Chapter 937 Xunfeng Patriarch

Illusory laws swirled around his form, each wisp containing the power to cleave heaven and earth.

A Demi-immortal?

Eldrin murmured, then shook his head with unwavering certainty. "No, this is a half-immortal whose physical body has completely perished, with only a single thread of obsession remaining within their divine soul."

"Yes."

Daoist Mingyuan nodded, then cupped his hands in salute toward the deceased half-immortal before speaking. "This senior before us was the final patriarch of the bygone Xunwind Divine Peaks—the revered Xunwind Ancestor."

Elder Xunfeng, whose cultivation once touched the very fabric of creation, had nearly crossed the threshold of immortality with half a step. Having lived for over 60,000 years, he was likely the most ancient figure among all humankind in the present Violet Realm.

"Over 60 1000 years?"

Eldrin (Person Name) felt a jolt of shock in his heart, unable to suppress a flicker of astonishment in his expression.

This Elder Xunfeng had lived for over 60,000 years, making him a living fossil even in the annals of human history—a lifespan that nearly surpassed the limits of imagination for many human cultivators.

That peerless genius of the Chen family, the 1 with the Yi Wood Dao Body (Spiritual Root), I'm afraid even if he cultivates to the Nascent Soul Realm, without special life-extending opportunities, he might not surpass the lifespan of the 1 before us.

"I am but a dying man clinging to the last flicker of life—how could I possibly claim to have attained such profound mastery of the Dao?"

Just as Eldrin was struck with astonishment, an immensely ancient and weathered voice echoed from within the cave abode.

The gaunt figure slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the 2 individuals before lingering on Eldrin. A weathered smile graced his lips as he spoke, "For 60 1000 years I have waited in bitter solitude, until at last fate has delivered the 1 destined to quell the great calamity."

"The legacy of my Wind-Sovereign Divine Palace finally holds a glimmer of hope for restoration."

Eldrin’s brow twitched slightly as he inquired, “Might I ask what matter has prompted you to seek me out, Senior?”

Xunfeng Patriarch did not answer immediately, instead turning his gaze toward Mingyuan Daoren.

Understanding the implicit message, Daoist Mingyuan immediately cupped his hands and said, "Regarding the matter of introduction, this junior has completed his task and shall take his leave now."

After the departure of Daoist Mingyuan, Elder Xunfeng finally turned his gaze to Eldrin, his expression tinged with melancholy. "I know you have come to summon the Wind Tribulation," he said, "to gather the 3 Mystical Qi and forge the Chaos Dao Body."

"However, before that, perhaps you should also hear about the matters of the former Xun Feng Divine Ridge."

"You must understand, in the distant past tens of thousands of years ago, my Xunwind Divine Peaks stood as 1 of the most magnificent Dao Lord sacred lands across the Violet Realm, having successively produced 6 who attained the rank of Immortal..."

Eldrin remained silent, simply settling into a cross-legged position within the cavern abode. He poured a cup of tea for each of them and quietly listened as the Ancestor of Xun Wind began recounting tales of bygone eras.

It turned out that tens of thousands of years ago, the Zephyrwind Divine Peaks had been 1 of the overlords of the Eastern Wastelands in the Violet Realm. At that time, this lineage stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the Astral Palace, representing the 2 most formidable immortal legacies in the Eastern Wastelands.

In truth, during that era, every major realm within the Violet World possessed at least several immortal orthodoxies.

Such as the Endless Sea Pavilion and Myriad Tribulation Thunder Mountain in the East Sea cultivation world, the Dao Palace Sacred Land and Li Fire Hall in the South Ridge cultivation world, as well as the Divine Water Palace and Glazed Jade Palace in the South Sea cultivation world.

Among these immortal forces, the Eldrin Ridge stood as 1 of the most resplendent existences.

This lineage commanded the near-immortal-grade Xunwind Earth Vein, gathering the vital energies of heaven and earth's Xunwind. It had produced 6 immortals who cultivated the laws of wind dao, ranking among the most ancient legacies of the Violet Realm.

Yet precisely because of his power, he naturally drew even fiercer assaults from the Eldrin.

After the great Demonic Abyss Cataclysm of old, of the 6 supreme immortal treasures that stabilized the primordial qi of the Violet Realm, 3 self-destructed during that very battle, 1 tore through the void and departed, while the remaining 2 were suppressed by the Outer Realm Demonic Gods at tremendous cost.

Among them, the immortal treasure that tore through the void and departed was none other than ‘Xun Wind Bell’(Magic Treasure)—the ultimate guardian artifact of the Xun Wind Divine Ridge lineage.

In that great battle of ages past, the Zephyr Chime Bell was nearly half-destroyed. After tens of thousands of years, it still hasn't reemerged in the world—most likely still drifting through the boundless starry skies.

Now, it's uncertain how much his injuries have healed, and there's no guarantee he will return for another battle.

In the subsequent Demonic Abyss Cataclysm, as the strongest sacred ground in the Eastern Wilderness cultivation world, the Zephyrwind Divine Peaks naturally endured countless assaults from the extradimensional demon gods.

Approximately 50,000 years ago, an extraterrestrial demon god refined the suppressed Violet Realm immortal treasure, using it to tear through the void and reignite the war against the Violet Realm.

In that great war, the Eastern Sea cultivation realm suffered a complete collapse. The armies under the command of the Outer Realm Demonic God pressed forward to the gates of the Zephyr Divine Ridge, where they engaged in an all-out battle against the united forces of humans, demons, and monsters from the Violet Realm.

In this battle, the human race leveraged the favorable terrain of the Zephyrwind Divine Ridge to severely cripple the extraterrestrial army. Yet this victory ultimately provoked the boundless wrath of the Outer Realm Demonic Gods.

The Calamity Demon God spared no cost and struck with full force, completely shattering the Xunwind Divine Ridge and impaling 7 Demon God Pillars upon its peak.

Those 7 Demon God Pillars had pierced through the Xunwind Divine Ridge, their overwhelmingly tyrannical law power severing the cosmic forces, disrupting the cyclical flow of Purple Realm's Xunwind energy.

From that day forth, the Zi Realm never again gave birth to a sixth-order wind-attributed earth vein. The Xunwind Divine Ridge, that peerless forbidden land unique to the Zi Realm, thus fell into complete ruin and devastation.

"In ancient times, the Demon God pinned down the Xunwind Divine Ridge with 7 celestial pillars, as if driving 7 nails into the very heart of the Violet Realm."

From that moment on, the circulation rate of vital energy within the Violet Realm drastically slowed. It became increasingly difficult to draw upon the void energy from the endless void to replenish its own essence. Consequently, the concentration of spiritual energy gradually began to diminish.

Elder Xunfeng spoke in a measured tone, his face etched with profound sorrow as he sighed, "Moreover, those 7 celestial pillars have been tainted by a dreadful law-curse cast by the extraterrestrial demon gods."

"As long as those 7 Celestial Pillars stand, every cultivator of our Zephyrwind Divine Ridge lineage shall remain bound by the curse of the Demon God Pillars. Even those who survive will endure excruciating torment day and night."

Back in the day, I fought desperately despite severe injuries, barely managing to escape with a portion of the foundational treasures of the Zephyrwind Divine Peaks, all in hopes of preserving the legacy of its doctrine.

At this point, black tears of blood streamed from the eyes of the Eldrin.

With a visage contorted in agony and profound sorrow, he uttered in despair, "To completely break this curse, there is but 1 path—the utter destruction of the 7 Celestial Pillars."

"Thus I beseech you to aid this old man in uprooting the 7 Celestial Pillars, that we may reestablish the orthodoxy of my Whirlwind Divine Peaks."

Demon God Heavenly Pillar...

After Eldest Wind finished speaking, Eldrin murmured to himself, a faint sigh coloring his expression.

The lineage of the Xunwind Divine Peaks could truly be called 1 of hardship. Wind Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) cultivators were inherently rare between heaven and earth, and the cultivation methods of this lineage were even more exceptionally scarce.

Now that the sole Wind Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) cultivator's lineage has been afflicted with such a curse, it is no wonder that for tens of thousands of years, the Violet Realm has produced no Wind Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) cultivators beyond the Nascent Soul stage.

At this thought, Eldrin mused thoughtfully, "If the 7 celestial pillars could be removed, the vital energy cycle of the Violet Realm would gradually restore itself. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth, along with the power of the 5 elemental earth veins, would steadily increase."

"Such a meritorious deed for all living beings under heaven, even if you had not spoken of it, this junior would have undertaken it without hesitation."

"However, the methods of the Outer Realm Demons are extraordinary. Those 7 Demon God Pillars serve to suppress the circulation of heaven and earth's spiritual energy—they likely won't be easily dismantled."

Chapter 1: The Reborn Prodigy The biting cold pierced deep into the bones. Chu Yunting's consciousness gradually surfaced from the abyss of darkness. The first thing she felt was this soul-deep chill, followed by waves of excruciating pain assaulting her entire being. She struggled to open her eyes, only to find herself lying in a simple yet elegant bedchamber. The carved wooden bed and light gauze curtains all appeared strangely familiar yet distant. "This is... the guest quarters of the Chu Family's main residence?" She murmured softly, a flicker of disbelief passing through her beautiful eyes. She clearly remembered that in order to break through to the Divine Transformation Stage, she had recklessly challenged the 9 Heavens Divine Tribulation. In the end, her soul was shattered by the heavenly lightning, and she should have perished completely. How could she... Suddenly, a flood of memories surged into her mind. After a long time, Chu Yunting finally revealed a bitter smile. So it turned out that she hadn't died, but had instead returned to 3 100 years ago, to the time when she was 16 years old. At this moment, she was still the eldest daughter of the Chu Family's collateral branch, a girl with mediocre talent who was ridiculed by the entire cultivation world for failing to build her Foundation even at 16. "Since the heavens have given me another chance, I, Chu Yunting, will definitely rewrite everything in this life!" A sharp glint flashed in her eyes. In her previous life, she had relied on her own efforts to advance step by step, eventually becoming the youngest Divine Transformation Stage cultivator in the history of the cultivation world. Now, reborn with the memories and cultivation insights from her previous life, what difficulties could possibly hinder her? "Yunting, are you awake?" A gentle female voice came from outside the door. Chu Yunting composed herself. "Come in, Aunt." The door was pushed open, and a graceful woman in her thirties walked in. It was Chu Yunting's aunt, Chu Wanying. Chu Wanying looked at her with concern. "The family competition is about to begin. The Patriarch has ordered that all disciples under 20 must participate. I know your cultivation is... but you still need to go through the motions." Chu Yunting nodded calmly. "Don't worry, Aunt, I understand." She naturally remembered this family competition. It was precisely because of her poor performance in this competition that she was assigned to manage a remote shop far away, thus beginning her difficult wandering journey. But this time, things would be different. After seeing Chu Wanying off, Chu Yunting sat cross-legged on the bed, beginning to inspect her body. As expected, her meridians were clogged, and her dantian showed no signs of vital energy. No wonder she was called a cultivation waste. However, this little problem was nothing in the eyes of Chu Yunting, who possessed the memories of a Divine Transformation Stage cultivator. She closed her eyes and focused, circulating the Heaven Swallowing Art (Top-Grade Cultivation Method) that she had accidentally obtained in her previous life. This cultivation method was incredibly mysterious. In her previous life, she had only obtained it after reaching the Nascent Soul Stage. Now, practicing it from the Qi Refining Stage would undoubtedly yield even more miraculous effects. As the technique circulated, the surrounding spiritual energy began to gather towards her frantically. If anyone were present, they would be shocked to discover that the speed at which Chu Yunting absorbed spiritual energy was dozens of times faster than that of an ordinary Qi Refining Stage cultivator! Time passed slowly. When Chu Yunting opened her eyes again, 2 beams of purple light shot out from them, startlingly vivid. "First level of Qi Refining." She showed a satisfied smile. In just 2 hours, she had directly stepped into the threshold of Qi Refining. Such a speed would be unimaginable for any so-called genius. Moreover, due to the special nature of the Heaven Swallowing Art, the spiritual power within her body was exceptionally pure, far surpassing that of ordinary Qi Refining Stage first-level cultivators. "Next, it's time to prepare for the family competition." A meaningful smile curled at the corner of Chu Yunting's mouth. In this life, she would no longer be the ugly duckling ridiculed by everyone. Instead, she would use this family competition to announce her stunning return to the entire cultivation world! She stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the distant mountains. The setting sun cast its afterglow, dyeing half the sky red. Chu Yunting's gaze was as deep as the starry sky. "The path of cultivation is long and arduous. In this life, I will definitely reach the pinnacle and witness the ultimate path!"