Chapter 940 Vajra Temple

"This..."

The face of the Mystic Jade Divine Silkwarp shifted through a spectrum of expressions. The Cataclysm of the Demonic Abyss erupted once every 1,000 years—guarding the Eastern Sea Cultivation World was, without a doubt, an exceedingly perilous undertaking.

However, he understood perfectly well that given Eldrin's current status, his personal arrival in the Western Sea Cultivation Realm and his opening statement left no room for negotiation whatsoever.

With no other choice, he revealed a pained expression and sighed softly, saying, "Since Your Excellency has personally spoken, I naturally have no grounds for refusal."

"I shall pack my belongings at once and set off for the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago tomorrow."

After tidying up, the Mystic Jade Divine Silkworm handed over the Mystic Jade Silk it had accumulated over many years to Eldrin (Person Name).

Eldrin took stock and found that this Profound Jade Silkworm Silk was neither too much nor too little—just barely enough to refine 7 formation flags.

"Perhaps it was the will of Heaven."

Eldrin murmured softly, then fell silent.

After collecting the treasure, Eldrin set off toward the Eastern Wastelands with the Mysterious Jade Divine Silkworm in tow.

The 2 traversed the boundless heavens and earth eastward, yet as they passed through the Western Extremity's Eternal Sands Domain, Eldrin furrowed his brow and involuntarily paused his steps for a moment.

In the boundless desert, a female Nascent Soul cultivator was fleeing for her life in desperation, while several Tantric Buddhist Nascent Soul cultivators clad in kasayas pursued her relentlessly.

"It's a monk from the Vajra Temple."

The Mystic Jade Divine Silkworm murmured, a flicker of understanding in her eyes, "I've heard that the Vajra Temple specializes in cultivating the Blissful Dharma. Most likely, they are capturing Vajra Maidens."

"Oh?"

Eldrin (Person Name) furrowed his brow slightly but said nothing more. With a flick of his sleeve, he transformed it into a sky-shrouding giant hand that suppressed the several Tantric Elders (Nascent Soul cultivators).

Witnessing the capture of the several powerful foes who had sought to apprehend her, the Nascent Soul female cultivator was instantly overcome with ecstatic joy. She promptly prostrated herself and declared, "This junior offers deepest gratitude for the life-saving grace of the Eldrin (Person Name)."

"There is no need for formalities."

Eldrin spoke softly, his gaze growing slightly cold as memories of the past at the Vajra Temple surfaced. "Why are they hunting you?"

"These monks..."

The female cultivator's heart swelled with excitement, just as she was about to speak.

But those Nascent Soul monks had yet to grasp the situation. Struggling fiercely within the Primordial Chaos Hand, their faces contorted with shock and fury as they exclaimed, "Luo Xuannt is our Vajra Temple’s Guardian Vajra Maiden! She has betrayed our temple without authorization!"

"We were merely following the command of the Divine Monk Jiumo to apprehend her. We beg the Patriarch to spare our lives."

"Venerable Monk Jiumo..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Xuannt felt a surge of fear, understanding the veiled threat in their words. For a moment, she dared not speak recklessly.

"In the presence of this venerable 1, what right do you have to speak?"

Eldrin, however, let out a cold snort. With a slight exertion from his Primordial Chaos Giant Hand, he crushed the bodies of several Nascent Soul monks until their flesh split apart, instantly inflicting grievous injuries upon them.

A lethal threat surged in their hearts. Even the few Eldrin True Monarchs dared not act arrogantly any longer and immediately cried out in terror, "Senior, spare our lives!"

"Hmph..."

Eldrin let out a cold snort, ignoring the others as his gaze fell upon Luo Xuannü. "I've heard the Diamond Temple lineage often takes in Vajra Women. Are there hidden circumstances behind this?"

"Ancestor, save me!"

Luo Xiannü had long dwelled in the Western Extremity's Eternal Sands Domain. Having broken through to the Nascent Soul stage less than a 100 years prior, and with scant participation in the Abyssal Cataclysms, she momentarily failed to recognize Eldrin.

But by now, she had roughly grasped the situation and immediately fell to her knees, speaking with immense agitation, "I beg the Eldest Ancestor to uphold justice for us and save our sisters!"

"Speak your mind."

Eldrin's eyes flickered slightly as he immediately inquired.

Luo Xuan Nu finally mustered her courage and began to recount the vile deeds of the Vajra Temple.

The so-called Vajra Maidens of the Golden Light Temple, purported to be esoteric Buddhist guardians, were in truth merely dual cultivation vessels—personal chattels of the Divine Monk Kumaraja and his ilk.

The Vajra Temple lineage possessed 2 Primordial Spirit Dao Lords and stood as 1 of the most majestic sacred lands in the Western Expanse's Endless Sands Domain. Within this realm, their word was virtually law.

They diligently cultivated the Blissful Zen Art, and to enhance their cultivation, the eminent monks within their sect kept numerous Vajra Women as dual cultivation vessels.

In the Western Expanse Desert Domain, female cultivators at the Nascent Soul realm who lack powerful backing would inevitably fall prey to their vile schemes—unless they fled beyond the borders of this treacherous land.

Luo Xuan Nü was originally a cultivator from a minor clan. By a stroke of fortune, she managed to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, granting her what could be considered a promising future.

Little did he expect that just after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, he would catch the attention of the Vajra Temple, which dispatched 4 Nascent Soul cultivators to extend an invitation.

These 4 claimed she had an affinity with the Buddha, ostensibly to guide her into their sect as a Vajra Maiden, but in truth, they intended to take her in as a cultivation furnace. The Mysterious Luo Maiden naturally refused.

The Vajra Temple, long accustomed to tyranny, would not tolerate his refusal. They immediately revealed their true intentions, bluntly stating that she was plagued by inner demons and intended to capture her to cleanse her soul at the temple.

After the 2 parties turned hostile, a relentless pursuit ensued. It so happened that Eldrin (Person Name) was passing through the Western Extremity Eternal Sands Domain when he chanced upon the day’s events.

"Ancestral Elder," Luo Xuannthe knelt upon the ground, her voice choked with emotion. "Within these Western Expanse of Eternal Sands, there is none who haven't heard of the Vajra Temple's vile reputation."

"Countless senior female cultivators with brilliant prospects have seen their foundations utterly ravaged and their paths to immortality severed forever after falling into the clutches of the Vajra Temple."

"Is that truly the case?"

Eldrin’s face turned icy, and he couldn’t help but remark, “Could it be that the Tranquil Spirit Temple is simply turning a blind eye to this?”

"It's not that I'm ignoring you."

The Profound Jade Divine Silkworm, however, shook her head, a flicker of light passing through her gaze as she said, "The Vajra Temple's legacy stretches back through countless ages. It was once a glorious power that had even produced an immortal."

"Even to this day, they still retain some of their foundation. Directly turning hostile would likely come at no small cost."

"Hmph—"

Eldrin clenched his fist, and a wave of Primordial Chaos energy descended from the colossal hand of Primordial Chaos, reducing the 4 Vajra Temple Nascent Soul cultivators to ashes of calamity.

He then turned his path toward the Western Extremity’s Tranquil Spirit Temple, his expression icy as he declared, “If the Western Extremity’s Tranquil Spirit Temple refuses to intervene, then let this sovereign personally confront this immortal lineage.”

Over 1 1000 years ago, Eldrin had crossed blades with the Divine Monk Kumar of the Western Extremity Serene Spirit Temple.

At that time, due to the matter concerning Yu Qingyan, Eldrin had already formed a grudge with that lineage. Since then, she had been preoccupied with cultivation and spent years rushing about to avert the cataclysm, thus setting aside this enmity.

Now that I was passing through the Western Extremity's Eternal Sands Domain, it was time to settle that karmic debt from the past.

Eldrin journeyed onward, traversing the boundless void almost unconsciously. Before long, he arrived before the Vajra Temple.

The Temple of Golden Buddha stood atop the Great Awakening Mountains in the Western Extremity, crowning the highest plateau of the Northwest Violet Realm. Though these peaks remained eternally veiled in crystalline snow, they converged the world’s primordial spiritual essence, rendering them 1 of heaven and earth’s raresighted spiritual mountains.

Upon this spiritual mountain, a magnificent and imposing grand palace stood atop the peak. The incense smoke curled densely within the Buddhist hall, while countless Vajrayana disciples moved through its corridors, creating an atmosphere of solemn sanctity.

"What a solemn and sacred Buddhist sanctuary."

"Yet beneath this solemn and sacred Buddha's radiance lies nothing but filth and defilement."

Gazing upon the ancestral temple of the esoteric sect before him, Eldrin let out a soft sigh before raising his palm to unleash a crushing blow from above.

In an instant, a colossal hand that blotted out the heavens enveloped the boundless void. Like a Primordial Chaos hand capable of plucking stars and seizing moons, it descended with crushing force. Each wisp of trailing Primordial Chaos energy seemed to be recreating the world, splitting open heaven and earth.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. Lin Feng tightened his worn robe, his fingers trembling slightly as he clutched the meager pouch containing his entire worldly possessions - a dozen or so low-grade spirit stones and 3 Basic Qi Gathering Pills. "30-2 1000 spirit stones for the Foundation Establishment Pill..." he murmured, his breath forming mist in the chill air. The astronomical figure weighed heavily on his mind. For an outer sect disciple like him, earning such an amount seemed as distant as touching the clouds. Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the Mission Hall. Disciples parted like reeds before the wind as Elder Mingzhe (Person Name) descended from his flying sword, his white robes fluttering without a single wrinkle. The air itself seemed to still in his presence. "You seek the path of immortality," the elder's voice resonated, clear as temple bells yet carrying the weight of millennia. "Yet you forget that true cultivation begins not with treasures, but with understanding the Dao. Countless have fallen on this path, their bones paving the way for those who come after." A young disciple stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Elder, I've been stuck at the seventh layer of Qi Refining for nearly a 1000 days. What must I do to break through?" Elder Mingzhe's gaze seemed to pierce through the young man's very soul. "The river does not rush to the ocean, yet it arrives all the same. Why do you seek to force what should come naturally?" Nearby, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) embedded in the stone platform hummed softly, its crimson glow pulsing in rhythm with the disciple's quickening heartbeat. Lin Feng watched the exchange, his own cultivation at the third layer of Qi Refining feeling more insignificant than ever. He remembered the ancient texts describing how the great patriarchs had weathered countless heavenly tribulations, their spiritual roots purified through 9 cycles of destruction and rebirth. "1 100 years," a voice whispered beside him. Senior Sister Ning (Person Name) appeared like a sudden bloom in winter, her jade-like features calm. "That's how long it took the founding sect master to comprehend the first chapter of the Celestial Tome of Eternal Frost (Cultivation Method). Some things cannot be rushed, Junior Brother." Lin Feng nodded slowly, his eyes drifting toward the distant peaks where the sect's true masters cultivated in seclusion. There, amidst clouds that never dispersed, lightning occasionally tore through the sky - signs of tribulations being overcome, of new powers being born. The path was long, filled with countless challenges, but in that moment, Lin Feng felt a spark of determination ignite within his dantian.