Chapter 950 Star Palace, Borrowing Immortal Scriptures

With this thought in mind, Eldrin turned his gaze toward the Eastern Sea cultivation realm.

The Violet Realm has produced at least over a 100 immortals, yet fewer than 10 of their Dao lineages remain today.

Among these Daoist sanctums, the true power to make decisions ultimately lay with the several Demigod Ancestors (Cultivation Realm) within the 8 Trigrams Immortal Refining Formation.

"Whether I can persuade those Demigod Ancestors (Cultivation Realm) might truly be the key to my path of enlightenment."

"It seems the second primordial spirit of the Outer Realm Demon God must also be dealt with swiftly."

Eldrin murmured softly under his breath, then shook his head after a moment.

Though his power had now stepped into the ranks of the celestial order, he still had no absolute certainty in suppressing the second primordial spirit of the Outer Realm Demon God. Before that, he still needed to make some preparations.

With these thoughts flickering through his mind, Eldrin rose to his feet and declared, "Setting other matters aside, among all the sacred sites in the Eastern Wastelands, the Star Palace boasts the most ancient lineage. I shall pay them a visit."

Having made up his mind, Eldrin journeyed straight toward the Astral Hall, and before long, he arrived at the Ancient Domain of Stars.

Given Eldrin's current status and position, the Star Palace naturally dared not show the slightest neglect. The Lord of the Star Palace received Eldrin with exceptional courtesy.

The 2 sat facing each other atop the Welcoming Peak. Eldrin was the first to speak, "Centuries have passed since we last met, yet your cultivation has advanced remarkably. This is truly cause for celebration."

"You flatter me. What are my meager advancements in cultivation compared to yours?"

The Star Palace Master waved his hand, yet a trace of delight surfaced on his face.

Not long ago, the Hall of Stars' Lord had made significant progress in his cultivation, breaking through to the ninth layer of the Nascent Soul realm.

Upon careful reflection, this was only natural. It had been over 10 1000 years since the Hall Master had broken through to the Primordial Spirit realm, and he had advanced to the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) approximately 4,800 years ago.

As early as the Abyssal Cataclysm over 1,600 years ago, the Lord of the Star Palace had already been not far from reaching the ninth level of the Nascent Soul.

Although the destruction of his physical body had delayed his cultivation for a time, he had still managed to reach the Ninth Layer of the Nascent Soul.

At this stage, the Star Palace Master's primordial spirit, magic power, and physical body had all reached the absolute pinnacle of the mortal realm. What remained was to comprehend the laws, cultivate an immortal body, or refine a Dao Fruit to advance further.

Seeing that Eldrin had already comprehended the laws, the Hall Master of the Stellar Palace couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "I pride myself on being a man of exceptional talent, yet compared to you, I find myself rather dull-witted."

"Follow your true heart, and let no doubts trouble you."

Eldrin spoke with an air of detachment before addressing the true purpose of his visit. "I have come seeking the legacy cultivation method of the Starry Sky Palace."

The matter of inheriting the cultivation technique was of grave importance. Without any circumlocution, Eldrin directly stated his purpose.

Upon hearing this, the Master of the Star Palace paced back and forth for a long while, his expression turning exceedingly grave. "Your path is intertwined with the calamity destined for the Violet Realm," he said solemnly. "By all reasoning, we ought to extend our full assistance."

"However, our Starry Sky Temple lineage inherits the orthodoxy of 7 Star Sovereigns. This celestial cultivation method serves as the foundational heritage of our Starry Sky Temple."

"As the master of the Celestial Star Palace, even I can only cultivate 1 of its paths, let alone the fact that such foundational sect scriptures have never been permitted to circulate beyond our lineage..."

Seeing that the Lord of the Celestial Star Palace seemed inclined to decline, Eldrin furrowed his brow slightly.

A moment later, the tension between his brows gradually eased as he calmly replied, "Your words are not mistaken. However, gathering various immortal scriptures holds considerable significance for me."

"Very well then..."

Eldrin (Person Name) pondered briefly before continuing, "I can vow to refrain from cultivating the immortal scriptures, merely borrowing the texts for contemplation, and will never disseminate them to others."

No cultivation, no dissemination beyond these walls?

The Star Palace Master's brow twitched faintly, a flicker of interest seeming to cross his expression.

Eldrin did not cultivate the scriptures themselves, but merely borrowed them, seeking only to extract their essence as 'nourishment' and 'fodder' to nurture his own Dao Fruit and laws.

Moreover, his willingness to swear an oath against disseminating it further made the possibility of the Star Palace Immortal Scripture being leaked exceedingly slim.

This is fundamentally different from exchanging cultivation techniques, because once a technique is transferred, others would be able to practice the supreme immortal scriptures of the Astral Palace, and could even use it to establish their own sect's legacy.

At this thought, the Star Palace Master's eyes also flickered with a hint of temptation.

He pondered silently for a moment before speaking, "If it's merely for personal study without cultivating the recorded techniques and supernatural abilities, then there might be room for negotiation. However, I wonder what you would be willing to offer in exchange."

Seeing the Hall Master of the Celestial Stars agree, Eldrin nodded and said, “If you consent, I am willing to offer 2 Nirvana Immortal Apricots in exchange.”

"It seems you have discerned exactly what I desire."

The Star Palace Master chuckled, unable to help but shake his head repeatedly.

Within the Hall of Stars now resided 4 Primordial Spirit Star Masters. Among them, both the Hall Master and the Celestial Pivot Star Master were approaching the end of their natural lifespans in this incarnation.

To prolong their lives once more, they would require the invaluable Nirvana Immortal Apricot.

Now in the Violet Realm, only the Lin Immortal Clan (Organization) possesses the Nirvana Immortal Apricot Tree, which bears fruit but once every 3,000 years—far too scarce to be allocated among all the Nascent Soul Dao Lords (Cultivation Rank) of this realm.

If the Lord of the Celestial Star Palace obtained the Nirvana Immortal Apricot from Eldrin (Person Name), he could be reborn into a new life, maintaining his peak lifespan of a 100 million years at the ninth level of divine consciousness.

At that time, it might not be impossible for him to break through the Half-Immortal Realm, perhaps even grasping a sliver of hope to ascend and attain immortality.

This made the Star Palace Master’s heart race uncontrollably. However, after a brief moment of contemplation, he still spoke: “2 Nirvana Immortal Apricots are indeed priceless, but they are still not enough to borrow the 7 volumes of Star Lord inheritance.”

"Oh?" A flicker of light passed through Eldrin's eyes as he couldn't resist asking, "What else does Your Excellency desire?"

The master of the Celestial Star Palace did not answer immediately, instead leisurely refilling Eldrin’s cup of tea. "Our Celestial Star lineage has 7 Star Sovereigns in total, yet for tens of thousands of years, the 7 Stars have never returned to their rightful positions."

"I wish to request your aid in restoring the 7 Primordial Spirit Star Lords to their rightful thrones."

"7 Stars Align?"

Eldrin's pupils contracted slightly. After a moment, he nodded and said, "If the 7 Yuanshen Star Lords return to their positions, we can activate the Big Dipper Formation, making it a trump card for the Violet Realm."

"Even if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have lent you my aid in this endeavor."

"Take this set of 6-6 Return to Origin Pills."

As he spoke, he retrieved 3 precious pills from his sleeve and handed them to the Hall Master of the Firmament Palace.

The Hallmaster of the Stellar Sanctuary accepted the precious elixir, a trace of delight flashing across his expression as he remarked, "I have long heard of the 60-6 Return to Origin Pill, and now that I see it with my own eyes, I understand its reputation is well-deserved."

As the master of the Celestial Star Palace, he had long heard of the 60-6 Return to Origin Elixir.

In his youth, Eldrin had refined this elixir by combining the Bing Fire Immortal Apricot with the Profound Water Immortal Pear (Spiritual Object). The resulting treasure pill possessed boundless miraculous effects.

After consuming this, a Nascent Soul cultivator could significantly enhance their foundation and latent potential, increasing their chances of breaking through to the Spirit Infant Stage by at least 20 percent.

Chapter 1: The Abandoned Disciple Mount Azureveil, outer sect training ground. "Lin Ye, your spiritual roots are damaged beyond repair. At 15 years of age, your cultivation remains stagnant at the third level of Qi Refining. According to sect rules, you are hereby expelled from the Azure Mist Sect." The law enforcement elder's voice echoed coldly across the jade platform, his gaze frosty as he looked down upon the youth kneeling below. Lin Ye trembled slightly, his fingers digging deeply into the gravel beneath him. "Elder, I beg for 1 more month! Just 1 month, and I will surely—" "Enough!" The elder flicked his sleeve, cutting him off. "The sect has provided you with 3,200 spirit stones and dozens of healing pills over these past 3 years. We have shown utmost benevolence. Do not bring further shame upon yourself." Murmurs arose from the surrounding disciples: "Still clinging on? How shameless." "Worthless trash ought to just disappear." "He actually dares to make demands?" Lin Ye lowered his head, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth where he had bitten it. 3 years ago, he had been the most promising disciple of the outer sect, but during a secret realm expedition, he had suffered severe spiritual root damage to save his senior sister. Now, that very senior sister stood beside the inner sect prodigy, her gaze averted. "Very well." Lin Ye slowly rose, wiping the blood from his lips. "I, Lin Ye, shall take my leave today, but remember this—I will return." Laughter erupted from the crowd. In their eyes, a spiritual root cripple was no different from dead weight. Just as Lin Ye turned to leave, a clear voice rang out: "Wait!" A girl in green robes stepped forward, her delicate features tinged with conflict. "Elder, Lin Ye did save me back then. Could we perhaps..." "Senior Sister Qingluan!" The inner sect prodigy pulled her back, his tone stern. "The sect rules cannot be bent for sentiment." Lin Ye met the girl's gaze for a moment, then chuckled softly and turned away. In her eyes, he saw pity, regret, but not the emotion he had once hoped for. Descending the mountain, Lin Ye arrived at a dilapidated thatched hut—his former home before joining the sect. As dusk fell, he sat cross-legged on his worn mat, attempting to circulate what little spiritual energy remained. But as soon as the energy entered his dantian, it scattered like smoke. "Has my path of cultivation truly come to an end?" He gazed at the full moon outside the window, a trace of bitterness flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, a searing pain erupted from his chest. The jade pendant left by his parents, which had always been ordinary, now glowed with a faint red light. Before he could react, the crimson light surged, engulfing his entire vision. When Lin Ye opened his eyes again, he found himself in a mysterious space. Before him stood an ancient stone stele engraved with 4 blood-red characters: Bloodline Legacy Shrine. A flood of information poured into his mind. This was a heritage left by his ancestors, only activatable when his bloodline reached its most depleted state. Within the shrine, he could awaken the legendary Primordial Chaos Body. "Primordial Chaos Body—forging spirit from nothingness, creating a dantian from the void..." Lin Ye's eyes gradually lit up. According to the legacy, this constitution could reconstruct shattered spiritual roots and even merge all bloodlines of the world. He sat down according to the method described in the legacy, beginning his meditation. Strands of primordial chaos energy converged from all directions, seeping into his broken meridians. The pain was excruciating, as if his entire body were being torn apart and remade. Dawn arrived. Lin Ye opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them. Although his cultivation remained at the third level of Qi Refining, his spiritual roots had been completely restored. Moreover, he could faintly sense that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was now far more attuned to him than before. "Azure Mist Sect, just you wait." Lin Ye clenched his fists, a confident smile gracing his lips for the first time in years. "I will make you regret yesterday's decision." Suddenly, noise came from outside the door. The wooden door was kicked open, and several figures swaggered in. "Well, if it isn't our former genius!" The leader, a scar-faced man, laughed arrogantly. "Heard you got kicked out of the sect? Hand over whatever spirit stones you have left, and maybe we'll consider letting you stay in this shack." Lin Ye recognized them—a group of rogue cultivators from the nearby town who often bullied the weak. In the past, he wouldn't have feared them, but now... A cold light flashed in his eyes. "Get out." The scarred man was momentarily stunned, then laughed even more wildly. "You worthless trash, you actually dare—" Before he could finish, Lin Ye moved. A mere flash, and his fist had already connected with the scarred man's abdomen. The man was sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall. "Your... your spiritual roots..." The scarred man stared in disbelief. He could clearly feel that the youth before him now possessed a cultivation level no weaker than his own at the fourth level of Qi Refining. Lin Ye coldly glanced at the other rogue cultivators, who immediately backed away in fear. "I'll say this only once: from now on, no 1 is permitted to set foot here without my permission. Now, get lost!" After the rogue cultivators fled in panic, Lin Ye looked down at his fists, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. The Primordial Chaos Body was far more powerful than he had imagined—it had allowed him to leap a level in combat right after restoring his spiritual roots. He returned to the thatched hut and continued studying the legacy within the jade pendant. Apart from the Primordial Chaos Body, there was also a set of cultivation techniques called the "Chaos Genesis Art," which, according to the descriptions, could evolve alongside the cultivator's growth. 3 days later, deep in the mountains. Lin Ye sat cross-legged under a waterfall, the torrential waters crashing onto his body but failing to make him budge an inch. A faint gray aura swirled around him, continuously drawing the surrounding spiritual energy into his body. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. The waterfall within a 10-meter radius instantly evaporated into mist. His aura surged, then stabilized—he had broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining. "This speed is at least 3 times faster than before." Lin Ye sensed the abundant spiritual energy within his body, a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. But he knew this was far from enough. To regain his dignity, he needed to become stronger. Just as he was about to continue cultivating, his expression shifted. He sensed several auras rapidly approaching from afar, and among them was 1 he knew all too well—his former senior sister, Qingluan. "Looks like trouble has found me." Lin Ye sneered, standing up and straightening his robes. He was no longer the helpless youth from days past.