Chapter 887 : Oath of Samsara

"What of the heavenly tribulation?"

The black dragon, however, remained utterly composed, merely gazing calmly at the Lord of the Endless Sky Pavilion before suddenly asking, "Do you know how many years it has been since I, this venerable 1, broke through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

"Approximately..." The master of the Endless Skies Pavilion calculated with his fingers before speaking, "It has been about 30-6 1000 years."

"Yes, it has been 30-6 1000 years."

The Black Dragon whispered, then suddenly burst into roaring laughter. "30-6 1000 years! It has been 30-6 1000 years!"

"For these past 30-6 1000 years, this venerable 1 has been trapped within the vast marshlands, trembling with fear day and night, terrified of provoking the Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) and suffering calamity."

At this point, tears shimmered in the Black Dragon Demonic Ancestor's eyes, accompanied by overwhelming hatred: "Even now that I have reached the peak of the ninth-level Nascent Soul realm, standing at the absolute zenith of Nascent Soul cultivators in this world—"

Yet he remained unable to fully unleash his prowess, confined day after day within the vast misty marshes, not daring to overstep even slightly.

"In the eyes of you humans, I am but a mere insect. Were it not for my usefulness in resisting the Eldritch Demons from Beyond, you would have slain me long ago!"

The Black Dragon Demonic Ancestor spoke with immense fervor, his face twisted into a savage snarl as he declared, “But do you not know that I am no mere worm—I am the 9 Heavens True Dragon?”

"Hahaha..."

The Black Dragon Demon Ancestor grew increasingly agitated, letting out a maniacal laugh of utter delirium.

30-6 1000 years of painstaking cultivation, 30-6 1000 years of silent endurance—until this very moment, Hei Long Yao Zu (Demon Ancestor) had finally seized the perfect opportunity.

His gaze was fixed deathly upon the Master of the Heavenly Horizon Pavilion, a look of utter madness spreading across his face as he declared, "I am the 9 Heavens True Dragon, who has willingly remained trapped in these shallow marshes for tens of thousands of years, all for the sake of ascending to immortality in the days to come!"

"On this path, all who dare obstruct my Dao shall perish!"

The Black Dragon Demon Ancestor wore a frenzied expression. With the human Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm)’s fate unknown, and only 1 Ninth-Level Primordial Spirit expert remaining before him, he had become virtually invincible in this realm.

At this very moment, the heartfelt words he had suppressed for tens of thousands of years finally poured forth, bringing with them an indescribable sense of liberation.

"Alas!"

The Lord of the Skyreach Pavilion let out a sigh, gazing at the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor as he asked, "In the past, our human Demi-immortal forced you to swear a Cycle Reincarnation Oath, binding you to stand with humanity against the Heavenly Demons."

"Doing this today, do you truly not fear the torment of reincarnation in the days to come?"

At this moment, the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion was deeply perplexed.

For cultivators above the Nascent Soul realm, even if they fall completely in battle and enter the cycle of reincarnation, they can seal away their memories. Should they manifest again in the future, they may reclaim the memories of their past.

However, once 1 violates the Great Oath of Reincarnation, even upon entering the Netherworld, they will be rejected by the unseen laws of samsara, forever losing the possibility of reincarnation.

The Black Dragon Ancestor's actions had already violated the Great Oath of Reincarnation, essentially setting him on an irreversible path of no return. This left the master of Tianya Haige utterly perplexed.

Cycle of Reincarnation Great Oath!

Listening to the words of the Celestial Horizon Pavilion's master, the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor's expression faltered for a moment before revealing unwavering determination.

His face was a mask of overwhelming killing intent as he declared with unshakable resolve, "This Sovereign believes not in reincarnation, much less in an afterlife!"

"I believe only in this present life. In this lifetime, I vow to achieve immortality. Should I fail to ascend, what does it matter if my soul scatters to dust?"

The Lord of the Endless Sky Pavilion was somewhat astonished, unable to help but regard the Black Dragon with newfound respect. "It seems our human predecessors truly underestimated you," he remarked.

"Has any of your human race ever looked upon this venerable 1 with respect?"

The Black Dragon Demon Ancestor sneered coldly as he drew an immortal sword forged from black scales. "This blade is named the Scale-Reversed Immortal-Slaying Sword (Magic Treasure). To die by this sword is an honor worthy of your lifetime."

"Be my guest!"

The master of the Edgewater Pavilion spoke, and a dazzling sword cry rang out as the Edge of Heaven and End of Earth twin swords crisscrossed through the void.

In that fleeting instant of lightning and spark, an unimaginable battle erupted with earth-shattering force.

In the Sea of Demon Gods, the moment the grand formation shattered, a great battle erupted.

Eldrin took the lead, unleashing the Heaven-Sundering Twin Swords to dominate the battlefield in an instant as he charged toward the Lord of Desire Demons.

Among the 2 Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) Heavenly Demons, the Lord of Desire Demons possessed a cultivation base of only the seventh level of Primordial Spirit. He was fairly confident of securing victory.

With the 3-Eyed Divine Clan possessing innate talents and their cultivation reaching the eighth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, Eldrin felt uncertain about his ability to slay them.

As the saying goes, it is better to cut off 1 finger than to injure 10. At this moment, Eldrin intended to swiftly slay the Lord of Desire Demons, a Primordial Spirit, Late Stage cultivator, in order to shatter the deadlock in 1 decisive move.

On the other side, the 3-Eyed Divine Clan warrior proved even more formidable. Neither the Glaze Ice Demon Ancestor nor Dorian (Person Name) could match him alone. Fortunately, when joining forces and coordinating with the Immortal-Refining Furnace (Magic Treasure), they managed to gain a slight upper hand.

"This humble 1 only wishes to spend a spring night with you, young master. Why must you spoil such romantic sentiments?"

The Lord of Desire Demons watched as Eldrin charged toward him, then immediately smiled with enchanting allure and spoke.

No sooner had her words faded than she withdrew, and several corrupted soul cultivators she had tainted surged forward to meet them.

"Hmph—"

The allure of the Desire Demon Sovereign could ensnare even a Nascent Soul Daoist caught off guard, yet it was hardly enough to give Eldrin pause.

In a flash, he transformed into a streak of lightning and shot past, not even bothering with the few Nascent Soul demonic cultivators as he charged straight toward the Desire Demon Lord.

"Young master, how cruel you are!"

The Lord of Desire's expression shifted slightly as he swiftly summoned a pink silk-canopied dais. Within the translucent curtains, her enchanting and graceful figure emerged, radiating allure.

This treasure is named the 'Blissful Soul-Seduction Couch'. It is said to contain the essence of worldly desires from the 6 passions, making it a marvelous artifact for dual cultivation by desire demons, capable of stirring the carnal yearnings of cultivators.

Once, relying on this treasure, this demon lured several Violet Realm Primordial Spirits inside for dual cultivation, causing them to fall into the demonic path.

The Desire Demon entered the tent without making a move, merely cooing in a honeyed voice, "What a handsome young master. For us to clash here would utterly spoil the ambiance. Why not take our contest to the bed instead?"

"Wretched fiend!"

Having suffered from this 6 Desires Demonic Qi in the past, Eldrin flew into a rage the moment he sensed its approach. With a flick of his sleeve, he summoned a 100 million bolts of thunder that crashed down with devastating force.

Hold on, I'll change it now. The Lord of Desire's expression shifted slightly as he hastily summoned a pink silk-canopied dais. His enchantingly graceful figure appeared within the translucent silk curtains.

Once, relying on this treasure, the demon lured several Violet Realm primordial spirits within to engage in dual cultivation, ultimately causing them to fall into the demonic path.

Once the Desire Demon entered the tent, she made no move to attack, merely cooing in a saccharine voice, "What a handsome young master. For us to clash here would utterly spoil the ambiance. Why not settle our contest upon the silken sheets instead?"

"Wretched fiend!"

Having suffered from this 6 Desires Demonic Qi in the past, Eldrin flew into a rage the moment he sensed its approach. With a flick of his sleeve, he summoned hundreds of millions of thunderbolts that crashed down with overwhelming force.

Chapter 1: The Abandoned Disciple Mount Azurepeak's outer gates were shrouded in mist, the morning dew still clinging to ancient pines. Lin Xuan knelt on the cold stone steps, his white robes stained with blood and dirt. The sect's great bell tolled 9 times, each strike echoing through the valley like a death knell. "Lin Xuan," Elder Mingzhen's voice cut through the wind, cold as winter frost. "Your spiritual roots are shattered. From this day forth, you are no longer a disciple of the Azurepeak Sect." The crowd of disciples murmured, some with pity, others with barely concealed scorn. A young man in silver robes stepped forward, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Senior Brother Lin," Shen Feng (Person Name) said mockingly, "how the mighty have fallen. Remember when you could summon the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) with but a thought? Now you can't even gather spiritual energy." Lin Xuan's knuckles turned white, but he remained silent. The System (Golden Finger) in his mind flickered - its interface dimmed but not entirely extinguished. [Host's cultivation base: Destroyed] [Remaining lifespan: 30 days] [Emergency Mission: Find the Lost Cavern of Beginnings] "Take this," Elder Mingzhen tossed a small pouch that clinked as it hit the steps. "1 100 spirit stones. Consider it the sect's final mercy." Lin Xuan pocketed the pouch without counting. 100 spirit stones - enough for a month's food and lodging, but not nearly sufficient to repair shattered meridians. As he turned to leave, a voice whispered in his mind, "North, beyond the Scarlet River. Your destiny awaits." The descent from Mount Azurepeak took 3 days. At the foot of the mountain, Lin Xuan found an abandoned shrine. Moonlight filtered through broken tiles as he counted his resources: 100 spirit stones, a broken storage ring, and the mysterious System that refused to die. Suddenly, the System glowed bright gold. [Detected suitable environment. Initiating reconstruction...] [New Quest: Consume 1,000 spirit stones to activate the Primordial Chaos Codex (Supreme Technique)] Lin Xuan laughed bitterly. "1 1000? I don't even have 1 100." His fingers tightened around the spirit stones. But as moonlight touched the broken statue in the shrine, the stones in his palm began to glow with ethereal light. Chapter 2: The Primordial Chaos Codex The ancient shrine trembled as spirit energy swirled around Lin Xuan. The 100 spirit stones evaporated into mist that seeped into his pores. Agony worse than spiritual root destruction tore through him, but he gritted his teeth. [Primordial Chaos Codex - First Layer: Activated] [Remaining spirit stones: 0] A flood of ancient knowledge filled his mind - cultivation methods lost for millennia. The System interface now glowed with new information: [Host: Lin Xuan] [Cultivation: First Layer of Primordial Chaos Codex] [Techniques: None] [Lifespan: 30 days] Dawn broke as Lin Xuan emerged from the shrine. His body, once broken, now hummed with new energy. The world appeared different - he could see the flow of spiritual energy in leaves and stones. "Hey, trash!" A familiar voice rang out. Shen Feng descended on a flying sword, accompanied by 2 outer sect disciples. "Heard you've been squatting in this dump. The sect wants its spirit stones back." Lin Xuan stood calmly. "The stones were a severance gift." Shen Feng sneered. "A cripple like you doesn't deserve them." He gestured, and his companions drew their swords. But before they could move, Lin Xuan's body blurred. The Primordial Chaos Codex guided his movements - simple, direct, but containing the power of creation itself. He didn't draw a weapon; his palm simply touched each disciple's chest. The 2 disciples crumpled, their cultivation temporarily sealed. Shen Feng's eyes widened. "Impossible! Your spiritual roots were destroyed!" "The heavens always leave a path," Lin Xuan said, echoing the ancient proverb. He picked up 1 of the fallen swords. "Tell the sect that Lin Xuan owes them nothing anymore." As Shen Feng fled, Lin Xuan examined the simple iron sword. It wouldn't compare to the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss he once wielded, but it was a start. The System glowed again. [New Quest: Reach the Second Layer of Primordial Chaos Codex within 25 days] [Required: 10,000 spirit stones or equivalent energy] Lin Xuan gazed toward the northern wastes. Somewhere beyond the Scarlet River, his destiny awaited. And for the first time since his fall, he felt something kindle within his chest - not the brilliant flame of his past glory, but the steady burn of primordial chaos.