Chapter 1006 : Brewing Tea and Discussing Immortality

With Chen Changxuan's assistance, Eldrin personally took action with this wisp of incarnation, setting up a grand formation within the Sea of Flaming Prison to nurture the soul of the Eastern Emperor.

To ensure the successful nurturing of the Eastern Emperor’s divine soul, he did not hesitate to expend a wisp of Postnatal Primordial Purple Energy, infusing it into the Eastern Emperor’s true spirit.

After settling this matter, the Old Uncle asked, "When will you depart?"

"In these coming days."

Eldrin let out a soft sigh before speaking.

At these words, he rose and departed from the Sea of Blazing Flames. Before embarking on this journey, he wished to wander through the Violet Realm once more, leaving behind some foundational legacies to strengthen its essence.

After bidding farewell to Elder Uncle, he traversed the Eastern Wastelands (Location), crossed the boundless Eastern Sea, passed through the Western Extremity's Eternal Sands Domain, and journeyed across the Southern Peaks and Northern Plains.

He journeyed across the lands, meeting fellow Daoists along the way, retracing paths of old and beholding the magnificent rivers and mountains of the Violet Realm.

In the blink of an eye, several 1000 years had passed. Some of Eldrin's (Person Name) former companions had long since passed away in meditation, while others had managed to survive to this very day.

The Snowdrift Palace in the Far North Ice Plains grew ever more prosperous. With 12 Soul Formation Dao Lords and a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) guarding its foundations, it had become 1 of the most formidable powers between heaven and earth.

The Great Roc Demon Sage secluded himself in the Abyssal Depths of the Northern Ming Sea. Having seemingly grasped the path forward amidst the great calamity, he now faintly exuded the bearing of a Primal Chaos Fiendgod.

The Tranquil Spirit Temple, long nestled in the Western Reaches, gradually regained its former glory. The Demon-Subduing Divine Monk, relying on Eldrin's incomplete Arhat Sutra, had cultivated a semi-immortal form. Yet, it remained a pity that the Tribulation-Transcending Divine Monk had not recovered the memories of his past life.

In the Nanhai Cultivation World, Daoist Lihuo established his own sect, bearing the Daoist title of Master of the Violet Flame Divine Palace. His cultivation had already reached the 7th level of the Nascent Soul stage.

Seeing that most of his old friends were safe and well, Eldrin felt a sense of relief settle in his heart. Without disturbing them further, he prepared to journey toward the Eastern Wastelands.

Hmm!

Just as he was passing by the Daoguang Sacred Land, his footsteps faltered slightly, and a faint tremor stirred between his brows.

With a single step, he arrived atop the rear mountains of the Dao Palace Sanctuary.

"Screech—"

Atop the back mountain of the Dao Palace, boundless clouds and mist coiled endlessly.

This was the former retreat of the Tao Palace Master, and 1 of the foremost sacred immortal grounds in the Violet Realm.

In the mountains dwelled a celestial crane, its form elegant and slender, its aura noble and divinely pure, its cultivation having reached the awe-inspiring Soul Formation Realm that commands reverence across the land.

Since the master of the Dao Palace passed away, the immortal crane had sealed off this contingency measure, forbidding any outsiders from entering. Unnoticed by all, over a 1000 years had passed without a single disturbance.

However, on this very day, the back mountain was suddenly pierced by the startled cries of immortal cranes.

It flapped its wings in terror, gazing at the banished immortal before it whose brow was etched with a silver immortal mark, and for once lowered its proud head.

"Young friend Yun Zhongzi, it has been many years. I trust you have been well since we last met."

Eldrin cast a faint glance at the immortal crane, a slight smile gracing his lips.

Yun Zhongzi’s face was etched with terror as he lowered his head and spoke with deference, “Greetings, Immortal. May you enjoy eternal blessings and everlasting ascendance.”

"There is no need for formalities."

Eldrin nodded without another word, continuing to stride forward.

In just a few steps, he reached the summit of the rear mountain and arrived at a cliff edge.

Atop the mountain cliff, a bamboo cottage stood in serene silence, flanked by an ancient tree. Beneath its gnarled branches, a Daoist sat cross-legged, gazing upward at him.

This man was none other than the fallen Lord of the Dao Palace, whose soul had been revived through Eldrin's celestial arts, allowing him to be reborn through tribulation.

"I have seen the Immortal."

The Palace Lord of the Dao Palace immediately rose to his feet and bowed upon seeing Eldrin.

Eldrin waved his sleeve to stop them, shaking his head calmly as he sighed and said, "In my early years, before I attained the Dao, my path was also fraught with hardships. I’ve only reached this point today thanks to the support of countless predecessors."

"Among these esteemed predecessors, aside from Riverlord Chang (Person Name) and the Dao Lord of Vast Righteousness, you are also 1 who has exerted tremendous effort."

"It brings me great comfort that you have recovered the memories of your past life, finally putting my heart at ease."

The Lord of the Dao Palace finally gave a nod, inviting Eldrin to take a seat before personally brewing a pot of tea for him. "Cultivators pursuing the Dao fundamentally require mutual support and assistance."

"In days past, I safeguarded your path of cultivation, and you in turn quelled the cataclysm—did you not also protect all of us in doing so?"

Eldrin did not reply, merely taking a shallow sip of tea.

He pondered briefly before speaking, "Before this farewell, I traversed the Northern Nether Sea, crossed the Western Expanse of Eternal Sands, and have met with our fellow Daoist companions of bygone days."

"I have observed that many fellow Daoists possess profound foundations. Within the next several tens of thousands of years, the Violet Realm will likely produce several more Immortals."

The Lord of the Dao Palace was momentarily taken aback upon hearing this, then gave a slight nod after a brief pause.

In every age of turmoil, heroes rise across the land, giving birth to many extraordinary talents rarely seen in ordinary times.

The Violet Realm had endured a cataclysm spanning 80,000 years. Throughout these millennia, heaven-chosen talents and true dragons emerged in succession, giving birth to far too many peerless heroes.

Eldrin pioneered the fleshly body ascension method recorded in the second volume of the Violet Realm Scriptures, possessing a talent in the path of physical cultivation that could be considered rare even in a span of 1,000,000 years.

Cultivator Jiang ascended by mastering 2 distinct Dao paths. Among the 2 100 immortals recorded throughout the Violet Realm's history, he would undoubtedly rank within the top 10.

The master of Myriad Tribulation Thunder Mountain had deduced the Myriad Tribulation Thunder Scripture in his lifetime. After death, he even sought to defy the heavens by creating a deity—the 'Myriad Tribulation Thunder God'. Such talent and innate brilliance could truly be called rare across the ages.

The Tombkeeper Elder possessed world-shaking cultivation, having simultaneously mastered 3 paths: physical body, laws, and Dao fruits—each elevated to the Demi-Immortal realm. Was he not also a peerless genius rarely seen in 100,000 years?

As for the remaining supreme celestial beasts like the Verdant Azure Dragon and the Primordial Ice Silkworm, were they not also endowed with the potential to become Divine Demons?

Throughout these tens of thousands of years of cataclysm, numerous heroes have risen across the Violet Realm, with far too many prodigies emerging to shake the heavens.

Although the pressure brought by the Great Cataclysm was utterly terrifying, most prodigies had fallen amidst the calamity.

Yet those who survived had been tempered through countless trials, each 1 a peerless genius rarely seen in the world—now possessing the potential to glimpse the realm of ascension.

After much deliberation, the Lord of the Dao Palace could not help but ask, "In your esteemed opinion, Immortal, who among them might ultimately achieve ascension?"

"1 with the potential to attain immortality?"

Eldrin did not answer immediately. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "The Black Tortoise Patriarch of the Eastern Sea will likely attain immortality within a few 1000 years."

The Palace Lord was taken aback by these words, but nodded in agreement moments later.

As 1 of the most ancient existences in the Violet Realm, the Black Tortoise Patriarch had accumulated foundations spanning nearly 2 100 1000 years, with both his magical power and physical body unparalleled beneath the heavens.

However, for tens of thousands of years, he had been hindered by old injuries that prevented him from attaining immortality. Moreover, the Black Tortoise bloodline possessed an exceptionally long lifespan and thus felt no urgency to ascend. As a result, he had never recklessly attempted to breach the realm of immortality.

A few years ago, Eldrin intervened using the principles of immortal cultivation, curing the Ancient Black Tortoise Patriarch of a chronic ailment he had suffered for many years. It seems his ascension to immortality may not be far off.

After speaking of the Black Tortoise Patriarch, Eldrin (Person Name) pointed toward the arctic ice plains and said, "The Primeval Ice Silkworm is a mysterious immortal species from the 'Frigid Immortal Realm,' brought back to the Violet World by ancient immortals. It possesses an ineffable background."

Now He slumbers within the glacier, having accumulated foundations spanning hundreds of thousands of years. Upon His next awakening, He shall instantly ascend to immortality.

As for the origins of the Primordial Ice Silkworm, Eldrin had deduced some clues through his calculations. Yet, unwilling to entangle himself in unnecessary karma, he refrained from elaborating further.

Chapter 1 The scorching sun hung high in the sky, its blazing rays baking the earth until the air itself seemed to ripple with heat. In a secluded corner of the training grounds, a young man dressed in coarse blue robes stood with his eyes closed, his hands forming seals as he regulated his breathing. Strands of spiritual energy, visible only to cultivators, slowly converged around him like fine silk threads, seeping into his body through his pores. Suddenly, his brows furrowed, and the spiritual energy around him scattered abruptly. He opened his eyes, a trace of frustration flashing in their depths. "Still stuck at the third level of Qi Refining..." he murmured softly, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. This youth was named Lin Xuan. He had been a disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect for 3 years. In his previous life, he was an ordinary office worker on Earth who died in a car accident, only to awaken in this world of cultivation. Just as he was lost in thought, a sharp, mocking voice cut through the air: "Hah, isn’t this our ‘genius’ Junior Brother Lin? Still struggling at the third level of Qi Refining after 3 years? If I were you, I’d have long since left the sect to become a mortal." Lin Xuan turned to see a young man in luxurious silk robes approaching, flanked by several followers. The speaker was none other than Zhao Shan, the nephew of the sect’s Law Enforcement Elder. "I don’t need you to worry about my cultivation," Lin Xuan replied coldly, his expression unchanged. Zhao Shan’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of malice passing through them. "Arrogant, aren’t you? Do you really think you’re still the prodigy who directly entered the inner sect back then? Let me tell you—in the world of cultivation, those without talent are nothing but trash!" As he spoke, a powerful aura erupted from him—the pressure of the sixth level of Qi Refining. The disciples nearby instinctively stepped back, their faces paling. Lin Xuan, however, stood his ground, his gaze unwavering. Although his cultivation was inferior, his spiritual sense, honed over 2 lifetimes, was far stronger than that of an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator. Just as the tension peaked, a clear, melodious bell echoed from the summit of the main peak. Zhao Shan’s expression shifted slightly. He snorted coldly and retracted his aura. "Consider yourself lucky today. But remember—the Outer Sect Grand Competition is in 3 months. If you haven’t reached the fifth level of Qi Refining by then, you’ll be expelled from the sect!" With that, he turned and strode away, his followers scrambling after him. Lin Xuan watched their retreating figures, his fists clenching unconsciously. The Outer Sect Grand Competition—this was the rule of the Azure Cloud Sect. Any disciple who failed to reach the fifth level of Qi Refining within 3 years of joining would be expelled. Time was running out. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, sinking his consciousness into his dantian. There, a faint, ancient-looking bronze mirror hovered quietly. This mirror had appeared in his dantian the moment he transmigrated. For 3 years, no matter how he tried, he had been unable to activate it. Yet, it was this very mirror that had protected his spiritual soul during the journey across dimensions, preventing it from dissipating. "Just what secrets do you hold..." Lin Xuan murmured to himself. Suddenly, a tremor ran through the bronze mirror. A ray of faint golden light shot out, followed by a flood of information surging directly into his mind. "Heavenly Dao Treasury Mirror... Reflecting the heavens and earth, encompassing all laws..." Lin Xuan’s eyes snapped open, disbelief and ecstasy flashing across his face. The bronze mirror was actually a supreme treasure from primordial times, capable of deducing and optimizing all cultivation techniques and divine abilities! He immediately focused his mind, channeling a wisp of spiritual energy into the Heavenly Dao Treasury Mirror. In an instant, the mirror lit up, and the Qi Refining Formula he had been practicing began to rapidly evolve and restructure within his consciousness. Countless insights he had never understood before now became crystal clear, as if a veil had been lifted. The surrounding spiritual energy began to churn, swirling toward him like a tidal wave. The bottleneck that had trapped him for over a year shattered in an instant. Fourth level of Qi Refining! Yet, the surge of spiritual energy showed no signs of stopping. Strands of pure spiritual power continued to pour into his body, fortifying his meridians and cleansing his marrow. When everything finally calmed down, Lin Xuan’s cultivation had firmly stabilized at the peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining, just a step away from the fifth level. He opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them. "Zhao Shan, just you wait. 3 months from now, we’ll see who’s truly worthy of staying in the Azure Cloud Sect!"