Chapter 1160. Seizing 3 1000 Years of Life from Heaven

"Likewise."

Eldrin nodded, then cast another glance at Zhuanchou Jun, a trace of regret flickering in his gaze.

Endowed with extraordinary talent, the esteemed Lord Zhuanchou, once a Human Sovereign, underwent nirvanic rebirth to emerge as a humble snail among the demon tribes.

With the lowly bloodline of a snail, he embarked on the path of cultivation, ultimately becoming the revered Sigil-Sorrow Lord whose might shook the lands.

If not for the lack of a single breath of Innate Primordial Qi, preventing him from breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm, he would likely have already cultivated to the 9th Layer of Nascent Soul, even qualifying to attempt a breakthrough to the Ascension Realm.

He let out a sigh and spoke, "With your talent, you should have achieved far more than this. It is a pity that while you enabled Dorian (Person Name) to become a Sacred Monarch, you sacrificed your own path forward."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Choujun fell silent. To be fair, who wouldn’t wish to advance further in their cultivation?

He fell silent for a moment before speaking calmly, "Had it not been for Master, I would have perished in the Demonic Tribulation over 20,000 years ago."

"By exchanging my own path for the esteemed title of Sacred Lord that my master now bears, I harbor no regrets in my heart."

"Is that so?"

Eldrin (Person Name) let out a soft sigh and shook his head. "If you truly held no resentment in your heart, you wouldn't have been avoiding him all these years."

"After you left, Dorian (Person Name) has been consumed by regret for many years. Had he known you still lived, he would have spared no effort to atone for the remorse of those bygone days."

"Master..."

Zhuan Choujun’s heart trembled, a glimmer of tears flashing in his eyes.

He turned his head away and finally sighed, "My life has reached its end. Seeing him again would only bring more sorrow—why should we make the old man grieve once more?"

Eldrin sighed inwardly, knowing full well that what Zhuanchou Jun had said was no exaggeration.

He had vaguely discerned that this Elder of Sorrowful Seal possessed talent that could startle immortals, having created an earth-shattering method. Through this art, he achieved nirvanic transformation at the brink of death, extending his lifespan by another cycle within slumber—thus enabling him to live for 20,000 years.

Yet even so, his path had reached its end.

For with the cultivation of a True Monarch alone, living beyond 20,000 years was the absolute limit. Even a pure-blooded True Dragon could not live longer than that—there was simply no possibility of pushing further.

"Do not grieve, for I had long foreseen the scene of this day."

With an air of detachment, Script-Sorrow Monarch spoke as he drew an ancient scripture from his sleeve and handed it to Eldrin (Person Name). "This cultivation method is of my own creation," he said. "Though it may seem insignificant in the eyes of immortals, it possesses certain unique qualities."

"My final wish before death is to ask you whether this path can truly be traversed."

Eldrin received the ancient scripture. Without even opening it, he deduced its profound mysteries in an instant.

This was an incredibly profound scroll of arcane art, known as the 'Path to Enlightenment Through Dreams'.

Once this technique is mastered, it enables the condensation of a 'Dream Blossom'. By harnessing the power of the Dream Blossom, a wisp of 1's soul may enter the dream realm to cultivate the Dao Fruit within dreams.

To enter the dream realm is to seal away the memories of a wisp of 1's soul and cast it into this world to undergo worldly cultivation.

Once that wisp of spiritual essence has been fully cultivated, it will return to my true form, enhancing my own cultivation base.

Moreover, by cultivating through this method, a practitioner could bury themselves within a spirit stone vein, using the vein to seal their vitality and extend their lifespan.

Elder Zhuanchou was merely at the Nascent Soul Realm, yet he managed to live for a full 20 1000 years precisely by harnessing the power of this 'Path to Enlightenment Through Dreams' technique.

Sensing the profound wonder of this technique, even Eldrin was deeply astonished.

He couldn't help but glance at Zhuanchou Jun and sighed, "This method is profoundly mysterious—a true path to immortality."

"If you can deduce it to its ultimate end, and divide multiple strands of soul essence to cultivate in the mortal world within a single Eldrin, perhaps you may qualify to seize this opportunity and forge the foundation of a Great Perfected Being."

"It seems we have all underestimated you."

Eldrin sighed, a trace of regret coloring his tone. "To create such a technique with only a Nascent Soul cultivation base—your talent is rare even across the immortal realms."

"If not for your premature reincarnation back then, which deprived you of that 1 breath of innate Primordial Womb Qi, you might have already stepped into the immortal realm. No 1 could have foreseen what heights you might have reached."

"It was Saint Lord Dorian who wronged you."

Zhuan Choujun shook his head and spoke calmly, "I spent 7 1000 years, only managing to deduce this method by sheer chance when my lifespan was nearing its end."

"If my cultivation journey had been smooth sailing, I might never have taken this path."

"Yet dwelling on the past holds no meaning now."

Zhuan Choujun seemed rather philosophical. Gazing at the ancient tome in Eldrin’s hands, he smiled faintly and said, "Across the boundless expanse of heaven and earth, there are countless individuals blessed with dazzling talent. Yet most ultimately fade into mediocrity."

"My lifespan is nearing its end, and I can advance no further on this path. I entrust this method to you in the hope that you may refine it to the pinnacle of perfection."

"As for me, I have found my answer. I am content in this lifetime."

At this point, Zhuan Choujun declared with a hint of pride, "Ancestral Master, I implore you to transcribe a copy of this scripture and deliver it to our Master. Tell him that I, Chu Changge, possess the innate qualities to attain immortality in this lifetime."

"In this life, my master-disciple bond with him has reached its end. If there exists another lifetime..."

Zhuan Choujun's voice faltered slightly before he ultimately sighed and said, "It's better if we don't meet again."

"Alas!"

Eldrin (Person Name) let out a sigh, understanding that the mood of Script-Sorrow Lord was complex at this moment.

On 1 hand, he felt grateful for Dorian's upbringing, yet on the other, he seethed with resentment at having his own path of cultivation severed.

A thorn remained lodged in his heart, a bitter resentment he could never voice. Even after 20 1000 years, the injustice still chafed at his soul.

For this reason, he had avoided Dorian for 20 1000 years, unwilling to even see him 1 last time on his deathbed.

Dorian was renowned as the Eastern Wastelands' foremost master strategist, capable of deciphering human intentions and orchestrating all things under heaven. Few in this world could escape his intricate schemes.

"Yet I fear he never anticipated that he had overlooked you alone."

Eldrin spoke softly, a trace of ineffable regret in his tone.

If Dorian had known of Chu Changge's remarkable talent, would he still have allowed him to become the Embodied Sorrow Seal, all to pave his own path toward becoming a Dao Sovereign?

Shaking his head, Eldrin (Person Name) refused to dwell on it any longer. He turned to the Melancholy Inscription Lord and said, "Do you have anything else to say?"

The aura of Script-Sorrow Monarch grew increasingly feeble, as if he had reached the end of his life. Sitting cross-legged between heaven and earth, he spoke with utter tranquility.

"In this life of mine, I have never accomplished any earth-shattering feats. My most glorious achievement was merely assisting my master in breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm."

"At death's door, 1 should be at peace, without too many ripples."

"To have earned your regard is proof that my existence has meaning. For that alone, I am content, with no further matters left unsettled."

With these final words, Lord Zhuanchou dissipated his last wisp of life-sustaining magic power. His nearly depleted blood rapidly lost vitality as his aura gradually faded away.

His Nascent Soul was dissolving into motes of light, gradually beginning to disperse between heaven and earth.

"I understand."

Eldrin nodded, his expression serene as he rose to his full height.

With a flick of his sleeve, 1 resplendent immortal radiance after another descended—chunks of immortal sources clattering down in a glittering cascade.

Hundreds upon hundreds of Immortal Origins submerged Zuanchou Jun, ultimately coalescing into a single Immortal Stone that sealed him completely, severing his last vestige of life force.

Then Eldrin flicked his sleeve once more, releasing a strand of Primordial Purple Qi that vanished between Zhuanchou Jun's eyebrows.

After completing this step, Eldrin gazed at the dormant Seal-Sorrow Monarch and sighed.

"You possess the bearing of a Great Luo, you should not meet an obscure end here."

"The Immortal Source can seal vitality for 3 1000 years, while the Primordial Violet Qi can replace the Innate Womb Qi."

"I have seized 3 1000 years of life for you from the heavens. Whether you can defy fate now depends entirely on your own destiny."