Chapter 1140. 7 Sacred Peaks of the Huanxu Realm

This Mountain of Dao Transmission was where Eldrin had once imparted the Dao to his 7 disciples. Little did anyone expect it would become the most glorious pilgrimage site in the Void Realm today.

Year after year, countless cultivators gather here to offer a single incense stick, expressing gratitude to Eldrin and his 2 companions for saving all living beings.

"The accumulated power of faith within this statue has condensed into 3 ingots of Celestial Silver. It seems the beings of this realm have been offering sacrifices quite frequently."

"It seems the beings of this realm are truly grateful, to still remember my world-saving deeds after 10 1000 years."

With his keen perception, Eldrin (Person Name) could tell at a single glance that the 3 statues had accumulated vast amounts of devotional power.

However, he also understood that the reason so many beings in this realm came to offer sacrifices to him was not only because the creatures of this world remembered his kindness, but also because of the existence of the 7 Saints Palace.

As the origin of the Daoist lineage in this realm, the 7 Saints Palace has been propagating the tale of the Dao Ancestor's salvation of the world for 10 1000 years.

Thus, in the present-day Empyreal Void Realm, the salvation wrought by the Dao Ancestor had become as deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people as the legendary creation of the world by Pangu in the previous era.

Unless the world faced another cataclysmic tribulation that would utterly eradicate the cultivation legacy passed down by Eldrin, the tale of the Dao Ancestor’s salvation would never fade from the memory of the Cosmic Void Realm.

For in this realm, the path of cultivation was handed down by Eldrin. Henceforth, even if anyone in the Cosmic Void Realm were to achieve immortality, they would all be disciples and descendants of Eldrin.

They cultivated the great Dao inherited from Eldrin, which not only failed to diminish Eldrin's merits, but instead further enhanced the prestige of the Dao Ancestor.

"Those 7 lads."

Eldrin sighed inwardly, a faint sense of relief blooming in his chest.

With a mere flick of his sleeve, he drew all the incense power from the 3 statues into his palm.

"This is..."

The cultivators engaged in the ritual suddenly witnessed billions of golden rays emanating from the statue.

Boundless streams of faith power boiled forth from within, soaring into the void before converging entirely into the hands of a majestic figure.

Before they could react, divine hymns of the Great Dao began resonating from the void above.

"I am the Daoist of the Returning Abyss, who saved this realm from the brink of life and death 10 1000 years ago."

"The incense offerings you have presented, this venerable self has received in full. Thus, I bestow upon you the Universal Salvation Immortal Light."

As Eldrin's voice faded, with a mere flick of his sleeve, he unleashed hundreds of millions of celestial rays, an endless cascade of divine light descending upon the world.

All living beings bathed in the immortal light, feeling their spiritual souls and physical bodies undergoing sublimation. Their foundations and latent potential experienced tremendous enhancement, with many even achieving immediate breakthroughs in their cultivation realms.

No 1 knew how much time had passed before the Universal Salvation Immortal Light gradually dissipated into nothingness. When the crowd lifted their heads to gaze into the void, they discovered the figure of the Dao Ancestor had already vanished without a trace.

It was only then that someone snapped back to reality, promptly prostrating himself and saying, "We respectfully bid farewell to the Dao Ancestor."

"We bid farewell to the Grand Dao Ancestor!"

Only then did the multitude awaken to realization, each offering deep ceremonial bows.

The starry sky was ethereal, the heavens and earth vast and boundless.

In the boundless heavens above, 2 figures stood firm.

1 was clad in snow-white robes, ethereal as a celestial being descended from the heavens—this was naturally Eldrin. The other had hair as white as frost, a green-robed immortal maiden with the youthful countenance of 1 who defied age.

The celestial maiden gazed at Eldrin, her face overcome with profound emotion as she prostrated herself upon the ground.

"Disciple Su Qiongfang (Person Name) pays respects to the teacher."

"There is no need for formalities."

Looking at the person before him, Eldrin let out a sigh and remarked with a tinge of nostalgia, "In the fleeting span of 10 1000 years, even you, Little 7, have nearly exhausted your lifespan."

The immortal maiden’s expression darkened upon hearing this. "All 6 of my senior brothers have passed away," she said sorrowfully. "What a pity about Third Senior Brother. Had he held on for just 1 more cycle of 60 years, he might have lived to see you."

"I am already aware of your 6 senior brothers."

Eldrin (Person Name) let out a soft sigh, a wave of emotion washing over his heart.

Upon first arriving in this realm, he had divined the fates of his 7 disciples, and knew full well that 6 among them had already passed away.

Back in the day, he had taken on 7 nominal disciples in this realm. Among them, 4 had likely failed to withstand the Soul-Transformation Heavenly Tribulation or lacked the innate talent to reach the Soul-Transformation Realm, ultimately withering away into the long river of time.

The Eldest Disciple, the Third Disciple, and Little 7 Su Qiongfang (Person Name) possessed extraordinary talent—each had weathered the Soul Tribulation and broken through to the Soul Formation Realm.

In this realm, the eldest disciple possessed unparalleled talent, having actually cultivated to the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) despite the extreme scarcity of cultivation resources. The third disciple had also reached Primordial Spirit, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm), making them both remarkably gifted individuals.

Alas, this realm had suffered devastating blows, and the precious Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) had long vanished before the great calamity. They possessed no life-extending spiritual treasures to live another lifetime.

3 100 years ago, the eldest disciple exhausted his lifespan and passed away in seated meditation. 1 cycle of 60 years prior, the third disciple also underwent Dao dissolution atop the Chuan Dao Mountain.

Only Su Qiongfang remained holding on desperately, yet her remaining lifespan was now less than 1 100 years.

At this thought, Eldrin sighed and said, "All karma in this world follows its destined path."

"Although your senior brothers possessed higher cultivation bases, alas, they failed to wait for this master's arrival. 1 can only say they lacked sufficient immortal fate."

At this point, Eldrin took out a Longevity Immortal Apricot and handed it to Su Qiongfang, saying, "For this descent to the mortal realm, I have brought a Realm-Shattering Immortal Ark that can carry 10 people to the immortal world."

"Would you be willing to accompany this master to the celestial realms?"

Su Qiongfang’s heart surged with wild joy, yet she couldn’t resist saying, “The Ascension Immortal nomination must be exceedingly rare. I am merely an unofficial disciple—how could I dare claim such a precious opportunity?”

Eldrin smiled faintly, then shook his head. "Observing your deeds in the Ethereal Realm over these 10 1000 years, it is evident there still exist those who honor their ancestors."

"Your master has now established a foothold in the immortal realm, yet lacks helping hands. You shall accompany me to the celestial world and lend your strength to my cause."

Su Qiongfang, seeing this, finally accepted the Longevity Immortal Apricot and said, "This disciple thanks the Master for your grace and guidance."

Eldrin nodded slightly upon hearing this.

As the saying goes, "When a man attains the Dao, even his pets ascend to heaven." Eldrin's current strength now far surpasses even the Ninth Heaven of Immortal Ascension, making him utterly incomparable to his former self.

Bringing along some disciples to ascend to the Immortal Realm was no longer difficult—it was merely a matter of expending a bit more cost.

Accompanied by Su Qiongfang, Eldrin summoned the Crimson Plume Immortal Vessel and set course for the Violet Realm. This time, they arrived beyond the Violet Realm's boundaries before long.

Upon returning to the Violet Realm, Eldrin discovered that the demonic abyss miasma enveloping the realm had dissipated by nearly half, revealing scattered starlight.

Evidently, due to the demise of the Calamity Demon God, this supreme-grade Acquired Spirit Treasure had already begun to shed its demonic aura completely.

"Perhaps in another few tens of thousands of years, the Demonic Abyss will transform back into the Starry Abyss."

Eldrin murmured, "This Calamity Abyss was originally the lower-grade innate spiritual treasure 'Mysterious Stellar Abyss,' the companion treasure of the Mysterious Stellar Deity."

Alas, the Celestial Star Deity of the Profound Mystery was tainted by demonic blood in its embryonic stage, forced to descend prematurely and ultimately becoming that calamitous Disaster Abomination.

Now that the Calamity Fiendgod has fallen, the Profound Brilliance Star Abyss is gradually beginning to restore its original form.

Although it was still difficult to restore it to the level of an Innate Spiritual Treasure, it was highly possible for it to become a top-tier Immortal Treasure once again.

"This Mysterious Stellar Abyss was formed from a fallen Innate Spiritual Treasure. If its foundation is restored in the future, there might still be a sliver of hope for it to return to being an Innate Spiritual Treasure."

"It still carries a wisp of the aura of an innate spiritual treasure, no wonder it can conceal the aura of the Purple Realm."

Chapter 1: The Prodigal Son Returns The mountain gate of the Azure Cloud Sect stood tall and majestic, its stone steps covered in moss that bore witness to the passage of countless years. Lin Xuan stood at the foot of the mountain, his plain blue robes fluttering in the breeze. His eyes, once clouded with confusion, now shone with the sharpness of a honed blade. "3 years," he murmured, his fingers unconsciously tracing the simple storage pouch at his waist. "I've finally returned." Memories flooded back—the humiliation of being expelled from the sect, the scornful glances of his former peers, and the fateful encounter that had changed everything. The ordinary-looking ring he'd received from the dying old man had proven to be an incredible inheritance, containing the complete cultivation method of the Primordial Chaos Art. "Senior Brother Lin?" A young disciple guarding the gate stared in disbelief. "Is that really you?" Lin Xuan offered a faint smile. "I've come to reclaim what's rightfully mine." The disciple's expression shifted from surprise to pity. "Senior Brother, the Inner Sect examination begins today. With your current... condition..." Before he could finish, a haughty voice interrupted from behind. "Well, if it isn't the once-great genius Lin Xuan! Have you finally crawled back from whatever hole you've been hiding in?" Turning, Lin Xuan saw Zhao Shan surrounded by several followers. 3 years hadn't changed his former rival much—the same arrogant tilt to his chin, the same contempt in his eyes. "Zhao Shan." Lin Xuan's voice remained calm. "I see you're still as unpleasant as ever." Zhao Shan's face darkened. "You dare! Do you know I've reached the 7th level of Qi Refinement? You, a mere waste who lost all his cultivation—" "7th level?" Lin Xuan chuckled. "After 3 years, that's all you've accomplished?" The surrounding disciples gasped. How dare someone who'd lost all his cultivation speak to an Inner Sect disciple like that! "You're seeking death!" Zhao Shan's hand flew to the hilt of his sword, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss glowing ominously. But before he could draw it, a powerful pressure suddenly emanated from Lin Xuan—not the weak aura of someone who'd lost their cultivation, but the formidable presence of someone at the 9th level of Qi Refinement! "How... how is this possible?" Zhao Shan staggered back, his face pale. "You... your dantian was shattered! I saw it myself!" Lin Xuan took a step forward, the pressure intensifying. "Some things, Zhao Shan, are beyond your understanding." From the main hall high on the mountain, several elders watching the scene exchanged startled glances. "The 9th level of Qi Refinement! And such pure spiritual energy!" "Could it be that he not only recovered his cultivation but made a breakthrough?" "The Inner Sect examination just became much more interesting." Lin Xuan ignored Zhao Shan's stunned expression and began ascending the stone steps. With each step, the spiritual energy around him vibrated, forming faint, swirling patterns. The Prodigal Son had returned. And the Azure Cloud Sect would never be the same again.