Chapter 952 : Journey with the Lord of the Daogong

Eldrin said, handing the formulas for the Yin-Yang Ginseng of Mystical Elucidation Pill and the Yin-Yang Primordial Void Pill to the Palace Lord.

The Lord of the Dao Palace took the pill formula, and after a moment, exclaimed in delight, "Your ingenuity truly shakes the heavens and earth, Fellow Daoist. To have created such a miraculous pill formula—your alchemy skills must far surpass this old man's."

"You flatter me, Senior."

Eldrin shook his head, then gazed at the crowd and said, "To nurture over a dozen Primordial Spirit, Late Stage cultivators simultaneously—this is a feat beyond the reach of any single Dao Lord's sacred ground."

"I hope everyone can unite and contribute their share to our Violet Realm."

Seeing Eldrin say this, the Master of the Star Palace was the first to respond, immediately declaring, "In such a monumental undertaking, our Star Palace naturally bears an unshirkable responsibility."

"We offer 5 Sunyang Fruits, 7 Sunyang Spirit Creatures, plus the premium Sunyang spiritual treasure 'Stellar Convergence Disc' to aid your cultivation."

Hearing this, a faint glimmer stirred in everyone's eyes, for they naturally understood the reason behind the Star Palace Lord's unusual initiative.

To activate the Great Dipper Array, Eldrin cultivated 6 early to mid-stage Nascent Soul Dao Lords from the Star Palace. For the Star Palace Master, this was an opportunity he had long coveted, and he naturally threw himself into the endeavor with utmost enthusiasm.

Seeing that the Star Palace Master was the first to set an example, the remaining owners of the 7 Treasures Gourd naturally did not hold back, each contributing at least 1 Pure Yang spiritual object.

The other Dao Lords were not quite as generous, but they each contributed a sum of Heavenly Crystal (Spiritual Object). Though the amount was not substantial, it served to cover the supplementary ingredients.

The Master of the Dao Palace accepted the alchemical formula and various spiritual materials, then smiled wryly, "This would require refining a dozen or so batches of Pure Yang Elixirs. It seems within these 1000 years, these old bones of mine shall know no rest."

The extraplanetary demon god did not intervene in this battle, yet to err on the side of caution, the group did not depart immediately.

Only after 30 years had passed and Tianhen had fully recovered to his peak condition did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The Master of the Dao Palace swept his gaze over the assembled crowd and said with a faint smile, "The Heavenly Scar has been restored. The Outer Realm Demons can no longer breach it. It seems this tribulation has passed."

"In that case, I shall not detain you further."

At this point, the master of the Dao Palace looked at Eldrin and said, "Within our sacred Dao Palace grounds, 9 immortal tomes have been passed down through generations by our predecessors."

"However, the Immortal Scripture serves as the foundational legacy of our sect and must not leave the confines of our Dao Palace Sanctuary. Should you wish to peruse the scriptures, Fellow Daoist, you are welcome to visit our Dao Palace Sanctuary."

Eldrin did not answer immediately, instead turning his gaze toward the others.

The remaining immortal lineages also cupped their hands upon witnessing this and said, "Should you wish to study our immortal scriptures, Fellow Daoist, our gates are always open to you."

"Then I thank you." Eldrin nodded slightly and immediately cupped his hands in salute. "Since matters here are settled, I shall accompany the senior from the Dao Palace."

After bidding farewell to the crowd, Eldrin did not linger either, setting off directly toward the Dao Palace Holy Land.

Along the way, Eldrin spoke with exceptional courtesy to the Palace Master, saying, "I must express my gratitude for your assistance today. Had you not taken the lead in stating your position, they might not have agreed so readily."

"You need not thank me—it is we who should be thanking you!"

The Master of the Dao Palace shook his head and spoke unexpectedly.

Eldrin was momentarily taken aback, a flicker of bewilderment crossing his features. Just then, the voice of the Palace Master resonated, "Had you not slain the second primordial spirit of the demonic god, we would have been drained to our last embers by now."

"The second primordial spirit of that Infernal Deity has broken through the formation. The Outer Realm Infernal Deity will not refrain from taking action, and the various Daojuns of the Violet Realm will be unable to withstand this cataclysm."

"By then, the Dao Lords of the Violet Realm would be decimated, and within 10 years, they would face complete annihilation—not a single soul would survive."

At this point, the master of the Dao Palace smiled wryly and said, "By that reasoning, whether it be this old man or all the Dao Lords present, our lives were all saved by you."

"You flatter me, Senior."

Eldrin shook his head and said with respectful disagreement, "Had you not set up the grand formation to trap the Second Demon God for 2,000 years, the Violet Realm would have long been destroyed. How could I claim you haven't saved my life as well?"

"Be that as it may, you must understand that the 8 Trigrams Immortal Refining Formation I have laid down comprehends the will of Heaven. In truth, it embodies the celestial design ordained by the cosmic will of the Purple Heaven."

The Lord of the Dao Palace shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Even without this old man, someone else would have taken up this task."

"And you are different..."

The Palace Master paused, his expression turning grave as he continued, "A talent as extraordinary as yours, 1 that astounds the ages, could never have been nurtured by the fortune of the Purple Realm alone."

"You are not the Child of Tribulation from the Violet Realm. Perhaps, to the Violet Realm, you are an anomaly beyond even the tribulation itself."

The Master of the Dao Palace spoke with measured grace, yet an undertone of solemnity inevitably colored his words.

Eldrin's talent was so extraordinary it could startle immortals, bearing the bearing of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Such brilliance could never be nurtured by the fortune of a single realm alone.

Upon careful reflection, this outcome was to be expected. Within the chaos of myriad heavens, the number of immortal realms alone exceeds 3 1000.

Worlds like the Violet Realm were as countless as the stars in the sky, their numbers far exceeding tens of billions.

In this boundless chaotic cosmos, the number of Great Luo Golden Immortals is finite—they are beings worshiped by hundreds of millions of immortals even in the celestial realm.

Within a celestial realm vaster than the cosmos itself, even across hundreds of millions of ancient epochs, a Great Luo Golden Immortal (Cultivation Realm) might never come into being.

If a mere mortal realm could rely on the power of fortune to nurture a seed of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, then Great Luo Golden Immortals would not be so exceedingly rare.

Speaking of Eldrin’s innate talent, the Lord of the Dao Palace remarked with deep emotion, “You still don’t realize just how extraordinary you are.”

"You have forged a peerless Primordial Chaos power. While I won't claim you'll attain the Golden Immortal of the Great Luo, you'll most likely break through to the Celestial Immortal realm."

For millions of years in the Violet Realm, nearly 2 100 cultivators have ascended to immortality. Aside from the legendary Violet Immortal Lord, only 3 have ever broken through to the Earth Immortal realm, while not a single existence has ever reached the Heaven Immortal stage.

"The mere fact that you have the potential to break through to the Celestial Immortal realm is enough to elevate you above over a 100 immortal predecessors across the ages."

The Master of the Dao Palace spoke with measured grace, and after a long while, he sighed once more. "Compared to 1 such as you, who can utterly quell the tribulations, beings like us—whether half-immortals or even Primordial Spirit Dao Lords—are ultimately of little consequence."

As long as the Will of the Violet Realm is willing and does not hesitate to deplete the foundation accumulated over countless years, it can forcibly nurture new Demigod Ancestors (Cultivation Realm) through the guidance of Heavenly Fate opportunities.

At this point, the Lord of the Daogong felt a sigh in his heart, along with a sense of bewilderment.

Hearing this, Eldrin (Person Name) could not help but feel a trace of melancholy, though in truth, he had long anticipated this outcome.

The will of the Violet Realm possessed sentience and would show favor to certain exceptional cultivators—this had always been anticipated.

Whenever a Nascent Soul Dao Lord successfully advances, they are invariably guided by the subtle workings of Providence to obtain a pure Yang spiritual treasure within 1 1000 years.

Upon careful reflection, if the will of heaven and earth sought to complete the number of quasi-immortals, it could naturally guide cultivators to opportunities, even bestowing upon them a thread of enlightenment in the unseen currents of fate.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled through the mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. Li Ming tightened his worn deerskin robe, his breath misting in the frigid air. His fingers, numb and cracked, traced the intricate carvings on the ancient jade slip clutched in his palm. "Just 1 more step," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the wind's mournful cry. "1 more breakthrough in the 9 Revolutions Nirvana Art, and I can finally leave this damned place." He had been trapped at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage for 30 long years. 30 years of relentless cultivation, of swallowing countless inferior Spirit Gathering Pills, of meditating until his bones ached and his meridians burned. All for this moment. Closing his eyes, he focused his spiritual sense inward, guiding the turbulent spiritual energy through the 108 major acupoints. The energy swirled and churned, a miniature typhoon contained within his dantian. He could feel the barriers—the invisible walls that had thwarted him for decades—beginning to strain and crack. Suddenly, a brilliant, searing pain erupted from the jade slip. It grew hot, unbearably so, as if it had been thrust into the heart of a forge. Cracks spread across its surface like spiderwebs, glowing with an eerie crimson light. "What... what is this?" Li Ming's eyes snapped open, wide with shock and confusion. This was no ordinary jade slip. It was a legacy artifact, passed down through generations of his family, said to contain a supreme cultivation method. But it had always been inert, unresponsive to any amount of spiritual energy he poured into it. Until now. The crimson light intensified, pouring from the cracks and enveloping him in a blinding radiance. The world around him—the jagged mountain peaks, the leaden sky, the howling wind—dissolved into nothingness. He felt a sensation of being torn apart, atom by atom, and then violently reassembled. When his vision cleared, he was no longer in the frozen mountain pass. He stood in a vast, silent hall constructed of some unknown black stone. The air was thick with ancient, primordial spiritual energy, so dense it felt like liquid, seeping into his pores and soothing his strained meridians. In the center of the hall, floating mid-air, was a single, pulsating character etched in fire: "Eldrin." The name echoed in his mind, not as a sound, but as a fundamental truth, a brand upon his very soul. A voice, ancient and resonant, devoid of any discernible source, filled the hall. "The bloodline of Eldrin has awakened. The legacy of the Chaos Heaven Scriptures is yours to claim, inheritor." Li Ming's heart hammered against his ribs. The Chaos Heaven Scriptures! He had heard whispers of such a thing in the most obscure and forbidden texts of the cultivation world—a legendary art that defied the heavens themselves, lost to the sands of time for hundreds of millions of years. Before he could process this, a torrent of information flooded his mind. Esoteric formulas, profound insights into the Dao, techniques for manipulating spiritual energy that defied all conventional wisdom. It was overwhelming, terrifying, and utterly intoxicating. As the last of the knowledge settled within his consciousness, the voice spoke again, its tone now carrying a grave warning. "The path of Chaos is 1 of defiance. You will be hunted by men and cursed by heaven. Each breakthrough will invite a Heavenly Tribulation 10 times more powerful than the last. To falter is to know oblivion. Do you accept this legacy?" Li Ming did not hesitate. 30 years of stagnation, of being mocked as a wasted talent, of watching his peers surpass him—it had forged a resolve as hard as diamond within him. Oblivion? He had been living it. "I accept." The moment the words left his lips, the black hall vanished. He found himself back in the mountain pass, but the world was different. He could see the flow of spiritual energy in the air, the latent power in the rocks beneath his feet. He felt stronger, sharper, reborn. He glanced at his hand. The jade slip was gone, dissolved into motes of light. In its place, a strange, circular mark had appeared on his wrist, resembling a simplified, swirling galaxy. A cruel smile touched his lips. The Li Clan, the so-called geniuses who had exiled him, the elders who had written him off... they had no idea what was coming. He took a step forward, his tattered robe flapping in the wind. The journey of a 1000 miles began with a single step. His, however, would be a journey to shake the very foundations of the world. "Let the hunt begin."