Chapter 999. Fate in the Mortal World Ends

Chapter 1 A millennium has passed, yet scenes of bygone days surge before my eyes once more.

At this moment, when the 2 looked back at each other, only speechless silence remained between them.

Eldrin cast a deep, lingering gaze upon her, yet in the end, he departed without uttering a single word, striding eastward into the distance.

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Chen Silas (Person Name) stood rooted to the spot, silently watching his retreating figure. Though a 1000 words swirled within her heart, they ultimately remained locked away in silence.

She could only stand there in a daze, as if her soul had departed.

"Alas, you foolish child!"

At that very moment, the old clan chief stepped forward unnoticed.

He gazed at the present Chen Silas (Person Name), sighed and shook his head before speaking, "He has attained immortality and ascended to the Dao—all mortal bonds must now be severed."

"You have accompanied him for several 1000 years, which can be considered a rare destiny. Now that you are separated by the boundary of immortality and mortality, I fear only by attaining immortality will you meet again."

"Since my mortal ties are severed, it would be better to devote myself to cultivation. Perhaps when I ascend to the immortal realm someday, I may yet reconnect with past bonds."

As the old clan leader recounted the tale, a faint tremor stirred within Chen Silas's heart.

"Worldly ties severed, worldly ties severed!"

She suppressed the melancholy in her heart and murmured to herself, her pupils gradually firming with resolve. "The Patriarch speaks wisely. Since mortal ties are severed, we shall meet again in the immortal realm someday!"

Eldrin journeyed eastward, arriving shortly at the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago.

Beyond all expectations, the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago was already surrounded by countless cultivators.

Thousands upon thousands of treasure ships hovered between heaven and earth, while countless cultivators watched his arrival in unison, each face brimming with reverence.

In the hearts of countless cultivators, Eldrin saw many familiar faces.

There was the Violet Radiance Thunder Dragon Avatar of Dorian (Person Name), the Demon-Subduing Divine Monk from the Western Extremity's Tranquil Spirit Temple, the foremost sword cultivator Lin Tianqi, and also the supreme powerhouse of the demon race, the Kunpeng Demon Sage.

The Eldrin Dao Lords of the Violet Realm had gathered here, each gazing at him with reverent eyes.

Eldrin understood clearly that this was the denizens of the Violet Realm bidding him farewell—a solemn send-off for his campaign into the Demonic Abyss to slay the extraterrestrial fiendgod.

With that thought, he swept his sleeve to help everyone rise and spoke gently, "Young friends, there is no need for such formality."

"We pay homage to the Immortal."

Countless cultivators dropped to their knees 1 after another, each burning with overwhelming fervor, their eyes blazing with fanaticism and exhilaration.

Eldrin gave a slight nod, offering no further words as he gazed at the Abyssal Rift of the Demon Abyss. "The Demon Abyss lies just before us," he said. "There is no need for you all to see me off any further."

"We are not here to see you off."

Suddenly, a voice spoke up from among the crowd.

The speaker was none other than Lin Tianqi (Person Name). Gripping his peerless celestial sword with resonant battle spirit, he declared, "I journey but to follow the Immortal's path and slay the otherworldly demon god who plagues our lands."

"Follow me..."

Eldrin's expression shifted slightly, his gaze involuntarily turning toward the crowd.

But lo, across the expanse of heaven and earth, tens of thousands of treasure ships spanned the firmament like a mighty celestial river, submerging the boundless void in their majestic flow.

Upon the treasure ship, there were countless cultivators.

The cultivators' cultivation bases varied greatly, ranging from Qi Refining novices and seasoned experts at the Purple Mansion or Golden Core stages, to supreme masters of the Nascent Soul and Primordial Spirit realms.

Each of them held spiritual artifacts, gripping magical treasures and battle spears. They did not appear to be there to bid farewell, but rather to wage war.

"You are..."

In the blink of an eye, Eldrin felt a faint tremor in his heart.

Sure enough, the hundreds of millions of cultivators knelt in unison, their voices fervent with passion as they declared, "We have come for no other purpose than to follow the Immortal and quell the cataclysm at the end of this vast calamity!"

"Preposterous!"

Eldrin's face darkened with fury, and he immediately rebuked, "The war between immortals and demons is fraught with peril. How dare you, mere mortal realm cultivators, recklessly intervene?"

“Eldrin (Person Name)！”

Just then, several figures emerged through the void, treading upon empty air. The 1 leading them was none other than Kael (Person Name).

Clad in a robe as dark as ink, Kael unusually addressed Eldrin by his given name.

He gazed deeply at Eldrin, then spoke, "The calamity of the Violet Realm is not a tribulation for you alone."

"We follow you to quell this calamity not to lend you a hand, but to seek a clear conscience."

"Do you not know, this is the plea of all living beings under the violet firmament, the collective aspiration of tens of thousands of cultivators?"

"Believe it or not, take a good look at them!"

Kael declared, sweeping his sleeve toward the countless cultivators spanning heaven and earth.

Upon hearing this, Eldrin (Person Name) felt a tremor in his heart and instinctively gazed at the tens of thousands of cultivators spanning heaven and earth.

At first glance, Eldrin fell silent.

These cultivators before me hailed from every corner of the realm, each bearing the weathered marks of arduous journeys.

Among these cultivators was an ascetic monk from the Western Extremity's Eternal Sands Domain. Clad in nothing but a kasaya robe and a string of prayer beads, he had journeyed on foot all the way to the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago for 1 purpose alone: to subdue a demon with his own hands.

There were also elderly cultivators from the Southern Sea cultivation realm who, after enduring countless hardships to reach this place, found their life force nearly depleted, retaining only enough strength for 1 final strike.

There was also the spiritual root that had been enlightened by immortal light when Eldrin (Person Name) ascended to immortality in ancient times. Setting forth from its youthful beginnings, it cultivated all the way to the Golden Core realm, traversing a long and arduous journey over nearly a 1000 years to finally arrive at this place.

Among these individuals were the proud sons of heaven from the younger generation, regional overlords at the peak of their vitality, and aged cultivators whose longevity was nearly exhausted.

Yet far more were those of mediocre talent, ordinary cultivators who remained trapped their entire lives in the trifling realms of Qi Refining, Foundation Building, and Purple Mansion.

These individuals were all different, yet they shared 1 common trait: each was filled with fervent passion and a resolve as if marching to their doom, determined to contribute their part in helping Zi Ping overcome this calamity.

"Did you see that?"

Just then, Patriarch Xuanwu descended through the skies. His long-dormant blood began to stir with renewed vigor as he remarked with unwonted detachment, "The Violet Cataclysm has persisted for tens of thousands of years. This demonic tribulation is not yours to bear alone."

"This tribulation should not be borne by you alone!"

"Our purpose in coming here is to follow your lead. Though our strength may be insignificant, if we can slay even 1 member of the demonic race, it would be our contribution toward quelling this calamity!"

The Palace Master of Liuli also nodded, stroking his long beard as he said, "Now that I have obtained the immortal mark of our senior, I can undergo 3 reincarnations with my memories intact. Even if I fall in this battle, I shall have no regrets in this life."

Eldrin listened to the murmurs of the crowd, standing silently in the void as a nameless emotion stirred within his heart.

After a long while, he ceased his insistence and merely said, "Your willingness to march unto death in this battle proves you've honored the karmic debt of nurture from the Violet Realm."

"However, each school's lineage is difficult to preserve. We must leave behind at least 1 Primordial Spirit."

At this point, he turned his gaze toward the Demonic Suppression Divine Monk and said, "1 1000 years ago, the Transcendent Tribulation Divine Monk perished while serving as my Dao Protector. To this day, his reincarnated form has yet to regain its memories."

"Currently, the Tranquil Spirit Temple only possesses 1 Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm). You must not participate in this battle."

"This!"

The Demon-Subduing Divine Monk’s expression shifted slightly. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Eldrin (Person Name).