Chapter 1263 : Triple Talisman Pearl

Boundless were the calamitous tides, enduring the great tribulation.

Under the onslaught of the endless beast tide, 1 1000 years had passed in the blink of an eye. Throughout this millennium, the relentless horde continuously assailed The Vast Sea, turning the prolonged warfare into an unprecedented conflict across the entire Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss region.

Many cultivators at the Purple Mansion, Golden Core, and even Nascent Soul realms were born amidst this great tribulation. From the very moment they set foot on the path of cultivation, they had already become participants in this calamity.

Some fought to survive the great tribulation, some cultivated through the great tribulation, while others rose amidst the calamity, advancing all the way to the realm of Primordial Spirit Dao Lord.

Others, however, perished amidst their heavenly tribulations, failing to even survive a 1000 years.

The mortal world has weathered countless vicissitudes, with generations of low-level cultivators coming and going. Many practitioners at the Foundation Establishment, Purple Mansion, and even Golden Core realms have grown accustomed to the great tribulations.

They had lived since childhood amidst the endless beast tide calamity, taking turns to reinforce the Zhou Tian Star Formation—this was the task they had performed most frequently aside from their cultivation.

Until this very day, everything finally began to shift. "This beast tide seems far thinner than it was back then."

At the edge of the Zhoutian Star Formation, a youth in blue robes murmured softly, his expression tinged with solemnity.

The youth in blue robes was known as Daoist Qingxuan, the timid young cultivator from the time the great calamity erupted.

Now, a 1000 years had passed in the blink of an eye. Amidst the great tribulations, he had repeatedly distinguished himself in battle, not only tempering his path of cultivation but also earning numerous commendations from the Immortal Alliance.

Unbeknownst to him, his cultivation had unknowingly advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm, transforming him into a Pure Yang Dao Lord presiding over a spirit island.

Although the beast tide still stretched endlessly before him, as 1 who had personally witnessed the millennium beast tide war, he could clearly sense its thinning ranks.

At this thought, a faint glimmer flickered in Daoist Qingxuan's eyes as he murmured, "It seems the chance for a counterattack is approaching."

With these words, Qingxuan Daoren (Cultivator) cast his gaze toward the highest heavens, where that towering figure remained unmoving.

"Almost there."

Chapter 1 9 Heavens Above (Time & Distance), Eldrin (Person Name) stood with serene composure.

For a full millennium of war, he had already activated the River of Stars Sword Qi of the Cosmic Cycle 3 times in succession, while countless human cultivators clashed with the demonic races in ceaseless day and night battles.

Before anyone realized it, the beast tide unleashed by Patriarch Suwei had suffered devastating losses. By now, the remaining beast clans numbered less than 30% of their pre-war forces, with countless lineages completely eradicated in the great conflict.

Such devastating losses were enough to cripple the Suwei Sea Region, likely requiring tens of thousands of years to restore its foundational strength.

If the remaining demon beast clans were to perish in the Abyssal Sea, the Suwei Sea would suffer a devastating blow to its foundations, requiring over a 100 1000 years to recover.

With these thoughts in mind, Eldrin cast his gaze toward the boundless demon horde in the distance, his brow involuntarily furrowing with solemnity.

Once more, the boundless hordes of the demonic races gathered, stirring up an endless tide of beasts as they surged toward the Sea of Returning Abyss.

Seeing this, Lyra (Person Name) remarked with serene composure, "It appears they are truly making their final stand."

"Yes."

Eldrin nodded and said, "After this, Ancestor Suwei will likely bare his fangs at us."

At these words, Eldrin noticed the boundless beast tide had already swept across the heavens, charging toward the vast expanse of the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss Sea.

This time, it was not merely the boundless beast tide that approached; numerous demon immortals had also gathered vast fleets of treasure ships that blotted the skies, carrying countless demonic Dao soldiers to slaughter their way forward.

Eldrin paid this no mind. Having battled for a millennium, he had come to profoundly comprehend the might of the Cosmic Star Formation.

These treasure ships and beast tides alone were utterly insufficient to breach the Cosmic Star Formation. Their sole purpose was to deplete the Abyssal Sea's reserves of spiritual energy and resources like Immortal Origins.

Without the slightest hesitation, Eldrin once again summoned boundless stellar power, gathering the endless river of stellar sword energy for the fourth time.

As the endless river of stellar sword energy coalesced into form, in that instant, countless stellar sword energies submerged everything.

Whether it was the sixth-tier treasure ship or the Great Demonic Spirit, none could defy the heavens against this boundless stellar sword energy. In the blink of an eye, they were reduced to dust, vanishing without a trace in the endless expanse of the sea.

When all finally settled, over half of the hundreds of millions of demon tribes had perished, while the survivors began frantically fleeing toward the rear.

To this, Patriarch Suwei paid no mind.

Having thoroughly deciphered the activation conditions of the Zhou Heavenly Stellar Sword Qi through a millennium of great wars, he declared without hesitation: "Once the River of Zhou Heavenly Stellar Sword Qi is unleashed, it cannot be activated again for 3 100 years."

"Now is the perfect moment to break the formation. It's time to witness the methods of your dragon clan."

Aoming nodded slightly, his expression serene as he remarked, "This grand formation is indeed extraordinary, though I suspect the spiritual energy stored within has likely been depleted by more than half."

“Our 1000 Dragon Lake has come prepared with a treasure specifically for breaking formations—the Formation-Suppressing Artifact. It will be sufficient to temporarily suppress it.”

As his words faded, Ao Ming turned his gaze toward the 9 Heavens Above, cupped his hands in salute, and said, "I beseech our 3 Ancestors to take action."

"Intoning"

No sooner had his words faded than a dragon's roar resonated between heaven and earth. At the horizon, 3 9 Heaven True Dragons soared in coiling arcs, their forms vast enough to blot out the sun.

They opened their mouths and each spat out a dazzlingly brilliant pearl, containing the power of 3 distinct laws: the Firmament, the Netherworld, and the Mortal Realm.

Triune Wonder Pearl!

Patriarch Suwei took 1 glance, and his expression involuntarily shifted with a faint tremor.

The Triune Wonder Pearl is the life-bound immortal treasure of the Western Abyss Dragon Palace’s master. It contains the threefold power of heaven, earth, and humanity, and when unified, it transforms into the Triune Mystic Array (Formation).

The master of the Western Abyss Dragon Palace had cultivated the Dao for many years, and it was with these Trinity Wonder Pearls that he forged his formidable reputation, hailed as 1 of the most promising figures in the Western Qi Divine Abyss Sea to break through to the Celestial Immortal realm.

From this, 1 could see what an astonishing set of treasures the 3 Talents Mystic Pearls truly were.

The current set of Triune Wonder Pearls was clearly not the original supreme Primordial Opening Treasure, but a replica forged by 1000 Dragon Lake, its grade merely that of a top-tier immortal treasure.

Even so, the might of such an immortal treasure remained immense. Behold—the 3 resplendent pearls intertwined and spiraled, ultimately transforming into a world-shaking immortal formation that descended with crushing force, slamming directly into the Great Zhou Heaven Star Formation.

Boom

In the blink of an eye, heaven and earth roared, and all things lost their color.

Under the combined impetus of 3 Half-Step Earth Immortals, the power of the Tri-Source Wonder Beads had reached the realm of world creation, actually tearing a breach through the Cosmic Star Formation.

For a time, no 1 knew how many human cultivators met their bloody end, perishing amidst the heavenly tribulations under the backlash of their own powers.

"Hmm?"

Seeing the formation shattered, Eldrin's pupils contracted slightly.

With the assistance of Moon Fairy, Star Fairy, and Sun Fairy, he was confident he could restore the Cosmic Star Formation in an extremely short time.

But at this moment, Eldrin saw it as an opportunity. After exchanging glances with the other immortals, he halted his efforts to repair the Cosmic Star Formation.

Chapter 1: The Prodigy's Fall The mountain mist coiled like ancient serpents, shrouding the Celestial Dawn Sect's training grounds in ethereal silence. Ling Feng stood at the edge of the marble platform, his white robes fluttering in the breeze that carried the scent of spiritual herbs and distant rainfall. "32,000 spirit stones," the Elder's voice echoed across the precipice, colder than glacial ice. "That is the price for your continued cultivation here." Ling Feng's fingers tightened around the jade token at his waist - the very symbol of his status as the sect's former rising star. Now, it felt heavier than a mountain peak. "Elder Ming," he spoke, his voice steady despite the storm raging within, "you know I don't possess such wealth. Not since... the incident." The Elder's eyes narrowed, resembling 2 slivers of polished obsidian. "The sect cannot waste resources on 1 whose spiritual roots have shattered. You've consumed nearly a 1000 spirit stones in the past month alone, with no improvement." Around them, disciples paused their morning cultivation exercises to watch the spectacle. Whispers slithered through the crowd like venomous snakes. "He still dares show his face?" "From genius to waste in mere days..." "Should have accepted the Outer Sect's offer when he had the chance." Ling Feng ignored them, his gaze fixed on the distant peaks where he'd once meditated beneath the moonlight, his cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds. Now, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth felt like daggers piercing his damaged meridians. "Give me 3 days," Ling Feng said, his voice barely above a whisper yet carrying surprising resolve. "I will secure the spirit stones." Elder Ming's laughter was as dry as autumn leaves cracking underfoot. "3 days? Very well. But know this - when you fail, you will voluntarily renounce your core disciple status and depart from these sacred mountains forever." As Ling Feng turned to leave, a voice dripping with mock concern stopped him. "Senior Brother Ling, in your... current condition, perhaps you should consider the mortal world. I hear blacksmiths always need apprentices." The speaker was Zhang Wei, once Ling Feng's most devoted follower, now clad in robes of silver and blue that marked his recent promotion to head disciple. At his hip hung the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) - a weapon that had once answered to Ling Feng's command. Ling Feng didn't bother turning. "Some mountains are better climbed without the burden of betrayal weighing 1 down, Junior Brother." He descended the 1000-step staircase, each pace carrying him further from his former life. The spiritual pressure that normally would have buoyed his steps now felt like chains dragging him downward. At the base of the mountain, where the sect's protective formations began to wane, Ling Feng paused before a gnarled ancient tree. Its bark shimmered with faint spiritual patterns, a remnant from some long-forgotten cultivator's experimentation. "Old friend," he murmured, placing a palm against the trunk. "It seems this may be our last meeting." A faint pulse responded - not from the tree, but from the earth beneath it. A vibration so subtle that even with his damaged senses, Ling Feng recognized it immediately. Someone had buried a spatial pouch here, shielded by elementary concealment charms. Kneeling, he brushed aside the soil to reveal a small leather pouch no larger than his palm. Within rested 3 Middle-Grade Spirit Stones and a slip of jade containing a single message: "The Phoenix must burn to rise again." Ling Feng's breath caught. These stones alone were worth over 30,000 standard spirit stones. But more importantly - someone knew. Someone knew about the hidden power sleeping within his shattered dantian, the secret he'd guarded since that fateful night when lightning had scarred both his body and his cultivation base. As twilight painted the western sky in hues of violet and gold, Ling Feng made his decision. He wouldn't use the stones to buy his way back into the sect's good graces. No - he would use them to fuel the most dangerous gamble of his life: attempting the Forgotten Scroll of the Ashen Soul (Cultivation Method) that had been burning a hole in his memory since he'd discovered it in the sect's forbidden archives months earlier. The technique promised power beyond imagination, but the introduction carried a grim warning: "9 in 10 practitioners perish; the tenth wishes they had." Ling Feng clutched the spirit stones, their energy already seeping into his meridians like liquid sunlight. Some mountains needed to be climbed alone. Some fires needed to consume everything to reveal what truly remained. In the gathering darkness, his eyes began to glow with faint silver light - the first sign of the Ashen Soul technique taking root in a vessel everyone had written off as broken beyond repair.