Chapter 1226 3 Supreme-Grade Immortal Treasures

In the blink of an eye, 3 days had passed. By the time the black serpent had exhausted its strength, they struck once more, utterly vanquishing the creature.

"This battle is as good as won!"

After completely slaying the Endless Black Serpent, a faint smile finally appeared on Eldrin’s face.

With a hint of delight, he began gathering the remains left behind by the Boundless Black Serpent.

This black serpent was the embodiment of endless aqueous malevolence, a primordial entity of supreme lethality. Having met its demise, it reverted to its origins and dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving behind only 3 remnants.

The 3 remaining items were a Black Serpent Inner Core, a pair of serpentine eyes shimmering with ghostly luminescence, and over 3,000 obsidian scales shed from the serpent's hide.

The Black Serpent's Eye, known as the Black Fiend Pupil, was capable of unleashing the Heaven-Splitting Divine Art—Black Fiend Radiance, a form of divine light. With sufficient mastery in artifact forging, 1 might even refine it into the foundation for a supreme-grade immortal treasure.

Those 3,000-plus black scales were also extraordinary, possessing immense defensive capabilities. Each measuring thousands of miles across, they could withstand multiple strikes from immortal treasures.

According to Eldrin's (Person Name) estimation, if a substantial amount of immortal gold were fused onto these scales and all impurities thoroughly refined, ultimately forging them into a supreme-grade immortal armor, its defensive capabilities would likely be no weaker than the Crimson Flame Qi (Spiritual Root) Golden Scale Armor.

Immortal Tianfeng gazed at the 3,000 scales, his eyes gleaming with unconcealed avarice. "These Black Serpent scales possess indestructible toughness," he remarked. "They shall serve as this old man's compensation."

"Agreed."

Eldrin gave a slight nod, a glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes.

He understood the intentions of Immortal Tianfeng. The patron behind this Immortal Tianfeng, Patriarch Tianyan, not only possessed cultivation at the mid-stage Earth Immortal realm, but was also a Tier-8 Artifact Refining Master.

When he brought these 3,000 scales back and handed them to the Heavenly Flame Ancestor for refinement, they would most likely be forged into a supreme immortal treasure comparable to the Crimson Flame Qi (Spiritual Root) Golden Scale Armor.

Once this supreme-grade immortal armor was forged, with the Heaven-Cleaving Treasure suppressing formidable foes in offense and the supreme-grade immortal armor protecting his body in defense, supplemented by the True Dragon External Elixir to replenish his magical power, Patriarch Tianfeng’s strength would likely rival that of a Half-Step Earth Immortal who had undergone 4 or 5 heavenly tribulations.

At this thought, Eldrin couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "It seems it won't be long before you possess 2 supreme-grade immortal treasures, plus a Heaven-Splitting immortal treasure for protection."

"Such astonishing reserves likely surpass those of many 4 Tribulation and 5 Tribulation Half-Step Earth Immortals. Even Earth Immortal Patriarchs would covet them endlessly."

Elder Skywind couldn't help but nod at these words, yet replied with some gravity, "Though I possess no small number of treasures, it is a pity that my cultivation has only reached the Ninth Heaven of Ascendant Immortality. This still falls somewhat short."

"It seems that in the coming years, I must swiftly refine my immortal physique and achieve the Primordial Opening True Body as soon as possible."

"Hmm."

Eldrin gave a slight nod. His relationship with Sky Breeze Daoist was now quite amicable, so he spoke frankly, "The depths of the Abyssal Chasm are an excellent place to cultivate the Primordial Chaos True Body."

"If you do not mind, Fellow Daoist, you may enter secluded cultivation here."

"Then I thank you."

Hearing this, a faint smile graced the lips of the Daoist Tianfeng as he said.

The Abyssal Chasm of Returning to Ruin was a true cultivation paradise, its value immeasurable even for Immortals who had forged their sainthood through physical ascension. Were it not for their profound friendship, merely seeking to cultivate here would have demanded an exorbitant price.

Seeing that Daoist Tianfeng had agreed, Eldrin smiled and said, "You contributed greatly to this battle. Such a small matter hardly warrants thanks."

At this point, Eldrin turned his gaze to the crowd and declared, "All who fought in this battle may henceforth come to the Abyssal Chasm of Returning Ruin for cultivation."

"However, we must agree on 1 condition—before I, this venerable 1, break through to the Earth Immortal realm, the news of the Abyssal Chasm of Returning Ruin must not be revealed to anyone."

Upon hearing this, all the immortals revealed smiles and promptly replied with laughter, "We understand."

With those words spoken, Eldrin fell silent, his gaze fixed deep into the Abyssal Chasm—toward that aqueous blessed land drifting atop the endless chasm's depths.

"Is this the Abyssal Depths, the location of the Water Vein Blessed Land?"

Gazing at the shimmering water vein radiating a hazy glow before her, Lyra couldn't help but murmur softly, a trace of astonishment coloring her expression.

There, the Water Vein Blessed Land drifted amidst the depths of the Primordial Abyss, enveloped in a hazy curtain of aqueous light that emanated a faint, azure radiance.

At its very core, it radiated a dazzling celestial brilliance, ceaselessly drawing the boundless Primordial Heavy Water from between heaven and earth into its depths. Yet none flowed out again, vanishing to some unknown destination.

"Legend speaks of the Abyssal Return, where all waters from the 8 horizons and 9 fields, even the celestial currents of the Milky Way, pour into it eternally—yet its depths neither swell nor diminish."

"The waters of heaven and earth all flow into this blessed land of water veins. Is this the reason why all seas return to the abyss, yet the waters of the abyss neither increase nor diminish?"

Eldrin murmured inwardly, a flicker of hesitation crossing his mind before he swiftly suppressed the thought.

He glanced at the Blessed Land and chuckled, "The spoils of this battle lie within."

Hearing this, all the immortals broke into radiant smiles.

They knew full well that compared to the value of an aquatic blessed land, the 3 supreme-grade immortal treasures obtained from slaying the Boundless Black Serpent were truly insignificant.

Thinking of the true rewards hidden within, Eldrin could no longer remain seated. He immediately strode forward, becoming the first to step into this aquatic realm.

"What incredibly dense Water Elemental Qi."

Chapter 1 The moment Eldrin stepped into the water vein realm, he sensed an overwhelmingly dense water elemental force surging toward him.

The power of water essence here was dozens, even hundreds of times more potent than the outside world. It carried with it an exceptionally pure and untainted immortal energy, along with an incredibly profound force that seemed capable of mending the injuries within an immortal’s body.

Eldrin merely took a single breath, and he could feel the lingering injuries from the great battle completely heal.

The injured immortals nearby also looked much better after refining a small amount of the Water Element Immortal Qi.

Elder Skywind’s face broke into a smile, his voice trembling with astonishment as he exclaimed, “My vital essence has been severely depleted. In the outside world, it would have taken me tens of thousands of years to recover. But here, I fear it will take no more than a 1000 years for me to fully heal.”

"No wonder the black serpent coiled itself around this blessed water vein when it battled us."

Eldrin also nodded slightly. After a brief moment of sensing, he remarked, "Within this water vein flows a surge of vibrant vitality, capable of nourishing our divine souls and immortal bodies, restoring our wounds."

"If we cultivate here, our training speed would be approximately 5 times faster than in the outside world. As for healing injuries, this place offers at least several dozen times the efficacy of ordinary immortal veins."

"Truly a supreme blessed land."

Elder Skywind was visibly moved, his voice tinged with boundless envy, "This blessed land holds value even for Earth Immortals. I fear if the Earth Immortal Elders were to learn of it, they would covet it beyond measure."

"Mm." Eldrin nodded, his expression turning grave as he continued, "Therefore, the news of the Returning Abyss must never be allowed to spread."

"I hope you will hold fast to your vows and guard this secret with unwavering resolve."

Chapter 1 The mountain peak pierced the clouds like a verdant sword, where ethereal mist coiled around ancient pines. A youth in azure robes sat cross-legged upon a moss-covered boulder, his breathing synchronized with the whispering wind. Before him floated a crimson pill radiating spiritual energy—the last Foundation Establishment Pill he possessed. "Just 1 step away," Lin Feng murmured, his eyes burning with determination. He had cultivated relentlessly for 30 years to reach this moment. The Qi Condensation stage had been mastered to perfection, yet the Foundation Establishment realm remained elusive like morning mist evading grasping fingers. Suddenly, the spiritual energy around him stirred violently. The Foundation Establishment Pill dissolved into a stream of crimson light that surged into his dantian. Pain, excruciating and profound, racked his meridians as vast energy flooded through them. He guided the torrent according to the "9 Revolutions Mystic Art" (Cultivation Method), each revolution cleansing his marrow and refining his essence. Hours passed like fleeting moments. When Lin Feng reopened his eyes, golden light shimmered within his pupils before fading. He had finally built his foundation—a perfect 1 at that. Rising to his feet, he summoned the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). The blade hummed, its edge sharper than ever before. With a casual swing, a crescent of sword energy sliced through a distant boulder, cleaving it neatly in 2. "Not bad for a newly established Foundation Building cultivator," a voice echoed from behind. Lin Feng turned to see Elder Ming Zhen (Person Name) approaching, his white beard flowing in the mountain breeze. The elder's gaze held approval. "It took you only 30 years to achieve Foundation Establishment. In my 9 100 years of life, I've seen fewer than 20 disciples with such talent." "Elder, you flatter me," Lin Feng bowed respectfully. "I merely had... sufficient resources." He chose not to mention the 128 Foundation Establishment Pills he had consumed or the 50,000 spirit stones spent to acquire them. The elder chuckled. "Modesty becomes you. The sect has decided to grant you access to the Inner Court's Scripture Pavilion. You may select any 2 cultivation methods below the Golden Core stage." Lin Feng's heart raced. This was the opportunity he needed. The Outer Court's techniques were elementary compared to the legendary arts housed in the Inner Court. "Remember," Elder Ming Zhen's tone turned grave, "cultivation defies the heavens. Your Heavenly Tribulation will arrive within 3 100 years. Prepare well." As the elder departed in a flash of light, Lin Feng gazed at the endless sky. Countless cultivators had fallen to heavenly punishment throughout the ages. But he would not be among them. He had waited too long, sacrificed too much. "Let the tribulation come," he whispered to the wind. "This time, I'm ready."