Chapter 1253. 1 Alliance, 50-6 Immortals

Along with Celestial Feather Immortal, Violet Enchantress, and 6 Cycles Immortal who is currently in seclusion.

The current Immortal Alliance now boasts as many as 40-7 immortals, an unprecedented zenith in its history.

This did not even include the 5 disciples who had accompanied Eldrin (Person Name) down the mountain for training and Seraphina Qu (Person Name), nor did it account for Chen Xianzhang’s dao companion, Moonlit Veil, Chen Xiandao’s dao companion, Lu Miaoyin, or the ghost immortal of the Netherworld, Qingyin Jun (Ghost Immortal).

If we were to count them all, the Chen Immortal Clan now boasts a total of 50-6 immortals.

"This is the Return to Void Immortal Alliance, the master of the Return to Void Sea." Eldrin murmured softly, a trace of pride coloring his expression.

In just under 60,000 years, from a single immortal isle to a vast alliance of 50-6 immortals—this staggering achievement was more than enough to fill him with pride.

To his knowledge, even within the Canyang Blessed Land, there were only 70-6 Immortal Elders in total.

The Abyssal Sanctuary might not measure up to the Sunset Blessed Realm, but it was at least comparable. While they dared not confront them head-on, if it came to defending the Abyssal Sea, even the Sunset Blessed Realm would find it nearly impossible to breach their defenses.

Of course, the present-day Abyssal Sea still cannot compare to the Sunset Sea.

The Crimson Sun Sea had been cultivated for many years. Beyond the Crimson Sun Blessed Land, it encompassed a total of 36 immortal islands and hosted over 20 major and minor immortal clans. Combined, these factions boasted more than 1 100 immortals.

Adding to that, within the Crimson Sun Blessed Land and the Crimson Sun Sea, there were over 2 100 immortals.

From this perspective, the current Abyssal Depths remain exceedingly fragile, their tangible strength far inferior to domains like the Crimson Sunset Sea—a region anchored by an Earth Immortal blessed sanctuary.

With this thought in mind, Eldrin gazed at the assembled immortals and spoke, "7 1000 years ago, during the upheaval in the Crimson Sun Blessed Land, 17 Half-Step Earth Immortals fell across the Flowing Rivers and 100 Seas."

"Even the 1000 Streams Ancestor of the Flowing Fire Star Palace and the Supreme Elder of the Azure River Ancient Sect perished in that battle."

"The great calamity approaches. Within 3 1000 years, the demon race and the Sky Calamity Tribe will unleash boundless tribulations. To survive this cataclysm, we must unite our strength."

Upon hearing this, all the immortals' expressions turned exceedingly grave.

The Void-Refining Immortal swept his gaze around before immediately inquiring, "According to the Alliance Leader's opinion, what should we do?"

Eldrin did not answer immediately, instead inquiring, "How has the deployment of the Zhou Heavenly Star Formation progressed in recent years?"

The 1 overseeing this matter was none other than Kael (Person Name). He immediately cupped his hands and reported, "The Solar and Lunar Array, the 3 Enclosures Array, and the 4 Symbols Array have all been rendered useless."

"Of the 36,000 Stellar Spirit Islands, over 30,000 have been successfully arranged, with merely 2 1000-some remaining in the process of deployment."

Eldrin's brow twitched faintly. There were still 3 1000 years until the Great Tribulation—that should be more than enough time.

Nevertheless, Eldrin spoke up: "The Cosmic Star Formation is crucial to our survival of the Great Tribulation. It must be completed within 1 1000 years."

"This..." Kael hesitated slightly, casting another glance at the dozen or so newly ascended immortals before speaking. "With the assistance of several newly ascended fellow immortals, we should have sufficient time."

Eldrin nodded and looked at Zhuan Chou Jun and the others, saying, "Then I must trouble you all. I would appreciate your assistance in this matter."

Upon hearing this, Zhuàn Chóu Jūn (Person Name) and the others promptly replied, "It is only right that we contribute our share."

Seeing this, Eldrin inquired, "How have the preparations for the alliance's resources been these years?"

All the immortals turned their gazes toward Chen Ethan upon hearing this, for he was the 1 currently overseeing the coordination of the Immortal Alliance's material reserves.

Chen Ethan (Person Name) understood the implicit cue and immediately stepped forward, presenting a ledger to Eldrin (Person Name). "After tens of thousands of years of preparation," he declared, "the resources stockpiled within the Immortal Alliance are sufficient to last until the Great Calamity concludes."

As Chen Ethan narrated, Eldrin soon gained a thorough understanding of the Immortal Alliance's preparations this time.

Currently, the Immortal Alliance boasts a total of 28 immortal isles and nearly 1 100 immortal-grade formations.

A single Cosmic Star Formation Array alone was composed of 9 superior-grade immortal formations, aggregated from tens of thousands of lower-tier arrays.

Thanks to the gains from the Eldrin Paradise, aside from the formation arrays, they had also stockpiled a full 170,000 Immortal Origins, over 600 Faith Silvers, and more than 300 bottles of Elixirs.

In addition, there were over a 100 celestial treasures that could serve as replacements for the formation core, along with 7 lower-to-mid-grade immortal-class treasure ships and 2 top-tier immortal-class treasure vessels.

Meanwhile, spirit pills, spirit stones, spirit materials, and spirit treasures below the immortal grade numbered in the hundreds of billions and trillions.

With such abundant resources at his disposal, Eldrin was confident he could withstand a full-scale assault from even a terrestrial paradise of Earth Immortals for over 30,000 years.

Even if the Cosmic Star Formation Grand Array were shattered, they could continuously restore it by relying on these foundational reserves.

"Unless it's a late-stage Earth Immortal Patriarch attacking with a blessed realm in tow, we should be able to withstand it."

Eldrin murmured softly, a faint sense of resolve settling in his heart.

According to the patterns of past cataclysms, each great tribulation typically lasts around 30 1000 years. The supplies they've stockpiled would be sufficient to withstand 30 millennia of assaults from a blessed realm—this should be more than adequate to survive the great tribulation.

Even a blessed land would find it an unbearable price to wage full-scale war against the Abyssal Sea for 30 1000 years.

As for a weak Earth Immortal blessed land like the Crimson Sun Blessed Land, if they were to launch an all-out assault on the Sea of Returning Abyss, it would likely take them a mere 3 to 5 1000 years at most to exhaust their entire accumulated resources. They would simply lack the capability to breach the Sea of Returning Abyss’s mountain-protecting grand formation.

Of course, this was a Great Tribulation. Had it been a Dao Tribulation or Kalpa Tribulation, Eldrin would have had not the slightest confidence of surviving it.

For throughout the annals of time, it has been said that the Great Calamity shall sweep across 30 1000 years, while the Dao Tribulation shall span 1 100 millennia.

And the legendary Tribulation is said to sweep across millions of ancient eras and obliterate 3 1000 realms. All heavens and myriad worlds would be caught in its wake—even Celestial Immortals of great power cannot escape its grasp. How could the mere methods of the Abyssal Return Sea possibly withstand it? "Though our prepared resources are ample, none can predict what adversaries we shall face when the great calamity descends."

"Therefore, you must make thorough preparations and spare no expense in enhancing the power of the Starfall Grand Array. Only by securing a sanctuary to safely endure the heavenly tribulation can we advance further and seek the opportunities hidden within this great calamity."

Eldrin (Person Name) spoke slowly, his expression still grave as he cautioned.

Upon hearing this, all the immortals nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of the matter.

Seeing this, Eldrin said no more. He waved his hand and replied, "In that case, let us conclude here for today."

"All of you may now depart. This Seat must also make the final preparations."

After the immortals had departed, only Lyra and Qing Ji (Person Name) along with the others remained in the great hall.

Lyra glanced at Eldrin and inquired, "With the great calamity now looming, should we arrange for the old patriarch to undergo reincarnation?"

"Let's wait a little longer."

Eldrin shook his head, gazing at the funerary urn in his hand as he murmured, "The Great Calamity will persist for 30 1000 years. If we assist his reincarnation now, I fear the tribulation will not yet have concluded by the time he ascends in his next life."

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. Lin Feng tightened his worn robe, his gaze fixed upon the distant horizon where the last rays of the setting sun bled into the gathering twilight. 1 100 years had passed since he first set foot upon the path of cultivation, yet he remained stranded at the third layer of Qi Refining. "30-2 1000 spirit stones," he murmured, the number a bitter weight upon his tongue. "Enough to purchase a single Heaven's Enlightenment Pill." The pill that could potentially help him break through to the fourth layer had remained beyond his reach for nearly a decade. Suddenly, a brilliant streak of light tore across the darkening sky—a messenger sword, glowing with ethereal radiance. It hovered before him, its point aimed directly at his heart. With trembling fingers, Lin Feng reached out and grasped the hilt of the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). The blade hummed with ancient power, its warmth spreading through his chilled bones. "Disciple Lin," a voice echoed from the sword, cold and imperious. It was the voice of Eldrin (Person Name), his master. "The Demon Sect marches upon the Eastern Pass. You are summoned." Lin Feng's heart sank. For thousands of years, the righteous sects had clashed with the Demon Sect, their conflicts claiming countless lives. Now, it seemed his time had come to join the fray. A dozen or so disciples gathered at the training ground, their faces pale with apprehension. Their senior martial brother, a man in his 20-some years with eyes as sharp as daggers, addressed them. "Over a 100 demonic cultivators have been spotted near the border. We depart at dawn." As night fell, Lin Feng sat cross-legged in his humble abode, cycling his spiritual energy through his meridians. The process was agonizingly slow, each revolution of his cultivation base feeling like pushing against a mountain of lead. He had attempted this breakthrough nearly a 1000 times, yet the fourth layer remained as distant as the stars. "Perhaps this battle will be my opportunity," he thought, though the idea brought him little comfort. Many cultivators had perished in similar conflicts, their dreams of immortality extinguished like candles in the wind. The following morning, they descended the mountain. The air grew thick with demonic energy as they approached the Eastern Pass. Strange, twisted trees clawed at the sky, their branches like skeletal fingers. Suddenly, dark figures emerged from the shadows—demonic cultivators, their eyes burning with malevolent light. "Formation!" the senior martial brother shouted, but it was too late. A wave of dark energy slammed into them, throwing several disciples to the ground. Lin Feng raised the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss, its blade erupting in crimson flames. He channeled all his spiritual power into the weapon, feeling the familiar strain in his dantian. The demonic cultivator before him laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "A mere third layer ant dares to challenge me?" Their blades met in a shower of sparks and dark energy. Lin Feng fought with desperate fury, his movements fueled by a century of frustration and determination. Each parry sent shockwaves through his arms, each dodge drained more of his dwindling energy. Just as he felt his spiritual power nearing exhaustion, something within him shifted. A warmth he had never known bloomed in his core, spreading through his meridians like wildfire. The world seemed to slow around him, each droplet of blood and particle of dust hanging suspended in the air. He saw it then—the flaw in his opponent's technique, the slight imbalance in his stance. With a roar that seemed to shake the very heavens, Lin Feng thrust his sword forward, channeling every last bit of his newfound power into the strike. The demonic cultivator's eyes widened in shock as the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss pierced his defenses, its flames burning brighter than they had in centuries. The man crumpled to the ground, his dark energy dissipating into the morning air. Panting heavily, Lin Feng stood amidst the carnage. The surviving disciples stared at him with newfound respect. In that moment of life-and-death struggle, he had finally broken through to the fourth layer of Qi Refining. But as he looked upon the fallen—both friend and foe—he knew this was only the beginning. The path of cultivation stretched before him, longer and more treacherous than he had ever imagined. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled, as if the heavens themselves were warning of the tribulations to come.