Chapter 1193 Erlang Ascends to Immortality

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Eldrin's expression abruptly shifted.

In but a single step, he ascended to the heavens and gazed into the distance. There, over the boundless sea, the tribulation clouds were slowly gathering across the sky.

Heavenly Tribulation of Ascension!

Eldrin (Person Name) murmured under his breath before taking a single step forward, advancing toward the gathering tribulation clouds.

By the time he arrived, he noticed dozens of figures had already gathered in the vicinity.

Among them were about 7 or 8 immortals, including the Celestial Feather and Violet Flame Immortals, who all gave a slight nod upon seeing Eldrin.

Eldrin gave a slight nod, his gaze fixed on the eye of the tribulation clouds, where he discerned Chen Xiandao undergoing his heavenly trial.

"Has the tribulation finally been overcome?"

Eldrin's eyes flickered slightly before settling upon a refined gentleman in the distance.

That man was none other than Chen Xiandao’s master, who had arrived from beyond the Endless Sea 8 1000 years ago. Upon meeting Chen Xiandao, he was astounded by his innate talent and decided to remain in the Return Abyss Sea, taking Chen Xiandao as his disciple.

Eldrin knew nothing of this man's origins, but he could sense an unfathomable depth about the person before him. If this individual truly harbored ill intentions, Eldrin feared he would be far beyond his ability to withstand. Thus, he agreed to let Chen Xiandao become his disciple.

After Chen Xiandao became his disciple, he began cultivating an immortal art manual whose origins even Eldrin (Person Name) couldn't fathom. Yet he sensed it was a supreme foundational method, and thus set his mind at ease to practice it.

At this thought, Eldrin couldn't help but cup his hands in salute. "All these years, my son has been fortunate to receive Your Excellency's care."

"It matters not." The nameless immortal laughed heartily, a trace of delight in his voice. "The celestial arts I impart, even prodigies among mortals might fail to grasp their essence in a million years."

"He managed to cultivate the First Cycle in merely 8 1000 years, proving himself worthy of inheriting this venerable 1's legacy."

At this point, the Nameless Immortal couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased with himself.

The 9 Revolutions Celestial Art is 1 of the supreme foundational methods of the Human Race's Celestial Court. Cultivating it to its ultimate perfection allows 1 to attain the 9 Revolutions Indestructible Body, sufficient to directly point toward the Great Luo Realm.

Countless Divine Lords and mighty figures of the Celestial Court failed to meet the cultivation threshold, yet Chen Xiandao accomplished the First Revolution in a mere 8,000 years. This demonstrated his extraordinary natural talent and profound affinity with this art.

"This child possesses such remarkable talent, he might truly achieve sainthood through physical cultivation and ascend to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm."

The Nameless Immortal pondered silently, his gaze fixed intently upon the site of the heavenly tribulation.

Yet there, at the very heart of the boundless tribulation lightning, Chen Xiandao stood poised against the heavens, clad in the Glazed Armor of the 3 Treasures (Magic Treasure) and gripping his celestial halberd. He allowed the endless bolts of thunder to crash upon him, yet not a single mark of harm touched his form.

"What a formidable treasure body."

Eldrin’s heart skipped a beat. A lightning tribulation of such magnitude—even those at the middle stage of Ascension would not dare confront it with their immortal bodies alone.

The blow landed squarely on Erlang, yet it failed to harm him in the slightest.

As the heavenly tribulation gradually subsided, Chen Xiandao (Person Name) stood firm against the celestial dome, an immortal halo swirling around his form. He resembled a divine sovereign of the highest heavens, exuding an aura that overlooked all realms.

"This child has just stepped into the Ascension Realm, yet he's likely strong enough to contend with mid-stage Ascension cultivators."

Eldrin murmured inwardly, sensing with a growing unease that Chen Xiandao’s strength might very well surpass even that of his eldest son, Chen Xianzhang, who had only just stepped into the Ascendant Realm.

Because Chen Xiandao possessed the Heavenly Eye, observing the laws was as clear to him as reading the lines on his own palm. His comprehension of the Dao far surpassed that of ordinary mortals, and the Dao Fruit he cultivated was exceptionally astonishing. His only shortcoming was the lack of a powerful physical constitution.

如今修炼了无名仙人传授的法门，已经修成了一种足以力博神魔的仙体，怕是比起大威天龙体都更强一分。

After shoring up his weaknesses, the young man's strength had undergone a qualitative leap. It would be difficult to find any match for him among those of the same cultivation realm. Though he might not yet rival the legendary Eldrin from ages past, he had drawn remarkably close.

This left Eldrin (Person Name) utterly astounded. Back then, he had paid an enormous price to procure the Heavenly Dragon Relic and the Primordial Desolate Dragon’s Reverse Scale for his eldest son, Chen Xianzhu, which ultimately enabled Chen Xianzhu to cultivate the Great Power Heavenly Dragon Body.

要知道，在出生之时，先天补充底蕴容易，可想要在后天补足根基往往都无比艰难。

可陈贤道先天没有道体，仅仅只是修炼了一卷仙经而已，就后天补足了先天根基，甚至超越了大威天龙体，可见那卷仙经的珍贵之处。

At this thought, Eldrin couldn't help but glance at the Nameless Immortal, a trace of concern flickering in his heart.

The cultivation base of this nameless immortal was unfathomably profound, exerting even greater pressure upon him than that of the Glazed Divine Lord, who had reached the ninth level of Earth Immortal realm. Yet, for reasons unknown, he had taken a peculiar interest in Chen Xiandao. Could there be some hidden secret behind this?

"Given this individual's strength, if they truly harbor any schemes, I would be powerless to stop them."

"From the current perspective, it appears he hasn't made any moves. He must genuinely intend to take Erlang as his disciple."

With these thoughts in mind, Eldrin ultimately set his worries aside.

He looked up and saw Chen Xiandao descending from the sky, then cupping his hands toward Eldrin (Person Name) and the Nameless Immortal, saying, "Father! Master!"

"Hmm."

Eldrin nodded, a faint glimmer of satisfaction flickering in his eyes.

The Nameless Immortal smiled faintly before speaking, "Since you have now attained immortality, my mission as your master is complete."

"Your master shall depart today, but I believe we shall meet again ere long."

Chen Xiandao was taken aback, exclaiming in utter astonishment, "Master!"

"Worry not, master and disciple shall meet again ere long."

As the words faded, the Nameless Immortal dissipated with the wind, vanishing into formless nothingness.

Eldrin seemed to have discerned something, then spoke calmly, "This Nameless Immortal is likely merely a wisp of divine consciousness left by a senior, deliberately appearing here to impart cultivation techniques to you."

"Now he has departed, but judging by his words, I fear the day of our reunion may yet come."

Chen Xiandao finally breathed a sigh of relief, kneeling toward where the Nameless Immortal had vanished and said, "The grace of my master imparting the Dao is something this disciple shall never forget..."

Chen Xiandao transcended the heavenly tribulation and forged a supreme foundation of 3 Dao Fruits, which was a momentous occasion for the Chen Immortal Clan.

Eldrin (Person Name) hosted a grand feast specifically for this occasion, inviting numerous close friends to partake in the celebrations. He also bestowed a generous reward of 10,000 spirit stones upon his clansmen.

After the grand feast concluded, Eldrin returned to the tranquility of former days.

1 100 years had passed, and Chen Xiandao had just consolidated his cultivation base when a group of special guests arrived atop Verdant Chariot Mountain (Location).

Eldrin stood outside Verdant Chariot Mountain, his expression growing profoundly grave as he watched the figures looming on the horizon.

The newcomers numbered just over a 100, clad in uniform silver armor, gripping celestial halberds with war swords hanging at their waists as they advanced.

The leader was a peerless celestial general whose aura was as profound as the abyss, holding a heavenly cauldron aloft in his hand.

Celestial soldiers and heavenly generals!

In but an instant, Eldrin recognized the origins of this group.

These individuals before him were the celestial soldiers and generals of the Human Celestial Court, each possessing cultivation at the Ascension Realm. Their leader was even a Half-Step Earth Immortal who had achieved the Primordial Chaos True Body.

This shocked Eldrin, for with his modest understanding of Dao Soldiers, he knew the sheer terror of the Celestial Troops and Divine Generals.

(End of Chapter)

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