Chapter 1136 Taiyi Golden Bamboo Cultivation Method

Behold, countless stars converged into a colossal astral bell that descended to suppress Skywind Daoist.

In his haste, Daoist Tianfeng activated his Zephyr Godbody to barely block the strike, then spat blood and was sent flying backward.

The Starry Sky Bell, with its boundless might and power to suppress all things through the rule of law, continued its descent, intent on crushing Daoist Tianfeng into oblivion within the void.

Fortunately, Eldrin promptly activated the Yin-Yang Polarization Pearl. In that fleeting moment, the luminous orbs of opposing forces intertwined eternally, cascading countless streams of primordial energy that shielded Daoist Tianfeng at the critical juncture, deflecting the stellar bell's devastating assault.

"Alas!"

When all had finally settled, a sigh echoed through the void.

Eldrin looked up and saw a wisp of the 9 Heavens Star God’s remnant soul descending. With a regretful sigh, it transformed into scattered starlight and vanished into nothingness.

"Pfft—"

Elder Tianfeng spat out a mouthful of reverse-flowing blood, his face pale with terror as he witnessed the 9 Heaven Star God turn to ashes. He gasped in horror, "What a cunning scheme the 9 Heaven Star God has laid! Even in death, he left a hidden trap behind."

"Indeed, the methods of this Star Deity are truly ruthless."

Eldrin (Person Name) also let out a sigh, finally comprehending the schemes of the extraterrestrial star deities.

The 9 Heavens Immortal, on the verge of death, could still unleash a fourth world-shattering divine ability. Originally confident of slaying Bloodspring Patriarch, yet ultimately chose not to do so.

He deliberately singled out 1 individual, unleashing 3 divine abilities in succession to severely injure Patriarch Bloodspring, then concealed the final strike within the Starry Cosmos Ancient Bell.

He had long foreseen that the Frost Fiend would never let the Bloodspring Fiend escape—this strike was deliberately reserved for the Frost Fiend Patriarch.

As he had anticipated, after the Ice Fiend Old Demon slew the Blood Spring Patriarch, he would come to claim this Starry Cosmos Ancient Bell.

At that moment, the final divine ability concealed within the Starry Cosmos Ancient Bell would be activated, and the unprepared Ice Fiend Old Demon would likely be annihilated on the spot.

Yet he could never have anticipated that the Frost Fiend would be slain by Eldrin (Person Name) and Daoist Tianfeng, causing this strike to be triggered by the 2 of them.

At this thought, Daoist Tianfeng couldn't help but be overwhelmed with lingering fear.

If not for his perfected Tempest Godbody, which granted physical defense surpassing even a top-grade immortal treasure, an ordinary Ninth Ascension cultivator caught off guard would have been annihilated in a single clash.

Were it not for the protection of Eldrin's Yin-Yang Polarization Pearl (Magic Treasure), he would have likely lost his life, or at the very least, been severely wounded.

At this thought, a still-shaken Daoist Tianfeng bowed to Eldrin (Person Name) and said, "Had you not intervened, Fellow Daoist, this old man would surely have suffered grave injuries."

"My humble greetings."

"There is no need for this."

Eldrin shook his head and spoke, "Had it not been for the Starry Cosmos Ancient Clock you activated, allowing me to trigger it, I might not have had time to activate the Yin-Yang Dual Poles Pearl."

"Seems I must thank you for taking a calamity in my stead."

Even as he spoke these words, Eldrin reminded himself inwardly that from now on, he must act with utmost caution. The final stages demanded even greater vigilance—a single misstep in moments of triumph could lead to catastrophic downfall.

With this thought, Eldrin urged the Yin Yang Polarization Pearl to shield him as he spoke, "We must proceed with caution. Let's first suppress the Starry Cosmos Ancient Bell."

"Very well."

After the final strike, the Starry Cosmos Ancient Bell no longer offered any resistance, clearly indicating the 9 Heavens Star Deity had exhausted all remaining stratagems.

After refining the Starry Cosmos Ancient Bell, Eldrin watched as Daoist Tianfeng consumed a healing elixir before inquiring, "How fares your condition, fellow Daoist?"

Elder Tianfeng replied, "My immortal body has reached perfection. Killing me is no simple feat—this wound is far from fatal."

Seeing this, Eldrin nodded, then gazed at the shattered sacred mountain and said, "The sacred mountain of the Stellaris lineage has collapsed, and the treasures within have already scattered across the world."

"To prevent them from being completely lost, we must act swiftly and recover as many as we can."

"Very well."

Elder Tianfeng nodded, immediately setting aside his recovery to join Eldrin (Person Name) in scouring the heavens and earth for treasures.

The 2 of them worked tirelessly for 3 months, gathering roughly over half of the treasures scattered across the land, before finally reuniting before the ruins of the Sacred Mountain.

Gazing at the severely damaged ruins, Immortal Tianfeng retrieved the treasure he had discovered, his expression shifting with complex emotions as he remarked, "This Cangling Ancient Star truly lives up to its reputation as a primordial relic. It indeed holds countless ancient tomes preserved through the ages."

"Alas, these ancient immortal scriptures have been passed down for far too long, and most are now incomplete. Many were also lost in this great war."

At this point, Daoist Tianfeng produced a stack of ancient texts, yet shook his head with a sigh. "I, too, have failed to locate that method for cultivating Jade Marrow Golden Shoots," he lamented.

Eldrin (Person Name) smiled faintly and produced an ancient scroll. "Fellow Daoist, there's no need for sorrow. Pray, behold what this is!"

"This is..."

Elder Tianfeng took the ancient scripture and could not help but reveal an expression of ecstatic delight.

There, upon the ancient scripture, was inscribed a line of bold characters: "Taiyi Golden Bamboo Cultivation Method, Upper Scroll".

Daoist Tianfeng carefully took the ancient text and began to read. After a long while, he couldn't contain his ecstatic exclamation: "The Taiyi Golden Bamboo! The Taiyi Golden Bamboo!"

"This Jade Marrow Golden Shoot is actually a seedling of the Taiyi Golden Bamboo!"

Eldrin gave a slight nod, a faint smile gracing his features.

Having ascended to immortality for many years, Eldrin had gradually gained extensive experience and naturally understood what the Taiyi Golden Bamboo was.

This Primordial Gold Bamboo was an astonishingly precious ninth-rank immortal treasure, a priceless supreme treasure even to Heavenly Immortals.

This object possesses an edge comparable to Taiyi Essence Gold (Divine Material), yet retains the resilience of 9 Heavens Immortal Bamboo (Divine Material), making it the supreme immortal material for forging celestial swords.

Even a celestial being of the Heavenly Immortal level would scour the realms to acquire Great Yang Gold Bamboo, using it as the primary material for forging a supreme ninth-rank immortal sword.

The scroll before his eyes was the first half of the Taiyi Golden Bamboo Cultivation Method, detailing the techniques for nurturing this legendary plant.

According to the records within the jade slip, when the Dark Jade Gold Bamboo is nurtured to its absolute limit, it will transform into an immortal bamboo shoot.

That immortal sprout was none other than the Marrow-Gold Bamboo Shoot. The Marrow-Gold Bamboo Shoot was a supreme treasure for cultivating an immortal physique, yet if allowed to grow to its ultimate state, it would transform into an eighth-tier Marrow-Gold Bamboo.

When the Jade Marrow Golden Bamboo reaches its ultimate growth, it will transform once more into the quasi-ninth-grade Taiyi Golden Bamboo Shoot.

Once the Eldrin Gold Bamboo Shoot matures, it will become a Grade-9 Eldrin Gold Bamboo.

The technique before his eyes was merely the first volume of the Great Yin Golden Bamboo Cultivation Method. It documented the method for advancing Mysterious Jade Golden Bamboo to Jade Marrow Golden Shoots, along with techniques to accelerate the maturation of Jade Marrow Golden Shoots.

As for the lower volume, it recorded the method for advancing Jade Marrow Golden Bamboo to the Great Firmament Golden Bamboo.

"It's actually the cultivation method for the Great Yang Gold Bamboo, but unfortunately, only the first half of the scroll remains."

After reading the cultivation method for the Great Yang Gold Bamboo, Daoist Tianfeng let out a sigh and shook his head regretfully.

The lower scroll of the Great Yin Gold Bamboo Cultivation Art was far too precious—even for the ancient Demon Court of the Celestial Realm, it counted among their true foundational legacies. A mere place like the Cangling Ancient Star naturally had no right to possess such a heritage.

The reason why Cangling Ancient Star possessed the upper scroll of the Taiyi Golden Bamboo Cultivation Method was that, in primordial times, this very star had served as 1 of the production sites for the Jade Marrow Golden Bamboo cultivated by the Demon Empire.

Chapter 1 The mountain mist coiled like a sleeping dragon, shrouding the peaks in an ethereal veil. A youth clad in azure robes sat cross-legged upon a towering cliff, his breathing rhythmic as the tides. Before him floated a crimson pill, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with a life of their own—the legendary 9 Revolutions Soul Pill (Elixir). "After 90-8 years of seclusion," the youth murmured, his voice barely a whisper yet carrying the weight of millennia, "the final breakthrough is within reach." Suddenly, the heavens darkened. Roiling clouds gathered overhead, their depths crackling with violet lightning. The very air grew heavy, thick with impending calamity. "Heavenly Tribulation," the youth's eyes snapped open, twin pools of ancient wisdom. "So it begins." He rose smoothly, his movements fluid as a coursing river. With a flick of his wrist, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) materialized in his grasp, its blade humming with restrained power. The first bolt descended—a blinding spear of pure destruction. The youth met it head-on, his sword tracing an arc of crimson light that split the lightning asunder. "Again!" he roared, his defiance echoing through the valleys. 9 bolts rained down in succession, each more terrifying than the last. When the final thunderclap faded, the youth stood unscathed, his aura transformed. A faint golden glow emanated from his pores—the mark of a successful Heavenly Tribulation transcendence. He sensed his spiritual awareness expanding exponentially, now capable of spanning 3 1000 miles in an instant. His cultivation had ascended from the Nascent Soul stage to the coveted Deity Transformation realm. "Eldrin (Person Name) will learn of this soon," the youth mused, a cold smile gracing his lips. "The debt of 10 1000 years shall be repaid." From his spatial ring, he produced 32,000 spirit stones, arranging them in an intricate formation. The stones shimmered, their energy converging into a vortex that tore a rift in the fabric of space. With determined steps, he crossed the threshold. The world shifted. He found himself in a bustling city where skyscrapers pierced the clouds and metallic vehicles clogged the streets. The spiritual energy here was thin, almost imperceptible. "A mortal realm?" he wondered aloud, his brow furrowing. "No matter. My quest continues here." His gaze fell upon a young man lying unconscious in a nearby alley, blood trickling from a head wound. With a gentle touch, he transferred a wisp of spiritual energy. The injured youth stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Who... who are you?" "I am but a wanderer between heaven and earth," the cultivator replied, his voice carrying the echoes of countless years. "Tell me, what is this place?" "Shanghai... year 2023," the mortal stammered, awe and fear warring in his eyes. The cultivator nodded slowly. The Game of Heavens (Secret Technique) had guided him true. The final piece of the cosmic puzzle awaited in this strange, new world. Chapter 2 Ling Xuan (Person Name) groaned, his consciousness surfacing through layers of pain and confusion. The last thing he remembered was the truck barreling toward him, then... nothing. Now he found himself staring at a figure who seemed both there and not, a man whose presence made the air hum with unseen energy. The stranger's robes flowed though no wind blew, and his eyes held galaxies within their depths. "You... you saved me?" Ling Xuan managed, pushing himself up against the cold brick wall. The cultivator studied him with unnerving intensity. "Your mortal shell was broken. I have mended it." As their eyes met, Ling Xuan's vision exploded with impossible images—dragons soaring through celestial palaces, mountains that walked and rivers that sang, battles that shattered stars and forged new constellations. "What... what are you?" he breathed, his worldview crumbling. "I am the last disciple of the Vanished Heaven Sect," the cultivator said. "I have searched for 1 such as you through countless realms. The blood of the Ancient Titans flows thin in your veins, yet it flows still." Before Ling Xuan could process this, the cultivator pressed a finger to his forehead. Knowledge flooded his mind—breathing techniques that defied biology, meridians that channeled cosmic energy, forms that could shake the very foundations of reality. "The Path begins with a single step," the cultivator intoned. "Today, you take yours." Suddenly, shouting erupted from the street. A group of men in dark suits approached, their movements too coordinated, their eyes too sharp to be ordinary. "The Shadow Web Society (Organization)," the cultivator murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. "They sense the disturbance in the spiritual matrix." The lead agent drew a weapon that glowed with unnatural blue light. "Identify yourselves!" The cultivator merely smiled. "Mortal instruments cannot harm what they cannot comprehend." He waved a hand, and time itself seemed to stutter. The agents froze mid-motion, their expressions locked in various states of alarm. "Come," the cultivator said to Ling Xuan. "Your true journey begins now." As they vanished into the shimmering air, neither noticed the lone figure observing from the rooftop, his eyes burning with crimson fire—the mark of the Blood Moon Cult (Organization). "The prophecy unfolds," the observer whispered, fading into shadows. "The Game of Heavens moves to its next phase."