Chapter 994. Ziyin Legacy Treasure

The words "ascending to immortality" are spoken lightly, but how many throughout the ages have truly achieved it?

This time, Eldrin's ascension to immortality had significantly depleted the vital energy of the Violet Realm. Should 2 more individuals achieve immortality within a short period, it would likely drain the very essence of the world's origin power.

However, under the threat of the Calamity Fiendgod, the Will of Heaven and Earth clearly understood the priorities. Even though it knew the 2 would suffer severe depletion of vital energy by breaking through now, it was still willing to witness them transcend the heavenly tribulation and ascend as immortals.

It was precisely for this reason that Eldrin made a vow to help both of them attain immortality.

Determined to help them both achieve immortality, he led the group toward the Central Ancestral Domain. Before they knew it, they had already arrived at the Violet God Domain.

"Husband, why have you brought us to this place..."

Several figures trod upon the Violet God Domain. A faint frown creased Qing Ji's brow as she spoke with a trace of hesitation.

Beside them, Lyra (Person Name) also faintly furrowed her brow, as if sensing something, and remarked, "Within the Central Ancestral Domain, there seems to be a hidden ruin?"

"Hmm—"

Eldrin nodded slightly without another word.

His hands formed mystic seals as the immortal mark between his brows blossomed with 5-colored primordial light. Streak after streak of imprint patterns dissolved into the void, unknowingly unraveling a realm of ethereal celestial treasures.

"This is..."

The few of them exchanged slightly startled expressions before quickly following Eldrin into the immortal's trove.

This immortal treasury was hidden within the void, its interior resembling a vast cosmos. The moment they stepped inside, they felt as if they had crossed into another realm of existence.

In the heart of this immortal treasury stood a range of majestic ancient divine mountains, so magnificently grand they resembled a celestial sword piercing the heavens and the earth.

Several figures ascended the divine mountain, step by step climbing to its summit, where they beheld only a deep pool shrouded in swirling purple Dao Rhyme.

Within the spring water, it seemed as though boundless primordial chaos energy flowed, and faintly, 1 rule of the Great Dao after another could be seen emerging.

"This is..."

Gazing at this pool of spring water, everyone's pupils contracted sharply, revealing looks of profound astonishment.

They did not recognize the pond before them, yet its waters appeared to be condensed from the essence of cosmic principles, each strand brimming with the power of the Great Dao.

You must understand that the Great Dao is boundless. Beings of this level can truly be described as earth-shattering, and only supreme Immortal Lords at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level are qualified to touch upon it.

Eldrin (Person Name) had merely reached the Immortal Realm, while the others were only at the Nascent Soul cultivation stage. How could they not be astounded at the sight of such an object?

At this thought, the group fixed their gazes intently upon the abysmal pool before them, their hearts stirring with barely contained excitement.

Lyra grasped Eldrin's hand and couldn't refrain from asking, "Could this be the legacy left by the Violet Immortal Sovereign for descendants like us?"

Eldrin did not respond. With a flick of his sleeve, he summoned a divine jade from the pond.

He picked up the divine jade and with just a brief glance, discovered that it recorded the origins of this ancient pond. The opening passage stated:

"This is Primordial Chaos Water, obtained by this sovereign during my travels through the primordial chaos. It can mend the foundation and essence of any cultivator."

"Today, this sovereign shall face the heavenly tribulation, with no certainty of reincarnation's grace. I bequeath this artifact to you, young friend, as an offering of karmic connection."

Eldrin carefully studied the divine jade, finding only sparse records inscribed upon it. With but a few strokes, it merely recounted the origins of this Primordial Chaos Water.

It turned out that this object was a rare treasure born of primordial chaos, said to possess the supreme power to reshape 1's foundation and defy fate itself. Its value was said to rival even that of an Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Legend has it that even a Ninth Heaven Immortal who has attained the Dao and achieved immortality, if they enter and receive nourishment from this water to fortify their foundation, would experience a dramatic surge in their foundational depth and potential. Their chances of breaking through to the Earth Immortal realm in the future would be greatly enhanced.

If a postnate demon god like the Calamity Demon God, who had fallen from the status of an innate deity, were to undergo the baptism of this Ascendant Immortal Pond, they could reverse their postnate demonic origins and achieve the form of an innate demon god.

For Lyra (Person Name) and the others, this Celestial Ascension Pond could profoundly replenish their foundations, accelerate their cultivation journey, assist them in comprehending the principles of Dao Fruit, and ultimately achieve the immortal path of establishing a Great Perfection Foundation.

After reading the letter, the group exchanged glances before Lyra broke the silence. "It appears Purple Immortal Lord anticipated our arrival today, wouldn't you say?"

"For a figure at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, it might not be difficult to deduce certain matters by traversing the river of time."

Eldrin took up the topic, then shook his head and said, "It's a pity that my Laws, Dao Fruits, and Immortal Body have all reached absolute perfection. With my foundation already flawless and complete, this item can only be considered a mere embellishment for me."

"It can indeed aid your cultivation, allowing you to see whether you can forge a Great Luo foundation."

"Hmm." Qing Ji nodded, yet remarked with regret, "There is only 1 portion of Primordial Chaos Water, I'm afraid it's barely enough for a single person. We should entrust it to Lyra (Person Name)."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell into a contemplative silence.

Among the several women, Lyra (Person Name) possessed the highest innate talent and the most profound foundational strength.

If she were to obtain the Primordial Chaos Water, it might be sufficient for her to cultivate the Primordial Chaos Infinite Law, and perhaps even forge the Supreme Primordial Chaos Dao Fruit. Her future prospects would then be truly boundless.

In comparison, Qing Ji’s foundation was somewhat lacking. If she were to obtain this Primordial Chaos Water, she might have a slim chance of cultivating into a Great Luo Golden Immortal—though it would be nothing more than a faint, negligible possibility.

The path of immortality is long and arduous, and the journey to becoming a Great Luo Golden Immortal is even more boundless and distant. While cultivating the immortal body, Dao Fruit, and laws simultaneously can be considered the foundation of the Great Luo, it is merely a possibility after all.

A foundation of this caliber is not uncommon among immortals in the celestial realm. Yet most either lack sufficient serendipity or the enduring drive to advance, with the majority stalling at the Earth Immortal or Celestial Immortal realms.

At this thought, Qing Ji (Person Name) decided not to contend for this opportunity.

Lyra (Person Name) seemed to have words caught in her throat, yet remained silent, not knowing what to say. The world fell into wordless stillness.

Lyra retrieved the Primordial Chaos Water and entered seclusion, while Eldrin did not linger long in the Central Ancestral Domain either.

He returned to Spirit Isle Lake (Location), crafting forbidden artifacts for his companions while instructing Qingji (Person Name) in the cultivation of laws and dao fruits. True to his vow, he preached the Dao to the world once every 3 100 years.

Thus time slipped swiftly by, and in the blink of an eye, 6 100 years had passed.

Until this day, with Eldrin’s full assistance, Qing Ji finally attained enlightenment in the Law of the Azure Lotus.

The Immortal Physique and the Laws of the Dao have been fully realized!

Eldrin gazed at the Verdant Lotus Laws cultivated by Qing Ji, a faint smile of relief gracing his features.

Qing Ji awoke from the Red Dust Butterfly Dream Technique (Cultivation Art), having already manifested the bearing of an immortal after founding the Path of the Azure Lotus.

Later, she obtained the acquired immortal root, the Green Lotus Rhizome, and through it cultivated the Green Lotus Immortal Body, making her aptitude and foundation even more terrifying.

Now, under the guidance of Eldrin (Person Name), mastering the Azure Lotus Law could indeed be considered an expected outcome.

After all, Eldrin's (Person Name) innate spiritual treasure, the Primordial Azure Lotus Throne, was a supreme immortal artifact transformed from an immortal-grade azure lotus.

Recalling that Qing Ji now cultivated both laws and an immortal body, her foundation no weaker than the former Jiang Emperor’s, Eldrin asked with a trace of relief, "Now your path to immortality has become smooth and unobstructed."

"Will you now condense your Dao Fruit, or transcend the tribulation to ascend as an immortal?"

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of snow and decay. Li Ming, a young man of barely 16 winters, shivered as he trudged up the icy path. His robes, thin and patched, offered little protection against the elements. Yet, his eyes burned with a fierce determination, a fire that refused to be extinguished by the harsh environment or the disdainful glances of his fellow disciples. He clutched a small, worn pouch containing his entire worldly wealth: 30-2 spirit stones. To the elite disciples of the Cloud-Soaring Sect, this was a pittance, barely enough for a single decent meal at the sect's canteen. But to Li Ming, it represented weeks of arduous labor, gathering herbs and completing the most menial tasks. "30-2 1000..." he murmured to himself, the words a faint cloud in the frosty air. He had meticulously counted them last night, the smooth, faintly glowing stones feeling both heavy and insignificant in his palm. It was a fortune he had scraped together over countless days, a sum that might finally allow him to purchase the low-grade Qi Gathering Pill he desperately needed. For thousands of years, the Cloud-Soaring Sect had stood as a bastion of cultivation, its history filled with legends of powerful experts who had ascended to higher realms. Li Ming had been here for nearly a year, yet he remained at the very bottom, stuck at the first level of the Qi Refining stage. His spiritual roots were mediocre, a fact the elders had not hesitated to point out. "With such poor aptitude, you would be better off returning to the mortal world," a senior disciple had sneered just yesterday, his voice dripping with contempt. "The path of cultivation is not for the likes of you." Li Ming's knuckles turned white as he remembered the encounter. He would not give up. He couldn't. He had nothing to return to. Reaching a secluded spot near a gnarled ancient pine, Li Ming sat down in the lotus position. He closed his eyes, attempting to draw in the sparse spiritual energy of the mountain. The familiar, frustrating struggle began. The energy flowed towards him, a faint, ethereal current, but his meridians, narrow and clogged with impurities, could only absorb a trickle. This was the reality of his "countless" attempts, his "over a 100" sessions of bitter meditation. Progress was agonizingly slow, nearly imperceptible. A dozen or so disciples who had entered the sect at the same time had already broken through to the second or even third level. Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain erupted in his dantian, the energy core within his lower abdomen. It was a familiar yet terrifying sensation—the precursor to a Qi Deviation. His control slipped, and the faint strands of spiritual energy he had gathered began to run rampant, tearing at his already fragile meridians. Despair threatened to overwhelm him. Was this it? Would he end up as a cripple, or worse, perish here alone in the cold? Just as darkness began to cloud his vision, a voice, ancient and resonant, echoed directly within his mind. "After 1 100 1000 years... finally, a soul with the Mark of the Void has arrived." A warmth, profound and alien, blossomed in his dantian, instantly quelling the chaotic energy. Before his spiritual sense, a faint, shimmering character for "Void" materialized, pulsating with a mysterious, profound rhythm. The voice spoke again, its tone carrying the weight of countless millennia. "The path of the heavens is vast and merciless. Do you, child, wish to grasp it?"