Chapter 1077 Remembering the Words of the Past

He then pointed toward the North Sea, drew a deep breath, and said, "The Kunpeng Demon Saint possessed unparalleled talent. Though the mortal realm's illusions could hardly aid his ascension to immortality, he too endured countless trials amidst the great calamity."

"In my opinion, his chances of attaining immortality should be no less than 50 percent."

The Lord of the Dao Palace listened quietly. Watching Eldrin name 3 mighty demon elders in succession, he couldn't help but voice his concern with a worried tone: "Among these 3 great demon elders, 2 are almost certain to attain immortality, while the third has a 50 percent chance."

"Which among our human race holds the promise of ascension?"

"Our human race..."

"Among the human race, there should be no small number of those with the potential to attain immortality."

Eldrin lifted the fragrant tea and took a delicate sip.

He set it down unhurriedly before finally smiling. "Across the 5 Domains and 4 Seas of this world, our human race occupies more than half. Talented geniuses and outstanding heroes emerge in an endless stream."

Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name) of the Eastern Sea holds a 20 percent chance of attaining immortality, while Lin Tianqi of the Eastern Wastes, having weathered countless tribulations, is estimated to possess no less than a 50 percent probability of ascension.

"The Divine Monk of Western Deserts who subdues demons may tread the path of physical ascension to immortality. Should the Tribulation-Transcending Divine Monk recover his memories, his chances of achieving immortality would be no less than 50 percent."

"The master of the Northern Plains' Drifting Snow Palace, the lord of the Southern Sea's Glazed Glass Palace, the ruler of the Southern Wildlands' Blazing Fire Palace, the Hall Master of the Starry Abode, and even the Mingyuan Daoist from your own lineage—each possesses a sliver of possibility to ascend as an immortal."

"Although the Netherworld Old Ancestor treads the demonic path, with the fall of the Outer Realm Demon God, his road to becoming a True Demon now lies completely unobstructed."

Eldrin (Person Name) spoke with measured grace, pointing out 1 exceptional talent after another—each a supreme powerhouse among humankind.

These individuals had endured countless hardships, each having cultivated a trace of immortal bearing. While none could guarantee they would certainly attain immortality, they had at least grasped a sliver of possibility.

Indeed, this was to be expected. Those cultivators capable of reaching the 9th level of the Nascent Soul realm—were they not all peerless talents rarely seen across millennia?

Not to mention these individuals had weathered countless battles, surviving hundreds of fights through that terrifying demonic tribulation. Their methods were truly extraordinary.

Setting aside prodigies like Eldrin, even when compared to immortals of the same realm, they would hardly be any weaker.

According to Eldrin's (Person Name) estimation, among these individuals, 1 or 2 might truly ascend to become immortals.

After speaking of these individuals, Eldrin continued, "Within my lineage, my clansman Kael has mastered the essence of Buddhist, Daoist, and Demonic paths. I fear his prospects may extend far beyond merely attaining immortality."

"My nephew Ethan has comprehended the profound mystery of life and death. Should he attain enlightenment of the Law of Life and Death, achieving immortality would undoubtedly be within his grasp."

Among the disciples, the eldest disciple Qingfeng (Person Name) underwent his tribulation and entered the Eastern Barren Bloodspring (Location). With his Pure Yang Dao Body (Cultivation Physique), he shall achieve perfection in his cultivation within tens of thousands of years, and attaining immortality would then be a matter of course.

"My second disciple, Lu Wenyuan (Person Name), possesses the 4 Symbols Dao Body (Spiritual Root). His foundation is fairly solid, giving him a 30 percent chance of attaining immortality."

"The remaining Chen Fusu and Gu Lanshan, among others, have all received my meticulous cultivation. In time, they too may harbor a glimmer of hope to ascend as immortals."

Listening to Eldrin’s eloquent narration, the master of the Dao Palace found himself captivated, realizing that within the Violet Realm, there were many qualified to glimpse the immortal realm.

He shook his head and, after a long while, sighed. "If only our old comrades like Elder Taiyuan and the Hallmaster of Taixuan had survived, they might have attained the Half-Immortal realm by now, gaining a sliver of opportunity to glimpse the boundary between Immortal and Demon."

Taiyuan, Taixuan...

Eldrin (Person Name) couldn't help but let out a soft sigh upon hearing this.

Not only Taiyuan and Taixuan, but even the former master of the Endless Sky Pavilion possessed a spark of the immortal ascension potential.

"This farewell parts me from the mortal dust, yet my return knows no appointed hour."

“I only hope that after countless lifetimes, I may yet see you again in the immortal realm, or perhaps meet you once more amidst the mortal dust.”

"Perhaps by then, we shall still recognize 1 another and sit together to discourse upon the Dao."

He still remembered the parting words left by the Lord of the Endless Sky Pavilion upon his nirvana, a faint ache lingering in Eldrin's heart.

If the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion had survived, with his world-shaking, immortal-startling talent, tempered through the trials of calamity, his chances of attaining immortality would likely have been no less than 30%.

"I still remember those words spoken that year, unforgettable in this lifetime."

Eldrin's heart was heavy with sorrow, and he could bear to speak no more.

He glanced at the Palace Master before taking a deep breath and declaring, "The lineage of the Dao Palace possesses an extraordinary heritage. Throughout the countless ages spanning over a million years, it has successively produced 17 immortals."

“如今你找回记忆，便犹如涅槃新生，终于百尺竿头更进一步，看来足以成为道宫供奉的第十八位仙人老祖了。”

Hearing this, the Master of the Dao Palace remained composed, giving a slight nod.

In his hand, specks of light shimmered into view—it was actually the nascent form of a Law.

Although this nascent law was insignificant and would still require considerable time to transform from illusory to tangible, it had already crossed the critical threshold of materialization.

Next, the Lord of the Dao Palace only needed to gradually refine the embryonic laws to summon the heavenly tribulation and ascend to immortality.

In truth, the reason Eldrin had come to the Dao Palace Sanctuary and sought out the Master of Dao Palace in person was precisely because he had sensed the emergence of this nascent law from the Master of Dao Palace.

"20-6 1000 and some years of arduous cultivation, tempered through 20 great tribulations—truly, taking this step was no easy feat."

The Master of the Dao Palace spoke with measured grace. Having weathered countless tribulations to reach this stage, he could truly be considered a late bloomer compared to many immortals throughout the ages.

Most Immortals possessed extraordinary talents, typically cultivating a path to ascension within their first lifetime.

Eldrin gave a slight nod and inquired, "When do you intend to ascend to immortality? If you plan to achieve it within a 1000 years, I can leave behind some contingencies to lend you a hand."

"No need."

The Lord of the Dao Palace shook his head, yet a faint luminescence kindled within his pupils.

His gaze pierced the boundless heavens, pupils reflecting the ever-shifting clouds and the vicissitudes of sea transforming into mulberry fields.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, and said, "Our Dao Palace lineage has produced 17 Immortals in succession. Among them, only 1 Patriarch cultivated 2 distinct paths to immortality. That Patriarch is the sole Earth Immortal our Dao Palace lineage has ever produced."

"Though I fall short of the unparalleled talents of our ancestral founders, nor can I match the transcendent enlightenment of the venerable predecessors."

"Yet the path of cultivation is not solely determined by astonishing comprehension or extraordinary talent. I believe great perseverance and unwavering determination may hold greater significance."

The master of the Dao Palace spoke unhurriedly, and after a long while, he sighed, "No matter what, I still wish to try—to see if I can journey further and become the second Earth Immortal Ancestor of our Dao Palace lineage."

"Insight, Talent, Perseverance, and Fortitude."

Eldrin murmured softly, and after a long while, he nodded and said, "You are right. Among the countless prodigies throughout the ages, how many with astonishing talent and insight never attained enlightenment and ascended to immortality?"

"On the contrary, it was those with extraordinary determination and perseverance who, relying on their unwavering resolve, successfully cultivated the Dao Fruit of Immortality, thereby ascending to the celestial realm."

He spoke eloquently, affirming the Dao Heart of the Palace Master.

After a long while, he pondered slightly before speaking, "There are many in the Violet Realm with potential to attain immortality. A single divine fruit from the Violet God Tree once every 3,000 years will likely prove insufficient."

"After this parting, I shall journey to the Central Ancestral Domain to restore the Violet God Tree for you all. Consider this my contribution to your ascension to immortality."

Chapter 1: The Abandoned Disciple The mountain peaks pierced the clouds like jagged swords, shrouded in an eternal mist that swirled with spiritual energy. Here, the air itself seemed to vibrate with the profound mysteries of the Great Dao. Ling Xiao dragged his battered body along the narrow mountain path, each step sending jolts of agony through his meridians. His once-pristine white robes were now torn and stained with blood and grime. 3 days ago, he had been the most promising outer sect disciple of the Profound Sky Sect. Now, he was nothing but a cripple. "They shattered my dantian," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. "All my cultivation... gone." Memories flashed through his mind—the sneering faces of his former senior brothers, the cold indifference in Elder Ming's eyes when he pronounced the verdict. A mere trifle, they said. An unfortunate accident during cultivation. But Ling Xiao knew the truth. He had seen something he shouldn't have—the young master of the Zhou Family practicing forbidden demonic arts, consuming the life force of mortal villagers. When he tried to expose the truth, this was his reward. A bitter smile touched his lips. Without a functioning dantian, he could no longer circulate spiritual energy. He was worse than mortal now—at least mortals could still strengthen their bodies through martial arts. His foot caught on a root, sending him tumbling down a steep slope. Rocks and thorns tore at his skin, but he barely felt the pain. What was physical suffering compared to the agony of having 1's cultivation destroyed? When he finally came to a stop at the bottom of the ravine, he found himself lying in a patch of strangely luminous grass. The plants glowed with a soft silver light, their energy soothing his wounds slightly. "Spirit-revering grass?" he muttered in disbelief. "But this is the abandoned back mountain... How could such precious herbs grow here?" With great effort, he pushed himself up and looked around. The ravine was hidden from view above by thick layers of mist. Strange rock formations dotted the landscape, arranged in patterns that seemed to tug at his damaged spiritual senses. His eyes widened as he noticed something even more extraordinary—the entire area was devoid of the oppressive demonic energy that plagued other parts of the mountain range. Instead, pure spiritual energy flowed freely, so dense it formed visible streams of light in the air. "How is this possible?" he whispered. "The sect records never mentioned..." His words died in his throat as his gaze fell upon a massive stone tablet half-buried in the earth. Time and erosion had worn away most of the inscriptions, but he could still make out a few characters: "Heaven... Reverse... Cave..." A sudden tremor passed through the ground. The spirit-revering grass around him glowed brighter, their silver light converging toward the stone tablet. Before his astonished eyes, the ancient stone began to shimmer, revealing a hidden entrance that hadn't been there moments before. From within the darkness beyond the entrance, a voice echoed—ancient, weary, yet containing unimaginable power. "1 100 1000 years I have waited," the voice murmured, each word resonating with the essence of the Great Dao. "Tell me, child of shattered dreams... Would you trade your remaining lifespan for a chance at vengeance?" Ling Xiao's heart hammered against his ribs. This was no ordinary cave—this was a secret realm, 1 that shouldn't exist according to everything he knew. He took a shaky breath, his mind racing. He had nothing left to lose. Everything had been taken from him—his cultivation, his future, his dignity. "Senior," he said, his voice steadier than he expected. "This lowly 1 has already lost everything. If my remaining years can purchase even a sliver of justice, then I offer them freely." A soft chuckle echoed from the darkness. "Good. Very good. Step forward, child. Let us see what destiny has woven for you." As Ling Xiao crossed the threshold, the stone entrance sealed behind him, leaving no trace of its existence. The spirit-revering grass resumed their normal glow, and the ravine fell silent once more, guarding its ancient secret.