from our clan to attempt cultivating the Ascendant Meridian-Forging Art."

The matter was thus settled. Eldrin asked, "Over these years, how have the younger generation of our family been progressing in their cultivation?"

Speaking of the younger generation of the clan, Lyra (Person Name) remarked with a tinge of complexity, "Among our descendants and disciples, Gu Lanshan, Chen Fusu, and Lu Wenyuan have all successively broken through to the Nascent Soul stage over these past few 100 years."

Ye Qingfeng’s ambitions were far grander, yet he remained stuck at the Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm).

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain range, howling like countless vengeful spirits. Snowflakes danced wildly in the air, blanketing the jagged peaks in a layer of pristine white. At the summit of the highest mountain, a solitary figure sat cross-legged upon a massive bluestone, motionless as if carved from ice. Lin Feng had been meditating here for 3 full years. His black robes were tattered, his long hair matted with frost, yet his eyes remained closed in deep concentration. The spiritual energy around him swirled like an invisible vortex, causing the falling snow to veer away before touching his robes. "Finally..." Lin Feng's eyelids fluttered open, his pupils flashing with a faint golden light. "The ninth level of the Frozen Soul Art is complete." He slowly rose, joints cracking like popping beans after years of immobility. With a casual wave of his hand, the accumulated snow and ice covering him vanished instantly, revealing sharp, angular features that seemed carved by time itself. Suddenly, a crimson streak shot across the sky, piercing through the blizzard like a blazing meteor. It circled once above the mountain peak before descending toward Lin Feng. "A messenger talisman?" Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, catching the glowing crimson slip between his fingers. As his spiritual sense probed it, a familiar voice echoed in his mind: "Junior Brother Lin, the 7 Sects Tournament begins in 10 days. The Sect Master orders your immediate return." The message was brief, but Lin Feng's expression shifted slightly. "Has it already been 30 years?" He gazed into the distance where the snow-capped mountains stretched endlessly like sleeping silver dragons. Countless memories surfaced in his mind—of first entering the cultivation world, of obtaining the Frozen Soul Art by chance, of his master's final words before passing... "Master, you said this cultivation technique was incomplete and warned me not to practice it recklessly." Lin Feng murmured to himself, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "But what choice did I have? With my mediocre talent, this was my only chance to reach the Foundation Establishment realm." He took a deep breath, the icy spiritual energy filling his lungs like countless tiny needles. Ordinary Qi Condensation cultivators would have had their meridians frozen by such energy, but after cultivating the Frozen Soul Art to perfection, this extreme cold felt as comfortable as a warm spring to him. "Since the sect has summoned me, it's time to return." Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. "But first, I need to retrieve that thing." His figure blurred, transforming into a streak of light that shot toward a distant valley. The snow beneath his feet barely stirred—after 3 years of bitter cultivation, his movement technique had reached perfection. Soon, he arrived before a hidden ice cave concealed behind a frozen waterfall. The cave entrance was covered by thick layers of ice, but with a gentle push from Lin Feng, the ice shattered, revealing a dark passage. Deep within the cave, on a stone platform, lay a palm-sized black sword. Its surface was covered in intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with a faint glow. The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). This was the magical treasure his master had left him, said to have been forged from Li Fire Iron found at the bottom of the Returning Abyss. For 30 years, Lin Feng hadn't dared to use it, fearing he lacked sufficient cultivation to control it. "Now... it's time." Lin Feng reached out, his fingers gently brushing the cold sword body. The moment his spiritual energy touched the sword, the black sword trembled violently, emitting a clear chime that echoed through the cave. Crimson patterns lit up across its surface like flowing lava. A tremendous power surged into Lin Feng's body, so immense it threatened to tear his meridians apart. But the Frozen Soul Art automatically activated, its icy spiritual energy wrapping around the fiery power, slowly merging the 2 opposing forces. After the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Lin Feng finally opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them. "So this is the power of a magical treasure..." He flicked his finger, and the black sword shrank to the size of a needle, slipping into his sleeve. "With this, I should be able to hold my own in the 7 Sects Tournament." Without further delay, Lin Feng shot out of the ice cave, transforming into a streak of light that headed straight for the distant Horizon Sect. Below, countless mountains flashed by. Occasionally, spiritual beasts would look up at the passing light, but none dared approach—the aura Lin Feng now emitted made them instinctively wary. After flying for nearly a day, a magnificent mountain range finally appeared on the horizon. Countless pavilions and palaces dotted the peaks, shrouded in swirling clouds and mist. Rainbows crisscrossed the sky, with cultivators riding swords or magical treasures shuttling back and forth. The Horizon Sect. Lin Feng's expression remained calm, but a flicker of emotion passed through his eyes. After 30 years, he had finally returned. Just as he was about to descend, several figures rose from below, blocking his path. The leader, a young man in blue robes, spoke coldly: "Who goes there? This is Horizon Sect territory. State your business."