Chapter 1237. Blessed Land Emerges, Sunset Heaven Wheel

Boom! The sky was rent asunder by a crimson thunderbolt, its violent radiance illuminating the entire mountain range. The earth trembled violently, countless ancient trees were uprooted, and massive boulders tumbled down the slopes. Chu Xuan stood atop the cliff, his white robes billowing in the wind. He gazed at the crimson thunderclouds roiling in the sky, a flicker of profound meaning passing through his eyes. "Finally... it has arrived." He had been waiting for this day for 3 100 years. 3 100 years of bitter cultivation, 3 100 years of enduring loneliness, all for this single moment—to transcend the tribulation and ascend to immortality. The crimson heavenly tribulation was the most formidable of the 9 Heavens Divine Tribulations, its power capable of obliterating both body and soul. Yet, Chu Xuan's expression remained serene, without a trace of fear. He had long since made his preparations. "Rise!" With a soft shout, a flying sword shot into the sky. It was none other than his natal magic treasure—the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss. The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss transformed into a streak of azure light, soaring straight toward the crimson thunderclouds. In that instant, sword light blazed, thunder roared, and the 2 forces collided violently in midair. "Boom!" Another deafening explosion. The crimson thunderbolt was shattered by the sword light, transforming into countless sparks that scattered in all directions. Yet, the heavenly tribulation showed no signs of relenting. Instead, the crimson thunderclouds churned even more violently, as though enraged by this mortal’s defiance. Chu Xuan frowned slightly. He knew the true trial was yet to come. Sure enough, in the next moment, 9 crimson thunderbolts descended simultaneously, their power far surpassing the previous strike. The entire sky was dyed blood-red, as if the end of days had arrived. Chu Xuan took a deep breath, his hands swiftly forming seals. "Azure Lotus Barrier, arise!" A azure lotus flower bloomed around him, its petals slowly unfolding, radiating a soft, serene light. This was the ultimate defensive technique of the Azure Lotus Sword Sect, capable of withstanding the full-force strike of a Mahayana stage expert. The 9 crimson thunderbolts struck the azure lotus barrier simultaneously, producing an earth-shattering boom. The barrier of light flickered violently, as if it might shatter at any moment, yet it stubbornly held firm. Just as Chu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, an unexpected change occurred. A crimson thunderbolt, more massive than any before, silently descended from the highest point of the thunderclouds. This thunderbolt carried a destructive aura far beyond all previous strikes—it was the true killing move of the crimson heavenly tribulation. Chu Xuan’s expression shifted dramatically. He had never imagined the crimson heavenly tribulation would possess such cunning, concealing its deadliest strike until now. There was no time to think. In that life-or-death instant, he made a decision without hesitation. "Break!" He channeled all his cultivation, pouring it into the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss. The flying sword shone with unprecedented brilliance, transforming into a beam of light that shot straight toward the crimson thunderbolt. This was a gamble with his life on the line—either the thunderbolt would shatter, or he would perish! "Boom—!" An explosion louder than any before echoed between heaven and earth. The violent shockwave flattened the surrounding mountaintops, and the entire mountain range trembled as if in fear. When the light and dust gradually settled, Chu Xuan still stood atop the cliff. Though his robes were tattered and his face pale, he remained standing. He had succeeded. He had withstood the crimson heavenly tribulation. At that moment, a golden beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping him entirely. This was the Ascension Light, the final reward for transcending the tribulation. Chu Xuan felt his injuries healing at a visible rate, and his cultivation realm steadily rising. Most importantly, he sensed the shackles of lifespan that had bound him for centuries finally shatter. He had attained immortality. "Fellow Daoist’s cultivation is truly profound; to withstand the crimson heavenly tribulation is no small feat." A voice rang out. Chu Xuan turned to see a white-robed elder descending from the sky on a cloud. The elder clasped his hands together and smiled. "I am the emissary of the Immortal Realm, here to guide you, Fellow Daoist, to ascend." Chu Xuan returned the gesture but shook his head. "Many thanks for your kindness, emissary. However, I still have unfinished matters in the mortal realm and cannot ascend to the Immortal Realm just yet." The elder was slightly taken aback, then nodded in understanding. "Since that is the case, I shall not insist. This token is for you; when you are ready, you may use it to open the gates to the Immortal Realm." After speaking, he handed a golden token to Chu Xuan, then turned and departed. Watching the emissary disappear into the clouds, Chu Xuan’s gaze grew deep and profound. He had his reasons for refusing to ascend. 3 100 years ago, his master, the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal, had perished at the hands of a mysterious faction while transcending his tribulation. This matter had always weighed heavily on Chu Xuan’s heart. Now that he had attained immortality, it was time to investigate this matter thoroughly. "Master, rest assured. No matter how powerful the enemy, your disciple will surely uncover the truth." He murmured softly, then stepped forward and vanished into the mountains.

Heaven and earth roared, all things trembled.

Eldrin gazed into the distance, only to witness cracks shattering apart 1 after another across the endless void.

Through those endless, stretching fissures, he could clearly see a vast and boundless world collapsing into ruin.

Heaven and earth crumbled, the world collapsed, and all things turned to boundless dust in the devastation. An endless tide of calamity qi and the power of destruction surged into existence.

"Could such a resplendent Earthly Immortal realm also face a day of ruin?"

Eldrin murmured to himself, feeling his spirit tremble and finding it difficult to calm his restless heart.

As the fissure in the void gradually widened, Eldrin's expression grew increasingly grave.

No 1 knew how much time had passed, but when the world lay in ruins, the various Patriarchs present could no longer remain seated.

The Earth Immortal elders exchanged a glance, then surged forward in a frantic rush, soaring into the primordial realm that teetered on the brink of complete annihilation.

Eldrin also followed amidst their ranks, charging together into this Earth Immortal realm.

"Hmm..."

He had just stepped into the Earth Immortal Realm when the roaring resonance between heaven and earth grew increasingly thunderous.

This earthly paradise could no longer withstand the power of the various Earth Immortal Patriarchs, and ultimately shattered completely, plunging into an irreversible collapse.

"Esteemed guests, do not bring ruin upon this venerable 1's blessed land."

Daoist 1000 Streams spoke, and with a flick of his sleeve, unleashed a world-shattering, heaven-parting power that enveloped the crumbling Earth Immortal Realm, temporarily stabilizing it from complete collapse.

The rest of the group saw this and immediately stepped forward, charging toward the heart of the Crimson Sun Earthly Immortal Realm.

Yet at the heart of the Crimson Sun Earthly Paradise, the magnificent Crimson Sun Blessed Land stood unshaken, the collapsing world before its eyes inflicting only minimal damage.

"The place where the Twilight Celestial God was nurtured indeed holds profound mysteries."

The Setting Sun Patriarch spoke, a trace of delight surfacing on his face.

The blessed land of the Setting Sun Sea was formed from the remains of the Setting Sun Celestial Deity's ascension. Establishing the Setting Sun Sect upon this foundation, the Setting Sun Patriarch could be considered the true inheritor of the celestial deity's legacy.

As they arrived at the place where the Twilight Heavenly God’s essence was nurtured, the Twilight Ancestor could hardly contain his excitement. Without a word, he was the first to step into the core of the Crimson Sun Blessed Land.

The Phoenix Perch Sea’s Fire Phoenix Ancestor and the Supreme Elder of the Ancient Azure Stream Sect also did not hesitate. In that very moment, they took a step forward and directly ascended into the Crimson Sun Blessed Land.

"Boom!"

In an instant, heaven and earth roared, and all things trembled.

At the horizon's edge, an incomparably magnificent sun descended with overwhelming force, its boundless power of laws intertwining like a primordial divine sun suppressing the mortal realm as it pressed down upon the assembly.

"Blazing Sun Divine Furnace!"

The Setting Sun Patriarch murmured with a cold sneer, "Had the Crimson Sun Patriarch still been alive, I might have shown some fear. But now that he has long since passed into eternal slumber, you are nothing more than a lifeless relic. How dare you posture arrogantly before this Patriarch?"

As the words faded, the setting sun began to transform into the supreme Primordial Chaos True Form, resembling a world-creating deity taking action. With a mere flick of his sleeve, he struck out with a palm strike that landed squarely upon the Fire Sun Divine Furnace.

The Primordial Earth Immortal Realm was collapsing. Deprived of the power boost from an entire world, the might of the Fire Sun Divine Furnace had drastically diminished. It was actually struck with such force that it trembled slightly, sent flying like a great sun knocked from its celestial course.

It was an exceedingly rare Chaos Primordial Treasure, whose power was terrifyingly formidable.

With the sweep of this sword, the crimson silk was struck, its spiritual light flickering faintly, halting the imminent retrieval of the Fire Yang Divine Furnace.

"Elder Sang, how dare you stand in my way!"

In an instant, the Fire Phoenix Ancestor's pupils contracted sharply. With a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed a boundless wave of flames that cascaded downward.

This flame was none other than the Crimson Prison Nirvana Flame, 1 of the 9 Heavens Divine Flames, which he had cultivated to the realm of rules. It was potent enough to incinerate the Primordial True Body of an Earth Immortal Patriarch. With a single strike, he sent Green Robe Daoist reeling backward.

Green-Sang Daoist knew full well that relying on his own strength alone made it impossible to contend against Patriarch Fire Phoenix. Without hesitation, he declared, "Brother Can-Yang, we absolutely cannot allow him to take this treasure."

"I know," the elder said.

As the words of the Setting Sun Patriarch faded, a crimson light shot forth with a flick of his sleeve.

At first, the crimson glow appeared feeble and insignificant, yet it swelled with the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a resplendent 9 Heavens Waning Sun that descended to suppress the Fire Phoenix Ancestor.

"Setting Sun Heavenly Wheel"

A slight tremor passed through Eldrin's heart as he instantly recognized the origin of this treasure.

The Solar Cycle of the Setting Sun was the ultimate treasure of the Setting Sun Blessed Land, revered as the sect's guardian artifact. Legend held that it was forged from a single divine bone of the Solar Deity of the Setting Sun, possessing the power to cleave heaven and earth—a mid-grade Heaven-Cleaving Treasure.

At this moment, the Crimson Sunset Heavenly Wheel descended with crushing force, and combined with Azure Mulberry Taoist's techniques, the 2 of them were actually trading blows evenly with the mid Earth Immortal stage Phoenix Fire Ancestor. "Legend has it that the Solar Flame Divine Furnace is a mid-grade World-Creation Treasure, something far beyond our reach to even lay hands on."

"Perhaps we should step into the blessed land and see if we can find any treasures."

As the words faded, Eldrin scanned his surroundings and realized that aside from the 8 Half-Step Earth Immortals from several major sects, there were another 7 or 8 Half-Step Earth Immortals who had gathered here—all of them local cultivators from the 100 Streams and Seas.

Now, among these Half-Step Earth Immortals, a few were contending for the 3 Level-4 Heavenly Pillars, while the majority had already charged into the Crimson Sunset Blessed Land, eager to seize the genuine treasures concealed within.

"To the Scripture Pavilion."

After a moment of contemplation, Eldrin spoke without hesitation.

All of these Earth Immortal Patriarchs were at least at the Third Level of Earth Immortal Realm. Competing with them for the Fire Yang Divine Furnace would be truly unwise. However, the Crimson Sun Blessed Land held numerous treasures, and they might still have a chance to contend for some of them.

Within the Crimson Sun Blessed Realm, the accumulated foundations were preserved in separate locations: the Spirit Herb Garden, the Scripture Repository, the Artifact Forging Hall, the Alchemy Pavilion, and the grand Clan Vault Hall.

These grand halls were all protected by formations personally laid down by Earth Immortal Elders, which is why for tens of millions of years, no 1 had ever managed to open them.

Even during that incident tens of thousands of years ago, when Can Yangzi and his followers seized 1 of the 4 Heavenly Pillars, throwing the Earth Immortal Realm into cosmic imbalance, these grand halls merely had a few spiritual artifacts shaken loose and sent flying.

Now, with these Quasi-Earth Immortals and even Earth Immortal Ancestors personally arriving at the Setting Sun Blessed Land, they possessed the power to unseal these grand halls.

Within these grand halls, treasures were abundant. The reason Eldrin chose the Archive Pavilion was primarily because fewer powerful experts were contending for it, and the Chen Immortal Clan urgently needed Earth Immortal-level legacies.

In contrast, the Earth Immortals all possessed relatively complete legacies from their blessed realms. What they truly coveted were divine pills, celestial treasures, and even Heaven-Splitting Spiritual Objects.

Chapter 1: The Prodigy's Fall The mountain peaks pierced the clouds like jagged swords, where immortal cranes danced amidst swirling spiritual energy. Upon the training grounds of the Azure Cloud Sect, a young man in cyan robes was sent flying, crashing heavily against the stone wall. "Lin Feng, your cultivation has regressed to the third level of Qi Refining," declared the stern-faced elder coldly. "You are no longer qualified to be an inner sect disciple." Lin Feng wiped the blood from his lips, his eyes burning with defiance. 3 months ago, he had been the most promising disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, but a mysterious accident had crippled his cultivation. "Senior Brother Lin... no, should I call you Outer Disciple Lin now?" A young man in embroidered white robes approached, his tone dripping with mockery. It was Zhao Shan, who had once followed Lin Feng like a loyal dog. The surrounding disciples whispered among themselves: "How the mighty have fallen." "He went from the ninth level of Qi Refining to the third? What a joke!" "Waste like him should just leave the sect." Lin Feng ignored their scornful gazes. He straightened his robes and walked toward the outer sect with measured steps. Just then, a clear voice rang out: "Brother Lin!" A girl in moon-white robes descended on a flying sword, her beauty causing the crowd to catch their breath—Su Ning, the sect's beloved junior sister. "Brother Lin, I believe this belongs to you." She handed him a storage pouch. "The 50,000 spirit stones you lent me last year, plus the Cloud-Severing Sword you gifted me." Lin Feng accepted the pouch without looking inside. "Junior Sister Su, you've calculated everything quite clearly." Su Ning's expression remained serene. "The path of cultivation has always been about advancing and retreating appropriately. Please don't take offense, Brother Lin." Lin Feng laughed heartily, his eyes sharp as daggers. "Well said! The path of cultivation indeed! I, Lin Feng, have learned my lesson today!" As he turned to leave, a blinding golden light suddenly erupted between his eyebrows. An ancient, mysterious rune appeared, flooding his consciousness with countless cultivation techniques and secret methods. A majestic voice echoed in his mind: "The Heavenly Dao Jade Pendant has recognized its master. The legacy of the Chaos Emperor is hereby inherited!" Lin Feng's body trembled as immense power surged through his meridians. The spiritual energy within a 100-mile radius began to swirl violently toward him. The disciples stared in shock: "What's happening?" "His aura... it's growing stronger!" "He's breaking through!" Zhao Shan's face darkened. "Impossible! A waste like him..." Before he could finish, a terrifying pressure erupted from Lin Feng's body. The stone slabs beneath his feet cracked radially as his cultivation skyrocketed— Fourth level of Qi Refining! Fifth level! Sixth level! ... In mere moments, Lin Feng had not only regained his original ninth level of Qi Refining but had broken through to the Foundation Establishment realm! Golden light swirled around him as he slowly rose into the air, his gaze sweeping over the stunned crowd. "Today, I, Lin Feng, have rebuilt my foundation. Those who betrayed me, just wait and see!" His voice resonated like heavenly thunder, shaking the very mountains. Su Ning's serene expression finally cracked, her beautiful eyes widening in disbelief. The prodigy had returned.