Chapter 1374 : Primordial Indestructible Dao-Fruit

Throughout this process, Eldrin channeled his lifelong cultivation base to resist, steadily enhancing his mastery over his own power.

Thus it was until 2 1000 years later, when Eldrin sensed his Primordial Immortal Embryo, magical power, and other energies gradually merging into the Dao Fruit—only the Laws and his Immortal Body remained unmoved.

Another 8 100 years passed, and the might of the Heaven-Earth Crucible had multiplied severalfold. Under such immense pressure, Eldrin’s Primordial Indestructible Body and the Primordial Chaos Rules gradually began to merge into 1.

Harnessing this external force, Eldrin (Person Name) summoned astonishing fortitude to subdue all resistance, gradually compelling his inner Dao fruit to undergo transformation.

Until the 3,000th year of Eldrin's seclusion, all his cultivation bases finally merged into 1, coalescing into a Dao Fruit.

That was an exceedingly dim and unadorned Dao Fruit, emanating a light of primordial chaos.

Upon closer inspection, 1 could perceive the interplay of Yin and Yang energies, the essence of 5 elemental hues, the 3 extraordinary forces, along with myriad principles and the profound power of mystical abilities.

So much power converged together, ultimately transforming into a hazy light of chaos.

"Primordial Immortal Dao Fruit."

Eldrin murmured softly, voicing the name of this Dao Fruit. This Dao Fruit coalesced Eldrin’s entire cultivated essence—his Primordial Chaos True Body, laws, magical power, immortal embryo, divine abilities, and more—into 1 supreme culmination, representing the pinnacle of his lifelong cultivation.

If 1 were to take its full name, it might be called the 'Great Primordial Chaos 5-Light 5-Thunder 5-Treasure Single-Lineage Star-Spanning Indestructible Dao Fruit'.

Such a supreme Dao Fruit contained the lifelong cultivation power of Eldrin, consolidating all his training into 1 cohesive whole. His combat strength had undergone a staggering qualitative transformation. At this moment, Eldrin even felt as though a single strand of his hair, once severed, could slice through the myriad stars in the heavens, and with but a flicker of his gaze, he could carve out an entire grand world.

This was the pinnacle of power—a lifetime of cultivation condensed into a single entity. A single strand of hair could concentrate the full might of 1's entire being. In the snap of a finger, heaven and earth could be overturned, rendering even those of the same realm utterly unmatched.

"Now, I have already stepped into the realm of taboos." A trace of serenity flickered in Eldrin's eyes as he murmured inwardly.

He needed no calculations, no sensory probing—the moment this power surged within him, he knew with absolute certainty that his strength had transcended the Forbidden Realm.

With this thought, he stepped out of the Celestial Furnace and cast his gaze toward another direction in the boundless depths below.

Seeing this, Lyra (Person Name) immediately inquired, "Husband, what troubles you?" "I merely chanced upon an unexpected acquaintance from the past."

Eldrin let out a light chuckle, then clasped his hands toward the crowd and said, "Condensing my Dao Fruit would not have been possible without the assistance of all of you."

"Not at all, we merely offered our meager assistance." Upon hearing this, the immortals all revealed traces of delight.

This time, Eldrin had condensed a supreme Dao Fruit, achieving a qualitative transformation in both combat prowess and foundational strength. His confidence in eventually stepping into the Celestial Immortal realm, and even the Great Perfection realm, had grown by several degrees.

By lending a hand, they had all earned a favor. Given Eldrin's character, if he were to truly achieve great cultivation in the future, he would certainly not treat them unfairly.

Eldrin did not say much about this.

He cast his gaze upon the assembly and spoke, "The rest of you shall remain here for now. Fellow cultivators who have reached the Earth Immortal realm, accompany me to greet our old acquaintance."

With those words, Eldrin soared into the distance.

Lyra, Qing Ji, Ri Ji, Daoist Tianfeng, the 2 Earth Immortals from the Ancient Azure Stream Sect, and the Nether Sovereign of Old Ruins all froze momentarily at the sight.

They exchanged a glance, then followed without hesitation. Concealed by the Mirror of Yin, Yang, and Void, Eldrin led the group through their flight. Before long, they arrived at another similar boundary.

Here at the boundary between Yin and Yang, dozens of Immortal Spirits stood guard. Among them was an Earth Immortal Ancestor whose aura radiated overwhelming power, overseeing the defense.

That Earth Immortal Patriarch was none other than an acquaintance of Eldrin—the Sixth Elder of the Sky Prison Clan, Sky Prison Flame Lord.

At this moment, the Heaven Prison Flame Lord, accompanied by several dozen Heaven Prison Clan immortals, was guarding a grand formation.

And that grand formation was continuously drawing upon the calamity qi between heaven and earth, as if nurturing something within.

"This is..."

Everyone was startled at the sight.

Eldrin smiled faintly and said, "The Sky Prison Clan has devised quite the scheme. Here at the heart of the great tribulation, they've set up an array to draw upon the boundless tribulation energy."

"If I hadn't discovered them, they might very well have succeeded in their scheme.

Upon hearing this, their expressions turned quite grave.

Amidst the great tribulation, boundless tribulation qi would inevitably erupt, and whenever a high-ranking immortal fell, the calamitous aura grew even more formidable.

Whether it was the destruction of the Western Abyss Dragon Palace or the heavy casualties suffered by the alliance of humans and gods, both would generate vast amounts of calamity qi.

These tribulation energies were utterly useless to ordinary immortals, yet for the Celestial Prison Clan, they served as premium cultivation resources.

The 3 factions fought a cataclysmic battle, with humans, celestials, and demons all suffering devastating losses. Yet unbeknownst to them, the Sky Prison Clan secretly laid down a grand formation to gather the energy of the great tribulation.

Once this matter succeeds, it is certain to nurture a supreme treasure. The Lord of the Celestial Prison Clan might even seize this opportunity to step into the realm of Celestial Immortals.

At this thought, Eldrin smiled and said, "The Sky Prison Clan has hidden themselves quite well. Had I not noticed the anomalous flow of tribulation energy while condensing my Dao Fruit, I might never have discovered them."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Riji couldn’t help but say, "In that case, we should return at once to gather our forces and surround them for a complete annihilation."

"No need."

Eldrin shook his head and said, "A larger group would only make it easier to be detected prematurely. The few of us are more than enough to deal with these people."

As the words fell, Eldrin (Person Name) cast out the Yin Yang Void Mirror, instantly sealing the void before them.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, they realized the void had been sealed. The Sky Prison clansmen all revealed expressions of shock.

That day, Eldrin grasped the Heavenly Halberd, intending to unleash the might of this profound Heaven-Cleaving Treasure to shatter the Yin-Yang Void Realm in a single strike.

But just then, a figure came striding over.

The newcomer was robed in snow-white garments, his form shrouded in an aura of primordial chaos. With a mere flick of his sleeve, he unleashed a palm strike that tore through the air, descending upon him with devastating force.

Heavenly Prison Flame Lord’s heart tightened. He swiftly raised the Heavenly Prison War Halberd to block, but in an instant, a sharp pain shot through his palms, and the weapon was violently knocked from his grasp.

Pfft— The young man in blue robes staggered backward, a thread of deep crimson trickling from the corner of his mouth. His face was pale as paper, his chest heaving violently. The longsword in his hand, now riddled with cracks, emitted a mournful hum as if on the verge of shattering. "Still not giving up?" The white-robed cultivator hovering mid-air looked down with cold indifference, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes. "A mere Foundation Establishment ant dares to challenge a Golden Core elder? Overestimating your capabilities." The young man wiped the blood from his lips, his gaze blazing with unyielding defiance. "So what if you're at Golden Core? I, Lin Moyu, would rather die standing than live kneeling!" "Hah, reckless fool!" The white-robed cultivator snorted coldly, flicking his sleeve. A surge of terrifying pressure descended like a mountain, causing the surrounding air to distort violently. Boom—! The ground beneath Lin Moyu’s feet shattered instantly, his legs sinking deep into the earth. Cracks spread out like a spiderweb, each 1 a testament to the overwhelming force crushing him. "Kneel!" The white-robed cultivator’s voice thundered, resonating with spiritual power that seemed to shake the very heavens. "Cough... cough..." Fresh blood gushed from Lin Moyu’s mouth, but his back remained ramrod straight. "In this lifetime... I only kneel to heaven, earth, and my parents... You are... unworthy!" "Seeking death!" A flash of fury crossed the white-robed cultivator’s eyes. He formed a hand seal, and a dazzling golden light gathered at his fingertips, condensing into a massive golden palm print that blotted out the sky. "Since you wish to die, I’ll grant your wish!" The golden palm print descended slowly, its immense pressure causing the surrounding space to warp. Every inch it fell intensified the destructive aura, as if it could crush everything into dust. Lin Moyu looked up at the colossal palm seal covering the sky, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. Was this... really the end? Memories flashed through his mind—the day he crossed into this world full of anticipation, the joy of obtaining the legacy of the Heavenly Star Codex, the vows made with his companions... All of it was about to vanish into nothingness. No! A fierce light suddenly ignited in his eyes! He still had unfinished business! The mystery of his transmigration remained unsolved, the enemies who annihilated his sect still lived, and the promise to that green-robed figure remained unfulfilled! How could he... die here?! "Ahhh—!" Lin Moyu threw his head back and roared, all the spiritual power in his dantian erupting violently. The cracked longsword in his hand shattered completely, transforming into specks of starlight that surged into his body. At that moment, a mysterious power awakened deep within his soul. A ancient and obscure voice echoed in his mind, as if crossing through endless time and space: "The stars shall fall, the heavens shall turn... The successor of the Heavenly Star, you have finally... awakened..." A dazzling silver light burst from Lin Moyu’s body, instantly dispelling the crushing pressure around him. Silver patterns began to swirl across his skin, ethereal and mysterious, as if inscribed with the profound truths of the cosmos. "What?!" The white-robed cultivator’s face changed dramatically, his eyes wide with disbelief. "This... this is the power of the Heavenly Stars! Impossible! How could a mere Foundation Establishment ant possess such power?!" Lin Moyu slowly rose, his eyes now completely silver, devoid of any emotion. He lifted his hand and pointed lightly at the sky. "Break." A single word fell. The massive golden palm print froze mid-air, then shattered inch by inch, dissolving into nothingness like a collapsing mountain. "How... how is this possible?!" The white-robed cultivator staggered back, face full of horror. "You... just what are you?!" Lin Moyu did not answer. The silver patterns on his body grew brighter, the aura around him skyrocketing at an alarming rate—Foundation Establishment middle stage... Foundation Establishment late stage... Foundation Establishment perfection... Boom! A deafening blast echoed as Lin Moyu’s cultivation broke through all barriers, stepping directly into the Golden Core stage! Silver light swirled around him, condensing into a brand-new golden core within his dantian. But unlike ordinary golden cores, this 1 was etched with mysterious silver stellar patterns, faintly resonating with the stars in the distant sky. "Golden Core... stage?!" The white-robed cultivator was utterly shocked, his voice trembling. "Impossible! Breaking through to Golden Core in an instant... This defies the natural order!" Lin Moyu slowly lifted his head, his silver eyes locking onto the white-robed cultivator. "Thanks to you, I have awakened the power of the Heavenly Stars hidden within my bloodline." He raised his hand, and silver starlight gathered at his fingertips, coalescing into a longsword woven from starlight. "Now... it’s my turn." The starlight longsword in his hand swept out, a silver arc cutting through the air like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, beautiful yet deadly. "No—!" The white-robed cultivator’s face contorted in terror as he frantically summoned all his spiritual power to form a golden barrier before him. But it was utterly useless. The silver sword light passed straight through the barrier as if it weren’t there, cleanly slicing through the white-robed cultivator’s body. "You... you..." The white-robed cultivator stared wide-eyed, his face a mask of disbelief. Then, his body slowly split in 2, crumbling into motes of light that vanished into the air. Lin Moyu stood in place, the silver light in his eyes gradually fading. He looked at his hands, a complex expression crossing his face. "Heavenly Stars... just what kind of power is this?" He shook his head, no longer dwelling on it. Right now, he needed to leave this place quickly. The battle just now had surely attracted other powerful cultivators. After collecting the white-robed cultivator’ storage pouch, Lin Moyu formed a hand seal and vanished from the spot in a flash of silver light. Not long after he left, several figures descended on the battlefield. "Such terrifying energy fluctuations... At least at the Golden Core stage!" "Look at these marks... it seems someone broke through to Golden Core here!" "Breaking through to Golden Core in the wilderness? How bold!" The newcomers exchanged glances, their eyes filled with gravity. Meanwhile, Lin Moyu had already arrived several dozen miles away. Finding a hidden cave, he set up concealment formations and began to carefully examine the changes within his body. That golden core etched with stellar patterns was slowly rotating, continuously drawing energy from the surrounding world. What shocked him even more was that this golden core seemed to resonate with the distant stars, absorbing a unique power from them. "Is this... the power of the stars?" Lin Moyu murmured to himself, a flicker of excitement in his eyes. He knew that from today onward, his path of cultivation would be completely different. But at that moment, a sharp pain suddenly erupted in his mind. A flood of unfamiliar memories surged into his consciousness—fragments of battles, cultivation methods, and images of unfamiliar worlds... "Ah!" Lin Moyu clutched his head, his face contorted in agony. These memories were like sharp blades, ruthlessly tearing through his mind. After what felt like an eternity, the pain gradually subsided. Lin Moyu gasped for breath, his clothes soaked with cold sweat. "So that’s how it is..." He murmured, a trace of newfound understanding in his eyes. These memories belonged to the previous successor of the Heavenly Stars, a powerful cultivator who had fallen in a great war 10 1000 years ago. And now, he had inherited not only this power but also those memories and... unfinished grudges. "I see... the destruction of the Heavenly Star Sect back then was no accident..." Lin Moyu’s eyes gleamed with a cold light. "Since I’ve inherited this power, I will naturally take on this cause." He took a deep breath, calming the turmoil within. Right now, he was still too weak. To investigate the truth behind the destruction of the Heavenly Star Sect, he needed to become stronger. "First, I need to fully master this power of the stars." Lin Moyu closed his eyes, beginning to carefully study the cultivation methods within those memories. Time passed slowly, and when Lin Moyu opened his eyes again, 3 days had gone by. A faint silver glow shimmered in the depths of his eyes, then gradually faded. He had initially mastered the most basic method of stellar power cultivation—the Heavenly Star Codex. "This cultivation method is truly extraordinary." Lin Moyu sensed the spiritual power flowing within his body, now tinged with a faint silver hue, and couldn’t help but marvel in admiration. This stellar power was far more potent than ordinary spiritual energy. Not only was it incredibly sharp, but it also possessed mysterious properties he couldn’t yet fully comprehend. Standing up, Lin Moyu dispersed the concealment formations and walked out of the cave. The sunlight was somewhat glaring. He shielded his eyes with his hand, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "The world of cultivation... I’m finally going to truly set foot in it." He knew that from this day forward, his path would be fraught with even more danger, but also... even more excitement. Just as he was about to leave, his expression suddenly shifted, and he swiftly hid behind a large rock. Not far away, several figures were approaching quickly. From their attire, they were disciples of a nearby sect. "Senior Brother Zhang, are you sure that kid is around here?" "I’m sure of it! I clearly sensed unusual energy fluctuations here 3 days ago!" "Tch, what’s so special about a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator? We’ve been searching for 3 days!" "You fool! If he’s nothing special, why would the sect issue a pursuit order? I heard... he’s related to the Heavenly Star Codex!" "What?! The legendary Heavenly Star Codex?!" Hearing this, Lin Moyu’s heart skipped a beat. The Heavenly Star Codex... wasn’t that the cultivation method he had just practiced? How did these people know about it?

In an instant, chaotic energy surged across the 8 directions, and the Heaven Prison Flame Lord spat blood as he was sent flying backward. Astonishingly, he had been severely wounded in a single strike. "This is bad."

Tianyu Yanjun leveraged the momentum to retreat backward, his heart sinking like a stone. Though the opponent had seized the advantage through a surprise attack, the fact that a single strike could inflict such severe injuries proved their combat prowess had already surpassed his own.

"An Earth Immortal beyond the eighth level, and 1 who has opened the Eighth Heaven at that?" In the fleeting instant between lightning flash and flint spark, Heaven's Prison Flame Lord gazed at the newcomer, his face etched with utter astonishment.

Seizing the moment of his opponent's stunned hesitation, Eldrin descended with overwhelming momentum. Gripping the Profound Sun Heaven-Severing Saber, he cleaved downward with devastating force. A blade aura of primordial chaos split the vast heavens and earth, striking directly toward the forehead of the Blaze Monarch of Celestial Prison.