Chapter 999 : The Abyss Trembles

Even now, though the Catastrophe Demon God was grievously wounded, with the Catastrophe Demonic Abyss [a realm of pure demonic energy and chaos] shielding him, he remained nearly invincible, leaving the three of them utterly powerless against him.

Seeing they could not slay the Catastrophe Demon God, Exquisite Jiang turned to Eldrin Chen with a grave expression. "He is protected by the Demonic Abyss [a realm of pure demonic energy and chaos]. Husband, do you have a way to cut him down?"

"Do not worry. Though the Demonic Abyss is powerful, it is not without its limits!"

Eldrin Chen's expression was calm. As his words fell, a brilliant radiance erupted from within the Purple Seal Realm [a sealed world suffused with profound spiritual energy].

In that instant, an endless tide of the world's power surged forth, clashing relentlessly against the Demonic Abyss.

The Purple Seal Realm had been suppressed by the Demonic Abyss for tens of thousands of years. Though the Demon God had used the power of the Demonic Abyss to trap the Purple Seal Realm, the realm itself was not without the power to resist.

Now, as the Outer Realm Demon God [a demonic deity from beyond this world] marshaled the Demonic Abyss for his defense, the abyss found itself unable to completely overwhelm the Purple Seal Realm.

At this critical juncture in the great battle, the will of the Purple Seal Realm launched a fierce counterattack. Surging world-power began to steadily suppress the force of the Demonic Abyss.

The Catastrophe Demon God had used the Catastrophe Demonic Abyss to seal the Purple Seal Realm, never imagining this very act would lead to the Demonic Abyss being held in check by the realm it sought to contain.

Seizing the opportunity, Eldrin Chen and his two companions struck. This time, their attacks finally managed to shake the power of the Demonic Abyss, causing the protective shroud of abyssal energy to visibly tremble and flicker. Immerse yourself in the complete world at audio-novel.com.

"Damnation!"

"Hold them back!"

Seeing the situation turn dire, Catastrophe Demon God momentarily revealed a look of panic.

In his haste, he let out a furious roar that shook the Boundless Starry Sky: "Warriors of the Fiend Race, come to my aid!"

As the Catastrophe Demon God's words fell, the eyes of billions within the Demonic Abyss burned crimson.

In that instant, their Life Soul [the core of their life force and consciousness] was seized. Disregarding their own survival, they poured their Vitality [life force essence] and magical power into the Demonic Abyss.

Though most of these Fiend Race cultivators were not of high cultivation level, their numbers within the Demonic Abyss were nearly limitless. Fueled by their willingness to sacrifice themselves, the power of the Demonic Abyss grew ever more formidable.

Bolstered by the Vitality and magical power of countless billions of Fiend Race, the Demonic Abyss finally stabilized, its power even beginning to overwhelm the natural energies of the Purple Seal Realm.

"A desperate measure that only worsens the poison!"

Unmoved by the Demon God's final act of madness, Eldrin Chen remained expressionless, his gaze shifting towards the Starry Sky Battlefield.

Amidst the starry expanse, the war between humanity and the fiends raged with unrelenting ferocity.

Countless Human Race great powers joined forces, unleashing torrents of arcane might to strike across the heavens, seeking to slay legions of Fiend Race and diminish the power of the Demonic Abyss.

"Slay—!"

The battle in the void raged on, with the two races of humans and fiends fighting to the brink of madness.

Eldrin Chen swept his gaze across the battlefield and witnessed a searing sword-light erupt. With a single stroke, Heaven Abandoned Lin unleashed a sword energy that spanned countless Li-lengths, consecutively beheading three Fiend Race Primordial Spirit [cultivators whose spiritual core has fully formed]. Wherever his sword energy passed, legions of Fiend Race were utterly annihilated.

Kael Chen also fought with all his might. Golden Buddhist radiance bloomed around him, interwoven with flows of violet Daoist profundity and a demonic heart that devoured all in its path.

Amidst the chaos of war, Kael Chen carved a bloody path through millions of Li-lengths of starry void. Unbeknownst even to himself, he achieved a monumental breakthrough, successfully cultivating three types of Pseudo Path Fruit.

Above his head, three ethereal blossoms unfurled. Upon each of these illusory Path Fruit [the condensed essence of a cultivator's understanding of a particular Dao or law] sat a figure: one a Buddha, one a Dao Ancestor, and one a Demon Monarch.

Empowered by these three Path Fruit, Kael Chen, though having just broken through to the Demigod Realm, possessed a cultivation base that far surpassed the typical limits of a Demigod, becoming even more astonishing than Heaven Abandoned Lin.

With a mere flick of his sleeve, he thrust his palm forward. The three supreme powers of Buddhism, Daoism, and Demonic cultivation fused into one, sweeping across the battlefield and purging over a million Li-lengths of the Demonic Abyss in its wake.

Amidst the surging tide of cultivators, Sea-Calmer Path Master, Solar Fire Path Master, Dorian Ji, and others waged their battles. Alongside them, powerful Primordial Spirit [the spiritual core of a cultivator] cultivators like Lila, Violet Consort Yan, and Nyssa Qu fought to quell the great calamity.

Yet this was not all. From within the Heavenly Scar, one Infant Soul [a nascent soul formed within a cultivator's dantian] and Path Lord [a master of a profound cultivation path] after another arrived from the Purple Seal Realm, all eager to join the final battle to pacify the cataclysm.

Eldrin Chen saw Eternal Profound Chen. He saw Silas Chen. He saw the Five Poisons Young Master and the Solar Fire Vermilion Bird [a mythical firebird of the south].

He witnessed young cultivators fighting desperately, drenched in blood as they slew formidable foes. He saw peak-stage warriors, even in their prime, striking out in all directions, their bodies bearing grievous wounds as they charged deeper into the heart of the Demonic Abyss.

In that moment, it mattered not whether one was human or of the Demon Race. Rank and cultivation were irrelevant. Every single being fought with all their might to slay the fiends, each striving to contribute their final measure of strength to end the great tribulation.

Some met a tragic and heroic end. Others unleashed sword energies that cleaved through all before them. But most, bearing their wounds and their pain, continued their march toward what seemed a certain death. Read, share, and discuss at audio-novel . com.

"Slay them all!"

A white-haired elder cultivator, his Vitality [the life force and essence of a living being] utterly drained, squeezed out the last dregs of his spiritual power. With a final, desperate strike, he cut down the Fiend Race [a race of malevolent, demonic beings] before him, saving a young man at his side. But the effort left him like a lamp whose oil had run dry.

Beside him, a pale-faced youth, trembling with fear and horror, supported the old man. His voice choked with sobs as he cried out, "Patriarch! Patriarch!"

"Do not fret, child."

The white-haired elder was hunched over, seemingly clinging to his final breath.

His wrinkled, aged face was full of kindness as he stroked the youthful cheek of the boy beside him and smiled. "A thousand years ago, when I was your age, I witnessed the birth of Immortal with my own eyes."

"And now, I have been able to personally take part in quelling this great calamity. I can truly say I have no regrets in this life."

Gazing at the youth, the old man seemed to see a vision of the past—himself on a solitary boat, conversing with Patriarch.

A fleeting millennium had passed. The Patriarch of yore had long returned to dust, yet he himself had become the kind of person that Patriarch had been. And the one before him now was so strikingly similar to his own younger self.

"Patriarch..."

The boy wept bitterly, his eyes filled with profound anguish.

The tales of Patriarch's childhood were stories he had heard countless times. Back then, Patriarch was still young, yet he followed the Old Patriarch of that era across the boundless Eastern Sea to witness the birth of Immortal—an act the boy had always admired most.

All these years, he had listened to them merely as tales. Now, having lived through the calamity himself and watched Patriarch die to save him, his heart was filled with an ever-deepening sense of bewilderment.

"Do not be lost. Do not be bewildered."

The old cultivator shook his head, a bitter smile gracing his lips. "A Patriarch's cultivation is at the Golden Core Realm [the third major stage of cultivation, where one's spiritual energy condenses into a solid golden core], with a lifespan of merely a thousand years or so. To have witnessed the birth of an Immortal [a being who has transcended mortality and ascended to a higher plane of existence] with my own eyes, to have personally taken part in quelling a great calamity... this counts as the greatest honor of my life."

"Yet for us cultivators, if we cannot achieve immortality, a thousand years is but a fleeting wisp of smoke in the eyes of an Immortal."

"You are still young. Your path stretches long before you. I hope you can walk it well, step by steady step."

"I hope you can surpass me, surpass the Patriarch of our sect in his prime. Do not remain trapped within the Golden Core Realm..."

The old cultivator's voice gradually faded, dissolving into nothingness.

The youth stood speechless, his bewildered gaze slowly clearing. He clutched the old cultivator tightly, then gritted his teeth, took up his sword, and strode forward, intent on continuing the unfinished battle.

At that moment, a white-haired elder grasped his arm and shook his head. "You are still young. The road ahead is long."

"Live well. Do not let his sacrifice be in vain."

"This war... I shall walk it for you..."

Within the vast Demonic Abyss, Divine Ability [supernatural powers derived from profound cultivation], mystical techniques, magical treasure [enchanted artifacts used by cultivators], and Immortal Sword [a sword of peerless sharpness and spiritual power] clashed and intertwined. A life-and-death struggle swallowed everything.

Eldrin Chen stood in silent vigil atop the Heavenly Vault, his gaze sweeping across the vista below, a profound stillness settling within his heart.

"To muster the strength of an entire realm, to withstand a cataclysm spanning eighty-six thousand years."

"You, all of you, have lived lives worthy of the Purple Seal Realm that nurtured you."

"This great tribulation... it is time for it to end."

Eldrin Chen murmured the words to himself, then took a calm, deliberate step, ascending into the heavens. Support the author by reading on audio-novel dot com.