Chapter 938 Calming Wind Pearl

"Indeed, that is the case."

Eldrin nodded, then sighed deeply. "For tens of thousands of years in the Violet Realm, there have been numerous exceptionally gifted cultivators who attempted to destroy the Demon God Pillars and break the array sealing the primordial qi of heaven and earth—a formation cast by the extraterrestrial demons."

"Yet all of them were defeated."

"Oh?" Eldrin frowned slightly between his brows before inquiring, "The Jiang Emperor is a Ninth Heaven Immortal—why has even he not succeeded?"

With the cultivation base of Emperor Jiang, he was naturally capable of extracting the Demon God Pillar,

However, he had given up on this course of action.

Eldrin shook his head, his expression growing profoundly grave as he spoke.

As he narrated in a measured and compelling tone, Eldrin gradually came to understand the terrifying nature of the Demon God’s Heavenly Pillar…

It turned out that the position of Xunwind Divine Ridge was crucial, as it governed the intricate circulation of heaven and earth spiritual qi within the Violet Realm. Once fully restored, it would gradually revive the realm's primordial energy.

Even if the various earth veins across the Violet Realm shattered completely, as long as the Gale God Ridge remained, the realm's spiritual energy would gradually restore itself with the passage of time.

Nowadays, top-grade Pure Yang earth veins in the Violet Realm have become exceedingly rare.

Sixth-rank, superior-grade pure yang spiritual materials had mostly vanished without a trace,

This was also closely related to the destruction of the Xunwind Divine Range.

The Extraterrestrial Demon God, fearing that the human race might restore the Xunwind Divine Ridge, laid multiple contingencies using 7 Demon God Pillars.

First, each of those 7 devil god pillars weighed over a 100 million jun, heavier than a vast continent. Even a half-immortal exerting their full strength could barely lift just 1 of them.

Moreover, the 7 Demon God Pillars were interconnected. To pull out a single 1 meant bearing the weight of all 7 simultaneously, which required gathering 7 Demigod Ancestors (Cultivation Realm) to accomplish the task.

Second, the Outer Realm Demon God used the 7 Demon God Pillars as its core, intercepting the power of the Xun wind that had accumulated for tens of thousands of years, thus forming the most terrifying Xun Wind Eye in the Violet World.

The extraterrestrial demon god used this Xun wind power as a foundation to lay down an utterly terrifying curse,

Once the 7 Celestial Pillars were raised,

Within the formation, the Eye of the Xunwind accumulated over tens of thousands of years would engulf the entire realm.

That Xun wind power eroded the very soul and marrow,

If it were allowed to erupt completely, it would likely affect over half of the Eastern Wastelands (Location).

By then, the entire Eastern Wastelands (Location) would be reshuffled completely. I fear that whether it be humans or demons, plants or trees, winged creatures or beasts,

Anyone whose cultivation realm did not exceed the Foundation Establishment stage would likely have their flesh and bones instantly scattered to dust by the power of the Xun Wind.

Such a terrifying Xun Wind Cataclysm would likely take at least a 1000 years to barely quell. Whoever dares to interfere will inevitably incur immense karmic retribution.

For this very reason, not only the various Demigod Ancestors (Cultivation Realm) of the Violet Realm, but even a transcendent immortal like Jiang Huang had to hold back for fear of damaging other things, ultimately refraining from taking action against him.

After listening, Eldrin (Person Name) spoke with an extremely grave expression, "These 7 Demon God Pillars are far too heavy. Even with my abilities, I fear I lack the strength to pull them out."

"If that were all, it might be tolerable. But more importantly, the Eye of the Xun Wind is far too domineering. Even if I could uproot it, I wouldn’t dare provoke it."

"Rest assured, esteemed patron. I have invited you here precisely to subdue the Eye of the Xun Wind."

Eldrin spoke with an air of detachment, then drew an ancient scripture from his robes. "Though the Eye of the Howling Wind was forged by demonic gods, it remains a natural marvel born from the convergence of 30,000 years of cyclonic energies within the Violet Realm."

"If we can subdue it and deploy it with a formation atop the Gale Divine Ridge, then uproot the 7 Demon God Pillars, we might be able to gather the heaven-earth gale forces anew and restore the Gale Divine Ridge."

As Elder Xunfeng recounted the tale, a pensive expression surfaced on Eldrin's face.

After finishing his words, the Ancestor of Xun Wind handed the ancient scripture to Eldrin and said, "Our lineage of the Xun Wind Divine Peaks specializes in cultivating the supreme laws of the Wind Vein Dao.

Among the 6 founding masters, 4 had attained the Dao through the Law of Wind.

"In the path of the Gale Winds, our sect's immortal founder far surpasses even the extraterrestrial demon gods."

"This scripture is known as the 'Ancient Scripture of the Xun Wind,' an unparalleled ancient classic left behind by the Patriarch of old. Within its pages lies the method to subdue the Eye of the Xun Wind."

Eldrin took the ancient scripture and couldn't help but examine it carefully. After a long while, he drew a deep breath.

This Ancient Scripture of the Xun Wind was a supreme immortal classic left behind by the immortal patriarch of the Xun Wind lineage, 1 of the most priceless treasures within the Violet Realm.

With this scripture in hand, Eldrin could begin crafting various treasures, using an array formation to anchor the Eye of the Xun Wind atop the Divine Xun Wind Ridge.

Meanwhile, Eldrin could also draw insights from the cultivation methods of the Zephyrwind Divine Peaks to refine his own Primordial Chaos Indestructible Body. By harnessing the power of the Eye of Zephyrwind, he seized the momentum to advance his physical body cultivation to the Great Perfection realm.

When his physical body was fully cultivated to the Minor Perfection stage, and the Tri-Mystical Qi began to manifest within him, his physical strength would already rival that of the Eastern Sovereign.

When the time comes, pulling out the 7 Demon God Pillars would be a matter of course.

At this thought, Eldrin couldn't help but turn to the Ancestor of Xun Wind and ask, "Senior, you bestowed upon me the celestial scripture and aided me in subduing the Eye of Xun Wind. May I ask what you seek in return?"

"My heart's desire..."

Eldrin (Person Name) murmured softly, then sighed after a moment, "The Eldrin lineage has declined under my watch. Though the events of those years were not my fault, I've no words to face our ancestral masters through the ages."

"My only hope now is to restore the lineage of the Zephyr God's Peak and ensure our heritage endures. Only then may I rest with a smile in the netherworld."

At this point, he retrieved an exquisitely crafted miniature pavilion from his robes and handed it to Eldrin (Person Name).

"This is the Scripture Pavilion of my Xunwind Divine Peak. When I left the divine peak in the past, I lacked the strength to take away numerous treasures, and only had time to hastily secure the Scripture Pavilion."

"I hope that after the restoration of the Galecrest Divine Peaks, you can find suitable candidates to carry on the legacy of the Galecrest Divine Palace's Dao Path."

Eldrin remained silent for a long while. After what seemed an eternity, he finally accepted the Scripture Pavilion with both hands and sighed deeply. "Senior, rest assured. Once the Cyclone Divine Ridge sees daylight again, I will find a worthy successor for your lineage."

"In that case, my heart is at ease."

Elder Xunfeng let out a sigh of relief before speaking, "That Eye of the Howling Gales can corrode both soul and bone. Even a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) trapped within it would have their spirit scattered and essence obliterated in less than an hour."

"Though this old man is on the brink of death, I possess an object capable of subduing Xunwind."

As his words fell, a small cyan spirit pearl flew out from his hand.

But when the spiritual pearl emerged, ethereal threads of law and dao patterns coiled through the void, actually freezing all the aura between heaven and earth in place.

Xunfeng the Elder stared at the cyan spirit pearl, his expression tinged with profound reluctance as he said, "This artifact is named the Wind-Anchoring Pearl, a quasi-immortal treasure I fortuitously obtained by chance."

"He can stabilize the breath of heaven and earth, and subdue the evil miasma of the Xun wind—it is a rare Qimen spiritual treasure."

"Once you refine this artifact, you may cultivate within the Eye of the Xunwind. Should you sense even the slightest disturbance, immediately summon this treasure to withstand the Xunwind's power. It shall surely grant you a fleeting moment of respite."

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain ridge like countless invisible blades, whipping the snow into swirling vortexes. Lin Yan tightened his worn deerskin coat, his fingertips already numb from the cold as he clutched the herb-gathering basket. At 17 years of age, this was already his third year gathering herbs on Cangyun Mountain. "Just 1 more Blood Ginseng, just 1 more..." he murmured to himself through chattering teeth, his breath forming white puffs in the frigid air. The sect required each outer door disciple to gather 10 Blood Ginsengs every month—a nearly impossible task in this harsh winter. Suddenly, a faint crimson glow caught his eye from a cliffside crack 30 meters away. His heart leaped—that was unmistakably the glow of a mature Blood Ginseng! Scrambling across the icy rocks, he carefully made his way toward the cliff edge. Just as his fingers were about to touch the glowing herb, the ground beneath him gave way. With a thunderous roar, the snow-covered cliff collapsed, sending him tumbling down into the darkness below. When Lin Yan regained consciousness, he found himself in a hidden cave. Moonlight streamed through the newly opened hole above, illuminating the cavern with an ethereal glow. At the center of the cave sat a jade platform, upon which rested a crimson crystal emitting a warm, pulsating light. "Could this be... a cultivator's legacy?" His voice trembled with disbelief. He reached out and touched the crystal. In that instant, countless ancient symbols flooded his mind, followed by a resonant voice that seemed to echo from the depths of time: "Those destined to find this place shall inherit my life's work—the 9 Revolutions Nirvana Art. This technique contains 9 revolutions of death and rebirth. With each successful revolution, your cultivation shall increase tenfold. But be warned—failure at any stage will reduce your soul to ashes, with no chance of reincarnation." A surge of immense spiritual power coursed through his meridians, the pain so intense it felt like every vein was being torn apart. Yet when the agony subsided, he could clearly sense the spiritual energy between heaven and earth—something he had never experienced in his 3 years of basic cultivation. He bowed deeply toward the jade platform. "This junior thanks senior for the inheritance. May I ask for senior's esteemed name?" The voice echoed once more, now fainter: "Names are but fleeting clouds. If you truly master the 9 Revolutions Nirvana Art, we shall meet again at the peak of the heavenly path..." As the voice faded, the crimson crystal transformed into a beam of light and vanished between his brows. Lin Yan sensed a mysterious seal forming within his consciousness—the complete cultivation method of the 9 Revolutions Nirvana Art. Suddenly, urgent shouts came from outside the cave: "Lin Yan! Where are you? The inspection elder is taking roll call! If you're late again, you'll be punished with 10 lashes of the soul whip!" His expression shifted. Quickly storing the Blood Ginseng he had picked into his basket, he began climbing toward the cave entrance. But this time, his movements were noticeably more agile than before, his fingertips effortlessly finding purchase in the icy rock crevices. Back at the outer door disciples' assembly ground, hundreds of disciples in blue robes stood in neat rows. Elder Ming Fa, clad in black robes, was slowly walking before the crowd, his sharp gaze sweeping over each disciple like a hawk's. "All disciples present your monthly offerings!" Lin Yan calmly placed the 10 Blood Ginsengs into the jade plate. The elder's gaze paused briefly on him, a flicker of surprise in his eyes—this ordinary disciple had actually gathered 10 premium Blood Ginsengs? Just as the inspection was about to conclude, a tall disciple suddenly stepped forward and declared: "Reporting to Elder, I witnessed Lin Yan trespassing into the forbidden area of the back mountain!" The crowd erupted in murmurs. Entering the forbidden area without permission was a grave offense punishable by expulsion from the sect. Lin Yan's heart raced, but his expression remained calm. He knew this disciple—Zhang Hu, who had always bullied him for being an orphan. It seemed Zhang Hu had been secretly watching him all along. Elder Ming Fa's expression turned stern. "Lin Yan, is this true?" Facing the elder's oppressive gaze, Lin Yan took a deep breath and was about to respond when a clear voice interrupted from outside the crowd: "Elder, please forgive this intrusion." All eyes turned toward the source of the voice.