Chapter 953 Borrowing the 100 Scriptures

Though Heaven and Earth possess no intellect, a sliver of consciousness exists within the boundless unknown. In times of peril, it naturally gives birth to those destined to withstand the calamity.

The Master of the Dao Palace spoke unhurriedly, and after a long while, he finally said, "Long before the Cataclysm of the Demonic Abyss, the Violet Realm possessed dozens of immortal legacies."

Among the various orthodox traditions, the weaker ones possess a dozen or so Primordial Spirits, while the most powerful sacred grounds even have over a 100 Primordial Spirits.

In that era of the Violet Realm, there were over a dozen Demigod Ancestors (Cultivation Realm)—more than 10 times the current number. For tens of thousands of years, exceptional talents emerged in succession, giving birth to multiple Tribulation-Fated Ones (Destined Individual).

"But even so, how many of the predecessors from those days still remain?"

"All have passed into history!"

The voice of the Palace Master grew increasingly somber, his gaze fixed upon Eldrin (Person Name). The 2 of them remained silent for a long while.

Eldrin understood clearly in his heart that all the grand elders who had once stood at the pinnacle of the Violet Realm, along with the subsequent Children of Calamity born to face the tribulation, had already perished in the great cataclysm.

The Azurewood Dragon laid out by immortals over generations, the 10 1000 Calamities Thunder Mountain—the foremost sacred land of the Eastern Sea, Chen Qiyuan, the Eastern Emperor who attained immortality through physical cultivation, and even the Jiang Emperor, who lived up to expectations and achieved immortality—all have now faded into the annals of history.

"Back in the day, our Violet Realm united as 1, pooling the entire realm's strength to assist Emperor Jiang in attaining immortality. We truly believed we stood a chance to quell the cataclysm."

"Alas, in the end, I still failed!"

The Lord of the Dao Palace shook his head, his expression grave as he gazed at Eldrin. "You exist beyond the celestial tribulation. Perhaps you are our last—our only—remaining chance."

"This is precisely why both Riverlord Chang and the venerable Tomb Keeper were willing to stake their lives to safeguard your journey."

"While the various immortal lineages may appear reluctant to lend out their celestial scriptures, in truth they are merely waiting for the right price, hoping to extract more treasures from your hands."

“When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. With calamity at our doorstep where the loss of 1 endangers all, perhaps the next millennium will see the Violet Realm cease to exist. No sect or lineage would be so unreasonable as to withhold their aid when you need it most.”

Listening quietly to the words of the Dao Palace Master, Eldrin felt a faint tremor in his heart, yet he did not know how to voice his thoughts. He could only endure the heaviness within, continuing to listen in silence.

The Lord of the Dao Palace patted his shoulder and sighed, "Do not grieve. When Emperor Jiang was young, it was the same. Countless elders and ancestors fell to safeguard his path to enlightenment."

"You are the 1 most likely to quell this calamity. Promise me you will end this cataclysm, so that everyone's efforts shall not be in vain."

"Do not let the sacrifices of Fellow Daoist Changhe, the master of Tianya Pavilion, and the Tombkeeper Senior be in vain!"

Listening quietly to the heartfelt words of the Dao Palace Master, Eldrin (Person Name) remained silent, only feeling an indescribable, immense pressure weighing upon his heart.

In the past, what a peerless talent Emperor Jiang was, cultivating both Dao Fruits and the power of laws simultaneously, thereby establishing the foundation of a supreme Celestial Immortal.

Such an existence possessed peerless talent; throughout the millions of years of history in the Violet Realm, fewer than 10 individuals could be compared to them.

But even such a stunning existence, who had achieved 2 types of immortal ascension fruits, still failed to quell that great calamity. Could Eldrin truly be certain of accomplishing it?

"I will!"

"But I must grow stronger, to fulfill the 8-100-million-year aspiration of the Violet Realm."

Eldrin murmured to himself, a resolute gleam flashing in his eyes.

For now, he still could not surpass Emperor Jiang, but his path had yet to reach its end.

He sought to advance his Primordial Chaos Indestructible Body further, cultivating it into the Golden Primordial Chaos Indestructible Body, and then mastering the power of Primordial Chaos Laws. Only by achieving this could he surpass Emperor Jiang by several realms and gain the possibility of slaying that Calamity Demon God.

At this thought, his desire to study the classics of various schools grew even stronger. He couldn't help but cup his hands in salute to the master of the Dao Palace and declare, "Rest assured, Elder, Eldrin (Person Name) will not fail your expectations."

"In that case, I can rest assured!"

The Lord of the Dao Palace nodded imperceptibly, and before 1 could even realize it, he had already brought Eldrin back to the sacred grounds of the Dao Palace.

Upon arriving at the Dao Palace Holy Land, Eldrin did not delay in the slightest. He immediately proceeded to the Heritage Hall of the sanctuary and began contemplating the 9 volumes of immortal scriptures.

The 9 immortal scriptures of the Dao Palace Sacred Land all possess extraordinary origins. Among them, 1 was passed down by the ancient ‘Eldrin (Immortal Name)’ of yore, revered as the paramount scripture of the Violet Realm—the ‘Zenith Meditation Scripture (Immortal Scripture)’.

Among the remaining 8 scrolls, 3 were created by ascended immortals from the Dao Palace Holy Land, while 5 were legacy scriptures left by perished celestial traditions from the Violet Realm's destruction, all preserved within the Dao Palace's archives.

Eldrin gained the opportunity to comprehend the 9 volumes of immortal scriptures and soon became utterly engrossed. Before he knew it, 9 years had slipped by.

9 fleeting years later, Eldrin had thoroughly memorized all 9 volumes of the immortal scriptures, committing their profound truths to heart. Only then did he push open the grand doors of the inheritance hall and step outside.

The master of the Dao Palace had long noticed his emergence from seclusion and inquired, "Have you gained any insights from this period of closed-door cultivation?"

"I have committed the profound mysteries of the Dao to memory, yet I know that to achieve true mastery, 1 must assimilate the essence of a 100 classics before attaining accomplishment."

Eldrin (Person Name) replied without hesitation, his path now clearly defined in his mind.

The master of the Dao Palace flickered his gaze slightly and nodded. "You seek to harmonize 5 distinct laws, aspiring to forge the Primordial Chaos Dao. This path holds far greater peril than conventional ascension to immortality—it was never meant to be easily attained."

"This path may prove exceedingly arduous, and you must mentally prepare yourself. Should it prove too difficult to traverse, you may also retreat and settle for a secondary option."

"I understand."

Eldrin nodded, understanding the Palace Lord’s implication—he was reminding him that if attaining the Dao proved too difficult, he should abandon the Primordial Chaos Laws and seek enlightenment through 3 or 4 lesser laws instead.

However, this meant that although his combat prowess still far surpassed that of ordinary immortals, the qualitative gap brought by the fusion of the 5 Elements was no longer present.

Unless there was truly not the slightest possibility of mastering the Primordial Chaos Laws, Eldrin would never abandon this path.

At this thought, Eldrin spoke up, "I plan to make a trip to the Li Fire Hall to continue studying the immortal scriptures, so I won't linger here any longer."

The Master of the Dao Palace saw at a glance that Eldrin hadn’t taken his words to heart. He had no choice but to say, “Go then. May you achieve your heart’s desire and forge that peerless Primordial Chaos Law.”

Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and 1 100 years had passed.

1 day, Eldrin returned to Spirit Isle Lake and began secluded cultivation to comprehend the profound mysteries of all techniques.

Over the past 1 100 years, Eldrin had journeyed to the 4 corners of the world. He had studied the ancient scriptures of the Central Ancestral Domain, pored over the immortal legacies of the Southern Sea's Glazed Palace, and even examined the supreme celestial texts of the Kunpeng lineage.

Unknowingly, he had already memorized over a 100 volumes of immortal scriptures, engraving the profound mysteries of various ascension methods deep within his heart.

These immortal scriptures recorded myriad cultivation secrets, along with the insights and perspectives of numerous immortals on their practice.

Eldrin had never formally cultivated these techniques, yet through subtle assimilation, they had become the very foundation of his being.

This foundation could truly be described as unparalleled throughout all ages. Across the entire Violet Realm, if 1 were to speak of profound erudition, there was likely no 1 who could compare with Eldrin (Person Name).

"Gathering the essence of a 100 classics into 1, I shall forge the Primordial Chaos Immortal Foundation."

"It is time to advance further, harnessing the power of a 100 scriptures to comprehend my own Dao."

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The Mortal Realm Arc is expected to conclude within half a month. Regarding the earlier cultivation realms and seniority rankings, I had omitted the Purple Mansion Realm. Thanks to readers' reminders, I have now made the necessary corrections.

Chapter 1 The biting mountain wind swept across the cliffside, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and spiritual herbs. Lin Feng stood at the precipice, his white robes fluttering like the wings of a crane. 1 100 years had passed since he first arrived at the Cloudsoaring Sect, yet his eyes still held the same determined glint they did when he was but a young disciple. "Senior Brother Lin!" A voice called out from behind. "The sect leader requests your presence in the Grand Hall immediately." Lin Feng turned to see a junior disciple bowing deeply. He nodded slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on the distant peaks shrouded in mist. "Very well," he replied, his voice as calm as still water. As he walked along the stone path, memories flooded his mind - the countless days and nights spent cultivating, the 30-2 1000 spirit stones he had consumed to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, the 20-some disciples who had started this journey with him but fell during their tribulations. The Grand Hall stood magnificent at the mountain's summit, its carved eaves reaching toward the heavens like a dragon's claws. Elder Wu, the sect leader, sat upon the jade throne, his aura profound and immeasurable. "Lin Feng," the elder's voice echoed through the hall. "Your cultivation has reached the peak of Golden Core realm. The time has come for you to undertake the Heavenly Tribulation." Lin Feng bowed respectfully. "This disciple is ready to face the trial." Elder Wu's eyes gleamed with approval. "Take this," he said, floating a small porcelain bottle toward Lin Feng. "3 Heavenly Protection Pills. They may aid you during the critical moment." "Many thanks, Master." Lin Feng accepted the precious pills carefully. Each 1 represented over a 100 years of spiritual energy condensation, their value beyond measure. As he left the hall, Lin Feng's mind was already calculating the preparations needed. The tribulation would arrive in 9 days - he needed to gather 1,500 spirit stones to set up the defensive formation, and find a suitable secluded spot for his breakthrough. Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through his thoughts. "Well, if it isn't the great talent Lin Feng!" Zhang Hu, a fellow inner sect disciple whom Lin Feng had defeated in the annual competition 3 months prior, stood blocking the path with 4 companions. "Still clinging to that broken Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss?" Zhang Hu sneered. "Some genius you are, relying on a damaged magic treasure." Lin Feng's expression remained unperturbed. "The sword serves its purpose well enough," he replied evenly. "Unlike some who rely on their family's influence rather than true skill." Zhang Hu's face flushed crimson. "You arrogant-" But Lin Feng had already walked past him, not even granting him another glance. Some battles weren't worth fighting, and some opponents weren't worth acknowledging. He had greater challenges to prepare for - challenges that would determine whether he would ascend to the Nascent Soul stage or become another fallen star in the long history of cultivators.