Chapter 1142. Elder Uncle, Long Time No See, How Have You Been?

The Star Palace Lord possessed inherently exceptional talent. Back when establishing the Great Dipper Array, he received Eldrin's full support. Thus, his current comprehension of immortal dao principles falls within anticipated expectations.

The last Kael (Person Name), who simultaneously cultivated the fruits of Buddhism, Daoism, and Demonic Paths, found it only natural to forge a foundation capable of ascending to immortality.

At this thought, Eldrin spoke up, "I shall go meet those 7 individuals."

The Will of Heaven had already anticipated this and said, "Lin Tianqi is currently in seclusion, comprehending the Immortal Physique, while the Roc Demon Saint is delving into the power of the Dao Fruit. If you wish to gather all 7 individuals, you will have to wait a few more years."

"I come bearing fortuitous encounters. They will emerge from seclusion."

Eldrin spoke with an air of detachment before setting off toward the Eastern Wastelands.

Eastern Wastelands (Location), Flaming Sea of the Infernal Prison.

Within a mountain abode, an elder with silver hair opened his eyes and called out toward the entrance with a furrowed brow.

Child.

"Master, your servant is present!"

Outside the cave abode, a young attendant hurriedly bowed and said.

The white-haired elder nodded and inquired, "Is there any matter to report to the clan?"

The boy was puzzled, but still replied, "Reporting to you, Master, nothing of significance has occurred within the clan."

"You may withdraw."

The old man waved his hand, signaling the young attendant to withdraw.

After the young servant departed, the old man furrowed his brow slightly and murmured in confusion, "Though nothing has occurred, why is this old master unable to attain tranquility today?"

"Wrong!"

The old man shook his head. With his current half-immortal cultivation base, such a phenomenon would never occur without reason.

With this thought, he emerged from his cavern abode, intending to see if any important matters had arisen among the clan.

But as soon as he stepped out of the cave abode, he discovered a man clad in snow-white robes standing there, gazing at him with a faint, serene smile.

Elder Uncle.

"Long time no see. How have you been?"

“Eldrin (Person Name)…”

For 10 1000 years, the 1 he had longed for day and night now stood before him. The elder uncle’s entire body trembled faintly, and a glimmer of tears welled up in his eyes.

He grabbed Eldrin tightly, his voice choked with emotion as he said, "Good... good... all is well!"

Meeting so abruptly, Chen Changxuan actually failed to conceal his emotional turmoil. He gripped Eldrin’s hand firmly, his voice thick with emotion as he said, “It’s good that you’ve returned. Tell your old uncle, how have you fared all these years in the Immortal Realm?”

"Thanks to your blessings, it has been relatively smooth."

A warmth blossomed in Eldrin's (Person Name) heart, and he began to recount his experiences over the years to the elder uncle.

Listening to his account of the Chen family's experiences over the years, Chen Changxuan's expression shifted between worry and joy.

Learning that he had built a considerable fortune and fathered 5 children, the old grand-uncle clapped his hands in heartfelt delight.

But when he mentioned exploring several ruins, Chen Changxuan’s expression turned alarmed. "You’ve already attained immortality," he cautioned, "so there’s no need to take such risks. Remember—do not venture into those ruins again."

At this point, Chen Changxuan spoke with a touch of relief, "Having journeyed this far, your temperament and methods have reached near-perfect harmony. This old man truly can set his heart at ease."

The 2 conversed for a long while before Eldrin seized the opportunity to inquire, "A 100 million years have passed since we parted. How fares our clan?"

"Our clan is now the foremost immortal clan in the Violet Realm!"

Hearing him mention the family, the elder uncle’s face lit up with a touch of pride as he began recounting the changes the Chen Clan had undergone over the years.

After more than a 1000 years apart, the Chen Immortal Clan (Organization) has seen successive generations of elites emerge, producing 1 generation of prodigies after another.

To this day, the Chen Immortal Clan (Organization) boasted over 3 100 Primordial Spirits (Cultivation Realm), among which dozens had reached the Late Stage of Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm). Even among the 30-6 Half-Immortals (Cultivation Realm) of the Violet Realm (World), the Chen Clan alone accounted for a full 7.

Speaking of the 7 Half-Immortals, Chen Changxuan remarked with heartfelt pride, "Our Chen Clan now boasts 7 Half-Immortals. Even when measured against the entire ancient history of the Violet Cinnabar World, our lineage may well rank among the most illustrious immortal clans."

As he spoke in a measured and compelling tone, Eldrin gradually came to understand the current situation of the Chen family.

Back in the day, before Eldrin (Person Name) ascended, he left the Chen Family with an unprecedented foundation, which naturally gave rise to numerous unparalleled prodigies.

Among the prodigies of the Chen family, 7 individuals ultimately distinguished themselves, having forged a Half-Immortal Foundation.

Among these 7 individuals, the strongest was naturally Kael. He had already mastered the 3 paths of Buddhism, Daoism, and demonic arts simultaneously, achieving an unprecedented supreme dao fruit. All that remained was to withstand the heavenly thunder tribulation to ascend to immortality.

Chen Ethan was slightly less accomplished by half a measure. He intended to simultaneously comprehend the power of both life and death laws—a challenge far greater than grasping a single law—yet still managed to condense a quasi-immortal dao fruit of virtual laws.

Third was the old clan leader, Chen Changxuan. By cultivating through the fire veins of the Blazing Prison Sea, he had reached the Half-Immortal realm. As long as the Blazing Prison Sea remained unexhausted, he was virtually invincible; beyond it, however, his strength was merely that of an ordinary Half-Immortal.

The 4 individuals behind them were Chen Fusu (Person Name), Chen Zuxuan (Person Name), Lu Wenyuan (Person Name), and Gu Lanshan (Person Name).

Among the group, Chen Fusu and Chen Zuxuan need no introduction. Lu Wenyuan is a disciple of Eldrin (Person Name), while Gu Lanshan is the personal apprentice of Lyra (Person Name).

After listening to them, Eldrin nodded and said, "There's no need to say more, Elder Brother Kael. I've watched Ethan grow up, and I will lend him a helping hand."

"I am truly comforted that a few of the remaining disciples have achieved some success."

Chen Changxuan gave a slight nod, yet continued, "There have been unusual disturbances in the Nether Blood Sea recently. Your first disciple should be awakening soon."

Eldrin nodded upon hearing this. Back then, Ye Qingfeng had sworn a solemn vow that he would never attain immortality until the Blood Sea beneath the earth was drained dry.

Thereafter, he perished amidst the heavenly tribulation. Eldrin (Person Name) employed a secret art to capture his lingering soul, which had taken refuge in the subterranean Blood Sea. From then on, he began his slow revival within those crimson depths.

Now, after 10 1000 years, it is time to be reborn from the ashes and emerge into the world.

At this thought, Eldrin spoke up, "I shall return to the Blood Abyss beneath the earth, but before that, let me first meet with Brother Kael and the others."

Chen Changxuan nodded and said, "Since you’ve returned, it’s only proper to greet those old acquaintances from days gone by."

"I have sent the message, arranging to meet them 3 months later at Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location)."

Eldrin (Person Name) spoke once more, "Before that, let me meet him."

After bidding farewell to Chen Changxuan, Eldrin made his way toward the Blazing Prison Fire Sea, arriving shortly after at its core region.

At the heart of this sea of flames, he beheld a golden deity's form so vast it blotted out the heavens.

Gazing at this figure, Eldrin let out a soft sigh, his expression tinged with complexity as he began to speak.

"Should I address you as the Primordial Emperor Ancestor, the Tombkeeper Senior, or shall I call you the Profound Luminary Star Deity?"

The golden figure fell into a brief silence before speaking after a long moment, "I am Donghuang, I am the Profound Star Deity, and I am also the Tomb Keeper."

But I am far more than them.

Eldrin nodded, a glimmer of comprehension dawning in his eyes. "I understand."

It turned out that this person before him was the new soul that had once emerged from the fleshly body of the Eastern Emperor.

In the days of yore, after the Eastern Emperor was slain by the Calamity Demon God, the latter seized his immortal body and forged it into a Second Primordial Spirit.

After Eldrin (Person Name) had extinguished the divine soul of the second primordial spirit, only an empty shell remained of this physical body.

From then on, Eldrin discovered a faint remnant soul awakening within Donghuang's physical form, with the True Spirit also concealed within the flesh. He then placed Donghuang's body deep within the Flaming Prison of Blazing Fire.

He took the fleshly body of the Eastern Emperor as the core, used the Eastern Emperor Bell as the formation eye, and retrieved a piece of Solar God Metal still in gestation, intending to facilitate the revival and return of the Eastern Emperor.

Little did they know, the wisp of remnant soul within the Solar Emperor’s fleshly body was not the Emperor’s own, but an indestructible fragment of consciousness severed by the Calamity Demon God—the nascent awareness of Xuanming, the Primordial Star Deity, 1 of the innate divine spirits.

Only a wisp of remnant soul from an innate deity could have prevented Eldrin from completely eradicating it back then, even leading him to mistakenly believe it was the nascent soul of the Eastern Emperor’s resurrection.

Thus, the revived Donghuang before them was, in essence, a newborn entity who had inherited the true spirit of the original Donghuang, the Dao fruits and laws of the Tomb Keeper, and the innate remnant soul of the Profound Abyss Star Deity.

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain ridge, carrying with it the scent of frozen earth and withered grass. Lin Yan tightened his worn deerskin coat, his gaze fixed upon the distant mountain gate shrouded in mist. "1 100 years," he murmured to himself, the words dissipating into white vapor in the frigid air. "1 100 years since I last set foot upon these steps." His fingers unconsciously traced the jade pendant at his chest—the sole keepsake from his master before the old man's heavenly tribulation. The coldness of the jade seemed to seep into his very bones, yet it failed to chill the fire burning within his dantian. "Lin Yan, you dare return?" A sharp voice cut through the wind as a figure descended from a flying sword, his white robes fluttering like a celestial being. "The sect expelled you decades ago. What face do you have to come back now?" Lin Yan's lips curved into a faint smile. "Senior Brother Wang, your 1000 Frost Sword Art has reached the seventh layer. Congratulations." Wang Feng's expression shifted slightly. "How did you...?" "30-2 1000 spirit stones," Lin Yan said softly, as if mentioning something trivial. "That was the price you paid for the Frostheart Pill at the auction last month, was it not?" Wang Feng's face paled. "You've been watching me?" "Not just you." Lin Yan's gaze swept across the mountain peaks veiled in clouds. "The entire Profound Heaven Sect has forgotten why we cultivate the dao." With a flick of his wrist, a simple long sword appeared in his hand. The blade bore no glow, its surface covered in intricate patterns resembling scales. Wang Feng laughed coldly. "Planning to use that scrap iron against my Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss?" The fiery long sword unsheathed with a roar, its crimson light illuminating the snow-covered ground. The surrounding temperature rose sharply, causing the accumulated snow to melt and steam. Lin Yan remained unmoved. "Senior Brother, do you know why my cultivation was crippled back then?" "Because you offended the young master of the Zhou Family and brought disaster upon our sect!" "No." Lin Yan's eyes held a profound light. "Because I obtained something I shouldn't have." His sword moved. Not fast, but as the blade traced through the air, the falling snowflakes seemed to freeze mid-descent. The mist surrounding the mountain peaks churned violently as if stirred by an invisible hand. Wang Feng's expression changed dramatically. "This is... the Lost Art of the Ancients!" The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss in his hand trembled violently, its fiery glow instantly extinguished. The intricate patterns on Lin Yan's sword lit up 1 after another, emitting a soft, ancient hum. "Impossible!" Wang Feng staggered back. "Your dantian was shattered! How can you still wield spiritual power?" Lin Yan gently stroked the sword blade. "Some paths need not rely on the dantian." He raised his eyes, his gaze seeming to pierce through the layers of mountain mist, fixing upon a certain peak in the distance. "Tell the sect master that the disciple who was expelled has returned." "To settle some old debts."