Chapter 1063. Brewing Tea and Discussing Immortality

With Chen Changxuan's assistance, Eldrin personally took action with this wisp of incarnation, laying down a grand formation within the Sea of Flaming Prison to nurture the soul of the Eastern Emperor.

To ensure the successful nurturing of the Eastern Emperor’s divine soul, he did not hesitate to expend a wisp of Postnatal Primordial Purple Energy, infusing it into the Eastern Emperor’s true spirit.

After handling this matter, the Eldest Uncle asked, "When will you depart?"

"In these coming days."

Eldrin (Person Name) let out a soft sigh before speaking.

At this point, he rose and departed from the Inferno Sea of Flames. Before leaving this time, he wished to wander through the Violet Realm, intending to leave behind some foundational legacy for this world.

After bidding farewell to Elder Uncle, he traversed the Eastern Wastelands (Location), crossed the boundless Eastern Sea, passed through the Western Extremity's Eternal Sands Domain, and journeyed across the Southern Peaks and Northern Plains.

He journeyed across the lands, meeting fellow cultivators along the way, retracing paths of old and beholding the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Violet Realm.

In the blink of an eye, several 1000 years had passed. Some of Eldrin's former companions had long since passed away in meditation, while others had managed to survive to this very day.

The Snowdrift Palace in the Far North Ice Plains grew ever more prosperous. With 12 Soul Transformation Dao Lords and a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) guarding its legacy, it had become 1 of the most formidable powers between heaven and earth.

The Roc-Demon Sage secluded himself in the Abyssal Eye of the Northern Ming, seemingly having grasped the path ahead amidst the cataclysm, now faintly exuding the aura of a Demon God.

The Tranquil Spirit Temple, long nestled in the Western Reaches, gradually regained its former glory. The Demon-Subduing Divine Monk, relying on Eldrin's incomplete Arhat Sutra, had cultivated a semi-immortal form. Yet regrettably, the Tribulation-Transcending Divine Monk had not recovered the memories of his past life.

In the Southern Sea Realm of Immortal Cultivation, the Eldrin of Li Fire established his own sect, bearing the Daoist title of Master of the Violet Flame Divine Palace. His cultivation had already advanced to the 7th level of the Nascent Soul stage.

Seeing that most of his old friends were safe and sound, Eldrin felt a sense of relief settle in his heart. Without disturbing them further, he prepared to journey toward the Eastern Wastelands.

Hmph!

Just as he was passing by the Daoguang Sacred Land, his footsteps faltered slightly, and a faint tremor stirred between his brows.

With a single step, he arrived atop the mountain behind the Daoguang Sacred Grounds.

"Screech—"

Atop the rear mountain of the Dao Palace, boundless clouds and mist coiled endlessly.

This was the former meditation ground of the Taoist Palace Master, and 1 of the foremost celestial sanctuaries in the Violet Realm.

In the mountains dwelled a celestial crane, its form elegant and slender, its aura noble and divinely pure, its cultivation having reached the awe-inspiring Nascent Soul realm that commands reverence across the land.

Since the master of the Dao Palace passed away, the immortal crane had sealed this contingency measure, forbidding outsiders from entering. Unbeknownst to all, over a 1000 years had passed without any disturbance.

However, on this very day, the immortal cranes atop the rear mountain suddenly let out piercing, alarmed cries.

It frantically beat its wings, gazing at the exiled immortal before it whose brow was etched with a silver immortal mark, and for once lowered its proud head.

"Young friend Yun Zhongzi, it has been many years. I trust you have been well since we last met."

Eldrin cast a faint glance at the immortal crane, a slight smile gracing his lips.

Yun Zhongzi’s face was etched with terror as he lowered his head and spoke with deference, “Greetings, Immortal. May you enjoy eternal bliss and immortality.”

"There is no need for formalities."

Eldrin nodded without another word, continuing to stride forward.

In just a few steps, he reached the summit of the rear mountain and arrived at a cliff edge.

Upon the cliff stood a solitary bamboo hut, beside which an ancient tree spread its gnarled branches. Beneath the tree, a Daoist sat cross-legged, gazing upward at him.

This man was none other than the former master of the Dao Palace, who had once fallen from grace. Through immortal means, Eldrin had revived his divine soul, allowing him to be reborn through the tribulation of reincarnation.

"I have seen the Immortal."

The Palace Lord of the Dao Palace immediately rose and bowed upon seeing Eldrin (Person Name).

Eldrin waved his sleeve to stop them, shaking his head calmly as he sighed and said, "In my early years, before I attained the Dao, my path was also fraught with hardships. I’ve only reached this point today thanks to the support of countless predecessors."

"And among these esteemed seniors, aside from Riverlord Chang (Person Name) and the Dao Lord of Vast Righteousness, you are also 1 who has exerted tremendous effort."

"It brings me great comfort that you have recovered the memories of your past life, finally putting my troubled heart at ease."

The Lord of the Dao Palace finally gave a nod, inviting Eldrin to take a seat as he personally brewed a pot of tea. "Cultivators pursuing the Dao must support 1 another on this path."

"In days of old, I guarded your path to enlightenment, and you in turn quelled the cataclysm—was that not also a way of protecting all of us?"

Eldrin did not reply, merely taking a shallow sip of his tea.

He pondered briefly before speaking, "Before this farewell, I traversed the Northern Nether Sea, crossed the Western Expanse of Eternal Sands, and have met with our fellow Daoist companions of bygone days."

"I have observed that many fellow cultivators possess profound foundations. Within the next several tens of thousands of years, it is likely that the Violet Realm will give rise to a few more Immortals."

The Lord of the Dao Palace was momentarily taken aback upon hearing this, then gave a slight nod after a brief pause.

In every age of turmoil, the world inevitably sees heroes rise from all corners, giving birth to many extraordinary talents rarely seen in centuries.

The Violet Realm had endured a cataclysm spanning 80,000 years. Throughout these 8 millennia, prodigious talents and true dragons emerged 1 after another, giving birth to far too many peerless heroes.

Eldrin pioneered the second volume of the Violet Realm's method of achieving immortality through physical cultivation, possessing a talent in the path of body refinement that could be considered rare even in a million years.

Cultivating dual paths to ascension, Emperor Jiang’s achievement would likely rank among the top 10 of the roughly 2 100 immortals recorded throughout the Violet Realm’s history.

The master of Myriad Tribulations Thunder Mountain had deduced the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Scripture in his lifetime, and after death, sought to defy the heavens by creating a divine entity—the 'Myriad Tribulations Thunder God.' Such talent and wisdom could truly be called rare across the ages.

The Tombkeeper Elder possessed world-surpassing cultivation, having simultaneously trained in the 3 paths of physical body, natural laws, and Dao Fruit—each advanced to the half-immortal realm. Was he not also a peerless genius rarely seen in a 100 1000 years?

As for the remaining supreme heavenly fiends—the Verdant Wood Azure Dragon, the Primordial Ice Silkworm, and the like—were they not also endowed with the makings of a Fiendgod?

Throughout these tens of thousands of years of cataclysm, numerous heroes have emerged across the Violet Realm, with far too many prodigies bursting onto the scene.

Although the pressure brought by the Great Cataclysm was utterly terrifying, most prodigies fell amidst the calamity.

Yet those who survived had been honed through countless trials, each 1 a peerless genius rarely seen in the world, now possessing the potential to glimpse the realm of ascension.

After much deliberation, the Lord of the Dao Palace could not help but ask, "In your esteemed view, Immortal, who among them might ultimately achieve ascension?"

"1 with the potential to attain immortality?"

Eldrin did not answer immediately. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "The Black Tortoise Patriarch of the Eastern Sea will likely attain immortality within a few 1000 years."

Hearing this, the Master of the Dao Palace was somewhat surprised, but he quickly nodded in agreement.

As 1 of the most ancient existences in the Violet Realm, the Black Tortoise Patriarch had accumulated foundations spanning nearly 2 100 1000 years, with both his magical power and physical body unparalleled beneath the heavens.

However, for tens of thousands of years, he had been hindered by old injuries from attaining immortality. Moreover, the Xuanwu lineage possessed exceptionally long lifespans and felt no urgency to ascend, hence he had never rashly attempted to breach the realm of immortality.

A few years prior, Eldrin had intervened using the principles of immortal cultivation, curing the Ancient Black Tortoise Patriarch of a chronic affliction he had endured for many years. It seemed the day of his ascension to immortality might not be far off.

After speaking of the Black Tortoise Patriarch, Eldrin pointed toward the arctic ice plains and said, "The Primordial Ice Silkworm is a mysterious immortal species from the ‘Frigid Immortal Realm,’ brought back to the Violet World by ancient immortals. It carries an ineffable background."

Now He slumbers within the glacier, having accumulated foundations spanning several 100 1000 years. Upon His next awakening, He shall instantly ascend to immortality.

Regarding the origins of the Primordial Ice Silkworm, Eldrin had deduced some clues. Yet, unwilling to entangle himself in further karma, he refrained from saying more.

Chapter 1: The Abandoned Disciple Mount Azurepeak's outer sect training ground was veiled in morning mist, the spiritual energy so thin it was barely perceptible. Li Ming sat cross-legged on a worn meditation cushion, his face pale as he slowly opened his eyes. "Still... no progress." He sighed softly, gazing at the few dozen spirit stones before him—barely enough to sustain basic cultivation for 3 days. Suddenly, boisterous laughter echoed from the training ground entrance. "Hah! If it isn't our 'prodigy' Senior Brother Li! What? Still stuck at the third level of Qi Refinement after 3 years?" Zhang Hu swaggered in, followed by several outer sect disciples. His gaze swept contemptuously over Li Ming's meager spirit stones. "What a waste of resources. At your level, you might as well hand over those spirit stones to me!" Li Ming's fingers dug into his palms, but he remained silent. This wasn't the first time he'd been publicly humiliated. Just as Zhang Hu reached to snatch the spirit stones, a clear voice rang out. "Enough!" A young woman in moon-white robes descended gracefully. Her delicate features carried an innate authority. "Sect rules prohibit disciples from forcibly taking others' resources. Do you wish to be punished?" Zhang Hu's face stiffened before he forced an obsequious smile. "Elder Sister Su, we were merely joking with Senior Brother Li." With a glare at Li Ming, he led his lackeys away. Su Lingxue (Person Name) turned to Li Ming, her expression softening. "Are you alright?" Li Ming nodded stiffly. "Many thanks, Elder Sister Su." She gently placed a pouch before him. "Here are 1,000 spirit stones. They should help you through this period." Before Li Ming could refuse, she had already transformed into a streak of light and vanished. Left behind was only the faint scent of orchids and the pouch of spirit stones. Returning to his dilapidated thatched hut, Li Ming finally allowed tears to streak down his face. 3 years—he'd been stuck at the third level of Qi Refinement for 3 whole years. Countless nights of bitter cultivation had yielded nothing. Suddenly, searing pain shot through his chest. The jade pendant left by his parents, which he'd worn since childhood, was glowing with strange crimson light. Before he could react, the pendant shattered, and a beam of red light shot directly between his eyebrows. "After 9 generations of reincarnation, I've finally found a suitable vessel..." An ancient voice echoed through his consciousness. "Child of my bloodline, accept the legacy of the Demon Emperor!" A flood of memories surged into Li Ming's mind: the 9 Revolutions Demon Art (Cultivation Method), the Soul Devouring Palm (Secret Technique), countless battle experiences spanning millennia... When he reopened his eyes, they gleamed with newfound sharpness. "So this is the power of the Demon Emperor's legacy..." He examined the cultivation method within his mind and gasped in shock. The first revolution alone could elevate him to Foundation Establishment! Taking a deep breath, Li Ming began circulating the technique according to the memories. The surrounding spiritual energy swirled violently, pouring into his body like a tidal wave. Crack! The barrier at the third level of Qi Refinement shattered instantly. Fourth level of Qi Refinement! Fifth level of Qi Refinement! Sixth level of Qi Refinement! In mere moments, he had broken through 3 minor realms consecutively! But this was only the beginning. The crimson energy continued coursing through his meridians, relentlessly impacting higher levels of cultivation. At dawn, Li Ming slowly opened his eyes. A crimson glow flickered briefly in their depths before fading away. "Ninth level of Qi Refinement... just half a step from Foundation Establishment." He gazed at his newly empowered hands, a complex smile gracing his lips. "Zhang Hu, Su Lingxue... just you wait." He stood up, his tattered robes now unable to conceal his extraordinary presence. The rising sun cast his shadow long across the floor—a shadow that seemed to embody both divine radiance and demonic aura. The path of cultivation was never straightforward. But from this day forth, Mount Azurepeak would never be the same.