Chapter 1285 : The Calamity of Qingyan Island

Eldrin had now comprehended 5 distinct Daos. Among them, he had fully grasped 3 fundamental powers: Primordial Chaos Gold, the Law of Life, and the Profound Abyssal Water. As for the Pure Yang Celestial Flame, the required Dao Origins had already been gathered in full.

The remaining rules of the Myriad Things Earth, however, would only become useful after refining an Earth-attributed supreme-grade Dao Source.

Before him, this supreme-grade Dao Origin contained the power of a fire-attribute rule—'Azure Sky Immortal Flame'—which was no longer of significant use to Eldrin (Person Name).

"Let it be for Eldrin."

With a swift motion, Eldrin stored away the Cyan Feather Immortal Wings and the supreme-grade Dao Source, then turned his gaze to the 4 ancient trees, a faint smile gracing his lips.

1 could never have too many Post-Heavenly Spiritual Roots (Spiritual Root). The current Mysterious Pine, Netherworld Ancient Locust Tree, and Sky-Reaching Wood were all excellent materials for constructing the 4 Extremities Pillars.

The Crimson Sunset Fire Mulberry was a supreme-grade immortal root, capable of serving as a foundational heritage for the clan.

"The Crimson Sun Fire Mulberry and the Netherworld Ancient Locust Tree are both extraordinary. Combined with the Lunar Laurel of the Void Paradise and the Heavenly Heart Divine Willow, they can form the dual poles of Yin and Yang, the dual poles of Heaven and Earth, weaving together primordial array patterns."

These 4 spiritual roots, once they advance into Heavenly Spiritual Roots (Spiritual Root), could serve as Lyra (Person Name)'s 4 Extremities Pillars—and indeed the most optimal choice at that.

With this thought in mind, Eldrin (Person Name) stored away the 4 spiritual roots.

After completing this step, Eldrin searched the area once more, only to find that very few treasures within the Setting Sun Blessed Land could still catch his eye. He couldn't help but let out a soft sigh in his heart.

"Quite the thorough plundering before parting ways," Eldrin murmured, shaking his head faintly.

With 1 last glance at the Crimson Sun Blessed Realm, he shook his head and withdrew.

The treasures of the Setting Sun Blessed Land had all been claimed, leaving behind a blessed land of astonishing value, yet 1 that could not be taken away.

However, once the great tribulation had passed, Eldrin would never abandon the Sunset Blessed Land.

Eldrin's cultivation of the Primordial Chaos Immortal Body had grown too formidable. To achieve the Primal Opening True Form, he must first gather the 5 elemental qi and replenish the 3 extraordinary sources of wind, thunder, and ice to achieve a breakthrough.

Originally, Eldrin had planned to refine 5 top-grade immortal-ranked 5 Elements earth veins before leveraging the power of 3 supreme-grade wind, thunder, and ice earth veins to achieve his breakthrough.

Yet the present Eldrin, having successively mastered the water veins of the Returning Abyss blessed land and now acquiring this eighth-order fire vein of the Setting Sun blessed land, found his ambitions growing ever more profound.

"If we utilize the Abyssal Water Vein, the Setting Sun Fire Vein, and the Suwei Gold Vein, then find 2 more Earth and Wood veins of supreme-grade quality or higher."

"Can I advance further and forge the peerless Chaos Primordial Body?"

Eldrin murmured under his breath, a flicker of resolve flashing in his eyes.

Over the years, he had synthesized hundreds of classics, advancing the Primordial Chaos Unending Scripture to the Eighth Stage. What began as absorbing the 5 Elements Qi from earth veins to replenish his foundation had now evolved to the level of being able to refine the earth veins themselves.

According to his calculations, his Chaos Indestructible Body could absorb the accumulated Origin Qi of a blessed land cultivated over countless years, and could even completely refine a supreme-grade earth vein into his 5 viscera.

The accumulated primordial energy of a blessed land far surpasses that of a single Earth Immortal ancestor's inner world, while the 5 Elemental Qi from a supreme immortal-grade earth vein is potent enough to overwhelm several half-step Earth Immortals.

By replenishing the 5 viscera with the boundless primordial qi of a blessed land, or by refining a supreme immortal-grade earth vein into them, the source of power for his physical body would become nearly inexhaustible.

If he could go a step further under these circumstances and refine his body with the extreme laws of wind, thunder, and ice, his Primordial Chaos Indestructible Body would become unprecedented in all of history.

At that stage, perhaps relying solely on his physical body’s strength, he would already be comparable to a 9 Tribulations Immortal, possessing boundless might capable of tearing apart ancient deities barehanded and cleaving asunder primordial behemoths with sheer force.

Under such circumstances, augmented by the power of the Primordial Chaos rules, Eldrin's combat prowess was destined to transcend even that of a 9-Calamity Immortal, perhaps allowing him to step into a mythical and forbidden realm.

"1 step at a time."

"Right now, the priority is to digest my gains first."

Eldrin suppressed the boundless flights of fancy in his heart, reining in his wandering thoughts as he continued striding toward the Sea of Returning Abyss.

After flying for a short while, Eldrin suddenly came to a halt before a celestial island.

He looked up and saw a fierce battle raging atop a majestic immortal island. Beyond the island, countless cultivators had gathered, relentlessly assaulting the mountain-protecting formation of the immortal sanctuary.

Greenrock Isle.

Gazing at this immortal island, Eldrin felt a slight stir between his brows.

Greenrock Island was the territory of the Immortal Qian Clan. The founding ancestor of this lineage, Qian Xuande, could be considered an old friend of Eldrin.

In his early years, just after Eldrin (Person Name) had ascended, he shared a rather amicable relationship with Qian Xuande (Person Name). Back when Eldrin (Person Name) first settled in the Crimson Dragon Sea Region, it was largely thanks to Qian Xuande (Person Name) holding the fort that he managed to establish himself.

However, as Eldrin's cultivation grew increasingly profound, he no longer fully endorsed Qian Xuande's philosophy of secluded cultivation to evade tribulations. Gradually, their interactions dwindled to a mere handful.

Thereafter, for tens of thousands of years, Eldrin (Person Name) found himself more aligned in spirit with Celestial Wind Immortal, and unwittingly, the latter became his closest companion in the Crimson Sunset Sea.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years had passed. Now that the great calamity has erupted once more, it seems the Qian Clan of Immortals has also failed to evade this tribulation.

Eldrin sighed inwardly, then took a step forward, advancing toward the former Greenrock Island.

Meanwhile, atop Greenrock Isle, the brutal battle had reached a fever pitch.

A full 100 1000-plus treasure ships blotted out the skies, carrying countless cultivators to besiege Greenrock Isle, with as many as 7 Immortals among their ranks.

On Greenrock Island, the glow of the Mountain Protection Array had faded to near extinction. Countless Qian Clan cultivators suffered severe recoil from the formation's backlash, with members falling every single moment.

"Hold the line! Hold it, I say!"

At the core formation of the Qian Clan's immortal lineage on Greenrock Island, Qian Xuande's expression was grave beyond measure as he channeled energy into the array.

While channeling the formation's power, he said with a pale face, "Why is the formation's spiritual energy insufficient? Quickly replenish the spirit stones and Immortal Origin!"

"Ancestral Elder..."

Beside Qian Xuande, the young immortal of the Qian Clan, Qian Shuwen, revealed a bitter smile: "Our reserves of spirit stones and Immortal Origin were depleted as early as 3 years ago."

"Now, all the cultivators of our clan are driving the formation by draining their own essence blood and magic power."

Qian Xuande staggered slightly before rising to his feet and surveying his surroundings. He discovered that over half of the Qian Immortal Clan cultivators had already fallen.

The surviving cultivators all sat slumped on the ground, their faces deathly pale. A handful still struggled to maintain the formation arrays, yet they had reached the point where their energy was nearly exhausted, like an oil lamp burning its last drops.

Qian Xuande’s face was deathly pale as he couldn’t help but ask with desperate hope, "We’ve been besieged for a 1000 years and have already sent 9 distress letters. Has Fellow Daoist Guixu sent anyone to aid us?"

Qian Shuwen (Person Name) shook his head, his face deathly pale as he said, "Never mind that we can’t send the message out—even if we could, it would be useless."

"After battling the Suwei Sea Region for 1 1000 years, the Eldrin Sea Region then endured a 2-1000-year siege by the Setting Sun Blessed Land."

"Now I fear they are on the verge of collapse, so how could they possibly spare any attention for us?"

Qian Xuande staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground as despair washed over his face. "Has our Qian Immortal Clan truly reached the point where we cannot escape this calamity?"

Chapter 1: The Prodigy's Fall The mountain mist coiled like ancient serpents, shrouding the 9 Profound Sect's training grounds in ethereal silence. Ling Feng stood alone at the precipice, his white robes fluttering in the celestial wind. Once the most promising core disciple, now his spiritual roots lay shattered like jade dropped from heaven. "Brother Ling," a mellifluous voice echoed through the mist. Yan'er emerged from the swirling vapors, her steps light as falling cherry blossoms. In her palm glowed a Moonlight Pearl(Spiritual Artifact), its soft radiance illuminating her worried features. "The sect master has decreed," she whispered, her voice trembling like wind-chimes. "You must descend the mountain at dawn." Ling Feng's knuckles turned white around the hilt of his Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss(Magic Treasure). "And you believe this is just?" "The world of cultivation has always respected strength above all," a booming voice interrupted. Elder Ming(Cultivation Elder) materialized from the mist, his long beard silvered by moonlight. "Without your spiritual roots, you're but a mortal clinging to immortal aspirations." Ling Feng's gaze fell upon the Abyssal Token(Sect Token) at his waist - once a symbol of supreme honor, now a reminder of his disgrace. "3 years," he murmured. "Just 3 years ago, I single-handedly defeated the Blood Demon Sect at the Battle of Crimson Peaks." Yan'er's eyes glistened. "I've gathered 32,000 spirit stones(Cultivation Resources) for your journey. It's all I could procure from my family's vaults." Elder Ming's staff struck the stone floor with finality. "The council has spoken. At daybreak, you shall be stripped of your core disciple status." A cold smile touched Ling Feng's lips. Hidden beneath his robes, the mysterious black ring his mother left him began to glow with ancient runes. Unbeknownst to all, the true legacy of the Celestial Emperor(Celestial Being) had just awakened. "Let them have their decree," Ling Feng said, his voice suddenly steady as mountain bedrock. "The path of cultivation spans countless millennia. Who can predict where this humble disciple's journey may lead?" As the first rays of dawn pierced through the eternal mists, Ling Feng took his first step toward the mortal world - and toward a destiny that would shake the very foundations of the 3 realms.