Chapter 153 : Foundation Soil Kunyuan Plate

Faced with such a formidable fourth-tier immortal sword, Lyra remained unperturbed. A slight tremor passed between her brows, and from it descended an ancient, majestic cauldron.

"Hexaconic Octadic Cauldron?"

Eldrin's pupils contracted slightly as he recognized the origin of that massive cauldron. He never expected this artifact refining cauldron to also be Lyra's life-bound magic treasure.

At just 20-8 years of age, Lyra (Person Name) had already broken through to the Purple Palace Realm. Later, in order to mend her spiritual roots, she remained stagnant at Purple Palace, Peak Stage (Cultivation Realm) for nearly 2 100 years. Yet during this time, she was by no means idle.

Currently possessing 4 spiritual roots, she had actually refined 4 life-bound magical treasures. This Hexahedral Cauldron of Cosmic Dominion represented the pinnacle of Lyra's artifact forging mastery, its power truly extraordinary beyond measure.

The Hexa-Universe Cauldron descended, instantly blocking the Moonsnow Celestial Sword. Not only that, it even faintly suppressed the divine blade, threatening to draw it into the cauldron's depths for refinement.

Seeing that the Ink Snow Immortal Sword could not subdue his opponent, the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) flashed a trace of fury in his eyes and abruptly spat out a dragon-patterned treasured blade.

Dragon Ascension Blade

Everyone’s pupils contracted slightly, never expecting the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) to possess such a treasure.

The Dragon Ascension Saber was a mid fourth-grade treasure blade. Legend held that this saber was forged using a fourth-grade precious metal as its base, then tempered with the blood of a flood dragon. It was born with a trace of the mighty flood dragon's baleful aura.

Legend has it that the Dragon Transformation Blade holds the profound mystery of metamorphosing into a flood dragon. Should a serpent demon of extraordinary bloodline obtain this blade, it may undergo apotheosis into the legendary jiaolong.

The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) paid an incalculable price to obtain this treasure from the Green Flood Dragon Demon Emperor (Demon Beast) of Emerald Ripple Lake.

At this moment, the Dragon Ascension Blade manifested with overwhelming might, striking with such force that even the Celestial Ruins Slaying Immortal Sword could not withstand its power and was sent flying from a single blow.

As the Dragon-Forming Blade came slashing down, a faint crease appeared between Lyra’s brows. For 1 100 years, she had been cultivating a tremendously powerful great supernatural power.

The cultivation requirements for that divine ability were exceptionally demanding. During this period, she could not activate the technique, or else all her previous cultivation efforts would be undone.

At present, the progress of that great supernatural power was more than halfway complete. If he were to recklessly activate the power now, a century of arduous cultivation would be undone, and the loss would be far too devastating.

"Even if I unleash my divine abilities and exhaust every means at my disposal, I may still be unable to slay this demon."

"Enough."

With this thought, Lyra suppressed the urge to activate her divine ability. Instead, she deployed the defensive yuan-shield of the Foundation Earth Primordial Disk and relied on her 3 innate magic treasures to engage in a fluid, evasive combat style.

The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) saw that Lyra (Person Name) refused to engage it head-on and could do nothing to stop her. It let out a cold, furious laugh.

"You are merely a Purple Mansion cultivator, your spiritual power is far from sufficient."

"Even with a third-grade magic treasure, how long could 1 sustain its activation?"

Eldrin, standing below, felt a wave of relief upon hearing this. He knew full well that Lyra currently possessed 4 spiritual roots: for the fire attribute, she had the Hexahedral Cauldron of 8 Desolates; for the metal attribute, the Heaven's Ruin Immortal-Slaying Sword; and for the earth attribute, the Ji Earth Kun-Yuan Disk.

It made no sense for a wood spirit root to lack a natal treasure. That Ren Shui Qing Lian Tai was a supreme-grade natal treasure, capable of storing twice a cultivator's spiritual power, let alone the fact that Lyra's (Person Name) natal treasure was a full grade higher in quality.

Suppressing his thoughts, Eldrin joined the others in focusing their minds as they launched a coordinated assault on the Purple-Blooded Heavenly Python.

"Hiss—"

Facing the combined assault of 8 human experts at the Purple Palace level, even the Purple-Scaled Heavenly Python at the peak stage of the Purple Palace realm was beginning to falter.

With a piercing shriek, the creature summoned a top-grade, third-tier defensive artifact—a small bell above its head. While activating various magical treasures to fend off the attackers, it deftly maneuvered to buy time.

The crowd naturally would not let him have his way. Elder Yang summoned the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss, launching relentless assaults that steadily compressed the Violetblood Heavenly Python’s space.

The Violetblood Sky Serpent, with the third-tier superior-grade defensive treasure 'Purple Blood Pagoda (Magic Treasure)' hovering above its head, maintained a violet barrier to protect itself while simultaneously activating several third-tier magical artifacts to fend off the besieging attacks from all sides.

Yet the lightning-quick sword radiance of the Blazing Thunderbolt Sword darted like a soaring dragon. As Elder Yang’s life-bound magic treasure, when wielded by his own hand, its power nearly rivaled that of a top-grade third-tier magical artifact. It pressed down upon the Purpleblood Celestial Python, leaving the serpent with scarcely any room to evade.

"Perfect timing."

At that very instant, Xavier finally seized an opening. He summoned the Dry Gold Fire Dragon Shears, which sliced through the air with a metallic shriek before crashing thunderously against the pagoda.

The Purple Blood Pagoda (Magic Treasure) had already withstood numerous assaults from the crowd's divine abilities and magical treasures. Now, subjected to the full-force strike of the Dry Gold Fire Dragon Shears, it nearly shattered entirely—its luminous barrier dimming by over 90 percent.

"Slay—"

Seeing the defensive barrier of the Purple Blood Pagoda (Magic Treasure) had thinned to a mere film, Patriarch Yang's gaze sharpened abruptly. He drew his clan's ultimate treasure—the Mountain-Splitting Soul-Severing Axe (Magic Treasure)—and swung it forward with devastating force.

In terms of pure offensive power, the Mountain-Splitting Soul-Severing Axe rivals the Dry Gold Fire Dragon Shears. The only distinction lies in its speed, which ranks among the slower tier-3 magical treasures.

At this moment, the Purpleblooded Celestial Python was already suppressed by the crowd to the point of gasping for breath, finding it difficult to evade the Mountain-Splitting Soul-Severing Axe.

However, it truly lived up to its reputation as a powerful demon beast at the 9th level of the Purple Mansion. Even when facing the Mountain-Cleaving Soul-Severing Axe, a top-grade Tier 3 magic treasure, it showed no trace of fear.

Its serpentine eyes abruptly snapped open as it threw its head back and roared to the heavens, unleashing its innate divine ability—Heaven Devouring Serpent Art (Innate Divine Ability).

"Not good."

The moment he laid eyes on the Heaven-Devouring Serpent Art, Patriarch Yang’s expression shifted abruptly. A sense of foreboding surged within him, and he swiftly attempted to channel his energy into the Mountain-Splitting Soul-Severing Axe to evade the attack.

However, the cultivation base of that Purple Blood Celestial Python far surpassed his own. Once it activated this Heaven Devouring Python Art, the resulting power was truly staggering.

Everyone felt the very fabric of heaven and earth swaying, the void trembling violently as if the entire world had been devoured into its belly.

Although the Mountain-Splitting Soul-Cleaving Axe possessed the divine might to sunder peaks, it still could not withstand the Violet-Blooded Heavenly Python's supernatural power. In the end, the axe was devoured whole by the python in a single gulp.

"Ah, my magic treasure!"

Witnessing the annihilation of his clan's sacred treasure, Patriarch Yang felt as if his eyes were about to split open. His mind grew heavy and clouded, yet he frantically channeled his energy into the Thunderblaze Fire Sword, unleashing a furious assault upon the Violetblood Heavenly Python.

"Hymn—"

A sharp sword cry pierced the air as Elara (Person Name) summoned the Icesoul Chilling Light Sword, deflecting 1 of the Purpleblood Heavenly Python’s magical treasures. In its wake, a beam of pure white frost shot forth.

That white magical treasure was called the '9-Condensation Profound Ice Thorn' (Magic Treasure), a third-tier, superior-grade ice attribute treasure. This artifact had been forged by Lyra (Person Name) in recent years using 10-1000-year-old profound ice, specifically crafted as a treasure for Elara (Person Name).

The Purpleblood Sky Serpent was currently employing its Devour the Heavens technique to suppress the Mountain-Splitting Soul-Severing Axe, rendering the technique temporarily unusable. It had no choice but to rely on its defensive magic treasure to block the attack.

However, the defensive treasure had expended too much of its power and could no longer withstand a single strike from Elara (Person Name).

The 9-Needle Profound Ice Thorns shattered its defensive magic treasure, then tore a gash upon its form in a single strike, while the 10-1000-year profound ice chill ceaselessly invaded its body.

The serpent demon beast, being a cold-blooded creature, was particularly vulnerable to ice-attribute magical artifacts and supernatural powers. Now wounded by Elara (Person Name), a Purple Mansion cultivator with Ice Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root), it finally revealed intentions to retreat, twisting its body to flee into the depths of the void.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of snow and decay. Lin Feng tightened his tattered robe, his breath misting in the frigid air. He had been traversing these desolate mountains for 3 days now, his body pushed to its absolute limits. "Just a little further," he muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper. "The Hidden Abyss Valley should be right beyond this ridge." His fingers unconsciously brushed against the small leather pouch tied to his belt—inside rested his entire fortune: 32,000 spirit stones, painstakingly accumulated over years of risking his life in monster-infested ruins. More precious still was the single Foundation Establishment Pill, its value beyond mere spirit stones. Suddenly, the air shifted. A pressure so immense it felt physical descended upon the mountain, causing the very rocks to tremble. Lin Feng's heart lurched. This aura... it belonged to no ordinary beast. From the swirling mist ahead emerged a figure clad in white robes, floating effortlessly above the jagged ground. His presence seemed to warp the surrounding space, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth bowing to his will. "An Eldrin!" Lin Feng's blood ran cold. Beings at this level were legends, capable of wiping out entire sects with a mere thought. What would such an entity be doing in these remote mountains? The Eldrin's gaze swept over Lin Feng, ancient and indifferent. "You carry the scent of the Netherworld Flower, mortal," his voice echoed directly in Lin Feng's mind, devoid of all emotion. "Where did you acquire it?" Lin Feng's mind raced. The Netherworld Flower—he had indeed obtained 1 stem half a year ago from a mysterious ruin, using it to break through to the 7th level of Qi Condensation. How could this supreme being possibly detect its lingering aura? "Answer me!" The mental command struck like a physical blow, and Lin Feng felt his consciousness waver. Just as he thought his end had come, the ancient jade pendant hanging from his neck—a family heirloom he had never paid much mind—suddenly grew warm. A gentle energy flowed through him, stabilizing his trembling spirit. The Eldrin's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his eternally calm features. "Interesting. To think a mere Qi Condensation cultivator possesses an artifact that can resist my Soul Probe Technique." He raised a hand, and Lin Feng felt the world dissolve around him. When his vision cleared, they stood within a cavern of crystalline formations that glowed with soft, pulsating light. The Eldrin gestured, and the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss—Lin Feng's most prized possession—flew from its sheath to hover between them. "This sword contains a seal," the Eldrin stated, his finger tracing the blade where strange, swirling patterns began to emerge. "Placed upon it by the Sword Emperor Yun himself, over 3 1000 years ago." Lin Feng stared, dumbfounded. The Sword Emperor Yun? A mythical figure from the ancient cultivation era, said to have ascended to immortality after unifying the 9 continents? What connection could his cheaply-bought sword possibly have with such a legend? "Fate has brought you here, child." The Eldrin's voice softened almost imperceptibly. "The seal awakening coincides with your presence. It appears you are destined to inherit what lies within." The white-robed figure produced a small, ornate bottle from his sleeve. "This is the 9 Revolutions Spirit Elixir. Consume it before attempting to break the seal. It may preserve your life through the process." Lin Feng accepted the bottle with trembling hands. The 9 Revolutions Spirit Elixir? Even the patriarchs of great clans would wage wars for a single drop, and here he held an entire bottle? "Why?" Lin Feng finally found his voice. "Why would you bestow such treasures upon an insignificant cultivator like myself?" The Eldrin's lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. "The heavens move in mysterious ways. Perhaps you are merely a pawn in a game spanning millennia. Or perhaps..." His gaze seemed to see straight through Lin Feng's soul. "You are the key to preventing a catastrophe that threatens to consume all realms." Before Lin Feng could respond, the Eldrin waved his hand. "Now, begin your cultivation. I will guard the process. Remember—once you consume that elixir, there is no turning back. Your path will be forged in either glorious ascension or utter oblivion." Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng uncorked the bottle. A fragrance like a 1000 blooming flowers filled the cavern, and the spiritual energy around him thickened to the point of being tangible. This was it—the moment that would define his destiny. He drank.