Chapter 939. West Sea Cultivation World

"Remember, the Zephyr God Ridge may harbor methods of the Demon God. Once you enter, cultivation is secondary—your foremost priority must be self-preservation..."

Xunfeng Patriarch spoke slowly, his voice gradually lowering.

By the time he finished giving his instructions, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed until not a trace of breath remained.

"Senior..."

Eldrin's heart trembled,

Yet his throat felt somewhat parched.

For 60 1000 years, Patriarch Xunfeng had endured the torment of the demonic curse day and night. Compounded by his life force having long been depleted to its absolute limit, by all reasoning, he should have perished tens of thousands of years ago.

The sole reason this wisp of remnant will has endured to this day is to find a sanctuary for the legacy of the Zephyrwind Divine Peaks, and to seek 1 who can restore the lineage of the Zephyrwind Divine Peaks.

At long last, he had found Eldrin (Person Name), and with his final wish fulfilled, he peacefully drew his last breath.

He slowly bowed to the Eldrin of the Swift Gale.

Eldrin gathered the various ancient scriptures before stepping out of the mountain abode.

The Taoist Mingyuan had been waiting outside the cave abode for a long time. Upon seeing Eldrin (Person Name), he inquired, "Does the Senior have any instructions for our sacred Dao Palace?"

"Gone."

Eldrin shook his head, his gaze lingering on the cave abode with complex emotions before he spoke: "However, the Dao Palace Sacred Land remains the foremost sacred ground in this realm. I have come this time hoping to incidentally exchange for a few treasures."

"Since a fellow Daoist has personally made the request, our Sacred Dao Palace naturally cannot refuse."

Daoist Mingyuan smiled faintly and proceeded to exchange several urgently needed spiritual objects with Eldrin (Person Name).

After acquiring some Pure Yang materials for setting up formations from the Dao Palace Sanctuary, along with a sixth-tier Void Gem (Spiritual Object), Eldrin (Person Name) did not linger any longer at the sanctuary.

He returned to the Eastern Wastelands (Location) and began to contemplate the Ancient Sutra of the Xun Wind.

According to the teachings of the Cyclonic Wind Ancient Scripture,

To gain control over the Eye of the Xun Wind,

40-9 formation banners must be forged to deploy the Sevenfold Cyclone Abyss-Sinking Grand Formation,

Only then could the Eye of the Xun Wind be permanently anchored upon the Xun Wind Divine Mountain.

However, these 40-9 formation banners were no ordinary objects,

Among them, 40-2 were secondary array eyes.

Only formation flags of the upper-grade spirit treasure level will suffice.

However, the 7 formation flags serving as the primary array eyes all required pure yang-grade spirit wood and silk from sixth-rank pure yang spirit silkworms to refine.

可是六阶的纯阳蚕丝天下罕见，紫界之中仅有一处能够产出，那就是西海修仙界的妖族霸主‘玄玉神蚕’。

That Mysterious Jade Divine Silkworm had attained the Dao for over 20,000 years, having long been 1 of the supreme powerhouses among the demon race of the Violet Realm. It was said that just 300 years ago, it had cultivated to the Eighth Level of the Primordial Spirit.

The status and standing of such a supreme expert are truly extraordinary. For many years now, they have been unwilling to part with the 'Mystic Jade Divine Silkworm Thread'. If anyone else were to attempt this, it is doubtful they could procure a sufficient quantity.

Moreover, this individual had once fled the Battle of the Heavenly Horizon Pavilion, and for Eldrin (Person Name), this was also an old score to settle.

Given the importance of this matter, Eldrin did not delay excessively and decided to personally journey to the Western Sea Cultivation Realm. There, he would seek out the Mystic Jade Divine Silkworm to obtain the Mystic Jade Divine Silk, while also settling the unresolved affairs from years past.

With his current cultivation base, Eldrin (Person Name) could pierce through hundreds of millions of miles of void in an instant, arriving at the realm beyond countless rivers and mountains.

He soared through the skies, traversing the Central Ancestral Domain and the Western Polar Sands Domain in merely a few days' time, before arriving at the Divine Silkworm Island within the Western Sea Cultivation Realm.

Ever since tens of thousands of years ago,

After the Outer Realm Demon Gods sealed the Xunwind Divine Ridge with the 7 Demon God Pillars, the circulation of heaven and earth spiritual energy in the Violet Realm suffered a devastating blow.

With the Eastern Wastelands (Location) at its heart, the further 1 traveled westward, the more the ambient spiritual energy grew sparse.

Taking the Western Extremity Desert of Flowing Sands as an example,

Now, the vast Western Expanse of Shifting Sands was largely engulfed in swirling yellow dust, its air thick with turbid energy and parched desolation. Forget the spiritual qi all living beings yearned for—even the faintest trace of moisture had become a rare sight.

Only the scattered oases, empowered by the Spirit Gathering Formation (Formation) and water convergence arrays, managed to gather faint traces of spiritual energy and moisture, forming rare cultivation havens.

Compared to the Eastern Wastelands where demon beasts roam wild across the wilderness, it is no exaggeration to call the Western Extremity Eternal Sands Domain utterly desolate.

However, after Eldrin (Person Name) arrived at the Western Sea Cultivation Realm, he realized that compared to this place, the Western Extremity Eternal Sands Region could still be considered a rather favorable land.

The Western Sea cultivation realm, renowned as 1 of the 4 Seas of the Violet Realm, possessed water elemental energy far inferior to that of the Eastern and Southern Seas. Even compared to the Nether Sea that Eldrin (Person Name) had witnessed, it might not hold any advantage.

The fundamental reason was the drastic transformation that had occurred in the Violet Realm following the eruption of the Cataclysm of the Demon Abyss.

Now, the Violet Realm's sky tilts toward the northwest, while the earth sinks in the southeast. As a result, the waters of the Western Sea flow eastward, with the majority pouring into the Northern and Southern Sea cultivation realms, ultimately converging in the Eastern Wastelands (Location) and the Eastern Sea cultivation realm.

It was precisely for this reason that the Netherworld Ancestor sought to establish his foundation in the Nethersea, artificially forging the fifth sea of the Violet Realm.

In stark contrast, the Water Elemental power of the Western Sea had drastically diminished, and along with it, both spiritual energy and vital qi had become a mere shadow of their former abundance.

Thus, in the current cultivation world of the Western Sea, spiritual energy has been depleted in many regions. Across tens of thousands of miles, 1 might not even find a single low-grade spirit vein.

The entire Western Sea cultivation world boasted only 2 Nascent Soul Dao Lords—1 was the human race's Nascent Soul Dao Lord, while the other was the Xuan Yu Demon Ancestor who dominated over half of its territories.

And the Profound Jade Divine Island, where the Profound Jade Divine Silkworm Demon Ancestor resided, was the very heart of the Western Sea cultivation world.

Eldrin soared across the boundless void until he arrived before the Mystic Jade Divine Isle. With a tranquil expression, he spoke calmly, "Donghuang Guixu requests an audience. I ask that you swiftly join me for a discussion, Divine Silkworm Brother."

Abyssal Depths...

The Profound Jade Divine Isle trembled slightly as a man in violet robes instantly flew forth, his expression profoundly grave. "So it is the revered Daoist Guixu in person. My apologies for the lack of proper courtesy."

Seeing the Mystic Jade Divine Silkworm emerge, Eldrin’s expression darkened.

With a frosty expression and a slight chill in his pupils, he remarked coldly, "During the cataclysm at the Demon Abyss, in the battle at the Ends of the Earth Pavilion, I don't seem to recall seeing you there, Brother Xuan Yu."

"Damn it all!"

The Profound Jade Divine Silkworm’s heart skipped a beat, a sudden chill prickling every hair on its body.

In that great battle of the past, influenced by the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor, the majority of Nascent Soul Dao Lords from the demon and monster races of the Violet Realm chose to stand by as onlookers.

As the overlord of the Western Sea cultivation realm, he knew that if the heavens fell, the other domains would bear the brunt first, leaving him to face calamity last. Thus, he naturally chose to stand by and do nothing.

Little did I expect Eldrin to seek me out today—it seems he’s come to settle scores after the harvest.

At that thought, Xuan Yu Shen Can (Spirit Beast) felt his heart sink. He knew that under the Yin Yang Void Mirror, there was no possibility of escape. Resigned, he conceded, "In the battle of old, I truly faltered in the face of combat."

"Now that Brother Guixu has come seeking me, I hope you will grant me an opportunity to atone. I am willing to contribute to the Blood War."

"Hmph!" Eldrin snorted coldly, flicking his sleeve dismissively. "Very well, I shall grant you this chance to atone for your transgressions through meritorious service."

"Surrender all the Pure Yang Silkworm Thread in your possession to me, then stand guard in the Eastern Sea cultivation realm for 3 1000 years, and I shall spare your life."

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of frozen earth and spiritual herbs. A solitary figure stood atop the highest cliff, his white robes fluttering like a crane's wings against the gathering storm clouds. "Eldrin, your arrogance ends today!" A thunderous voice echoed through the valley as another cultivator materialized mid-air, his feet treading upon swirling spiritual energy. The white-robed cultivator merely smiled, his fingers tracing ancient runes in the air. "Fellow Daoist Ming, do you truly believe your newly-acquired cultivation base can challenge my 32,000 years of training?" With a flick of his wrist, Eldrin summoned the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss, its blade shimmering with crimson energy that seemed to drink the very light from the surroundings. The weapon hummed with power, its edge sharper than a dragon's claw. Ming's face darkened. "You dare mock me? I've spent over a 100 years preparing for this moment!" He produced a jade bottle, swallowing a dozen or so glowing pills that immediately caused his aura to expand violently. The sky darkened as tribulation clouds gathered. Countless lightning serpents danced within the thunderheads, their electric forms illuminating the mountain range that had stood for thousands of years. Eldrin's expression remained serene. "Your reliance on external aids will be your downfall, Ming. True power comes from within." He raised his sword, and the very air seemed to still. For 1 100 years he had waited for this confrontation, meditating in isolation while the mortal world changed beyond recognition. Ming launched his attack first, sending nearly a 1000 phantom blades shooting toward Eldrin. Each blade carried enough energy to level a mountain, their collective force distorting the space around them. But Eldrin simply smiled, his form blurring as he executed the Ninth Heaven Steps. "You have much to learn about true cultivation, my friend." The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss burst into brilliant flames, its edge cutting through the phantom blades like they were mere illusions. The resulting shockwave sent spiritual energy rippling across the valley, causing ancient trees to bow and distant waterfalls to flow backward. Ming staggered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Impossible! My cultivation base... it's..." "Merely a temporary boost from those Spirit Enhancement Pills," Eldrin finished for him, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of countless battles. "True strength cannot be bottled or purchased. It must be earned through hardship and enlightenment." As the last of the phantom blades dissipated, Eldrin lowered his sword. "Leave now, and I shall spare your life. The path of cultivation is long - there is no need to end your journey here today." But Ming's eyes burned with stubborn pride. "Never! I'd rather die than accept defeat!" The tribulation lightning chose that moment to strike, its brilliant forks targeting both cultivators equally. The heavens cared not for mortal rivalries - it only tested those who dared challenge its laws. Eldrin sighed, raising his sword to meet the heavenly punishment head-on. Some lessons, it seemed, could only be learned through near-destruction.