Chapter 1612 : Azure Sky

Yet in today’s Qingcang Immortal Realm, where sacred groves vie for supremacy and countless races rise to power, with the 3 celestial courts of humanity, demons, and deities dominating all corners, none dare claim absolute dominion over all. Under such circumstances, any who dare lay claim to the Qingcang Sacred Grove would inevitably provoke a united onslaught from every major faction.

Within the Vast Azure Immortal Domain, no single power could suppress all the major grotto-heavens, and thus none dared to claim sovereignty over the Vast Azure Heaven.

Eldrin even suspected that the downfall of the previous Fuyao Grotto-Heaven, which once governed the heavenly order of the Qingcang Immortal Realm, held a certain degree of peculiarity.

To return to our story, Eldrin (Person Name) ascended the Reaching Azure Heaven and, finding no trouble along the way, proceeded directly toward the Soaring Immortal Ruins.

"Is this the Fuyao Immortal Ruins?"

At the heart of Vast Heaven, Eldrin (Person Name) lifted his head, gazing upon the ruins of Soaring Abyss Cavern.

This Floating Immortal Ruin was formed from the Floating Abode, drifting in the endless firmament like a resplendent circular cosmos, yet seemingly shattered into a sieve by some immense force. According to Eldrin (Person Name), ever since the fall of the Floating Abode in ancient times, this celestial realm had been suspended in the heavens.

His location was a place of endless tempests, battered day and night by winds from all directions—the very winds that converged from across the entire Vast Azure Immortal Realm.

The winds from 8 directions swirled and wove through the ravaged grotto-heaven, converging and cycling within the Fuyao Grotto-Heaven. Ultimately, these 8 winds coalesced into a single focal point. Continuously amplified, they forged a terrifying forbidden ground.

"This Floating Abode realm now stood devoid of all living beings, its legacy treasures long plundered by formidable foes."

"Yet this ancient grotto-heaven, which gathers winds from all 8 directions, has been accumulating power through the ages. Even Celestial Immortals would now face the peril of falling should they venture deep into its depths."

Eldrin (Person Name) murmured softly, yet soon ascended the Soaring Immortal Ruins.

The moment Eldrin set foot upon the Soaring Immortal Ruins, several fierce gales surged toward him, nearly sweeping him off his feet. “Whoosh—whoosh—”

Eldrin barely managed to steady himself, his expression tinged with astonishment as he murmured, "Winds of the 4 Directions."

In that very instant, Eldrin simultaneously detected 4 supremely powerful and extraordinary winds.

These 4 extraordinary winds, each imbued with powers of scorching heat, majestic vigor, and bone-chilling cold, swept into Eldrin's physical form. They evoked within him a sensation as though his bones were dissolving, his flesh withering, and his very soul being scattered by their force.

"The blaze of the scorching wind, the murk of the raging wind, the fury of the fierce wind, the bite of the bitter wind."

"With 4 such rare winds converging here, it truly lives up to its reputation as the former site of a blessed paradise."

Eldrin (Person Name) spoke slowly, his face revealing an expression of utmost solemnity. As the saying goes, heaven and earth possess 8 winds—8 distinct forms of wind originating from the 8 directions of the cosmos.

The so-called 8 Winds divide the world into 8 directions: the northeast is called the Blazing Wind, the east is known as the Surging Wind, the southeast as the Balmy Wind, the south as the Colossal Wind, the southwest as the Bitter Wind, the west as the Howling Wind, the northwest as the Ruthless Wind, and the north as the Frigid Wind.

Eldrin had cultivated to this day, and the Zephyrwind Divine Peaks he had witnessed were formed by the convergence of the Vernal Wind among the 8 winds, possessing the wondrous ability to erode bones and dissolve souls.

Later, while cultivating in the Whistling Wind Valley, the gales he trained with were none other than the winds of the Western Extremity—the Liū Wind.

Thus, the 8 rare winds from all corners of the world, each possessing its own profound mystery, converged into 1 at this very moment—truly a miracle seldom witnessed throughout the ages.

"Only the unique location of Fuyao Grotto-Heaven, combined with the profound mysteries of a supreme-grade grotto-heaven, could ultimately give rise to such a wondrous realm."

Eldrin murmured inwardly, sensing how the 4 extraordinary winds continuously swept over him, tempering his physical body bit by bit and making it grow increasingly powerful. Without hesitation, Eldrin closed his eyes and allowed the power of the Xun Wind to wash over him, seizing the opportunity to cultivate his Primordial Chaos Indestructible Body.

Thus time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, 1 1000 years had passed.

A millennium later, Eldrin slowly opened his eyes. Though he sensed the overwhelming winds raging around him, he found his physical form remained largely unaffected.

"The winds from the 4 directions can no longer exert sufficient pressure upon me."

Eldrin murmured softly under his breath before proceeding deeper into the Fuyao Grotto-Heaven.

As he ventured deeper, the force of the winds from all 8 directions grew increasingly powerful. Before long, Eldrin discovered a convergence point where energies from all 5 directions gathered, and there he resumed his cultivation of the Primordial Chaos Immortal Body.

He was in no hurry to press onward, waiting until the winds from all 5 directions no longer had much effect on him before continuing his advance. Thus time flowed on, and 10 1000 years passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Eldrin (Person Name) opened his eyes once more, sensing the power of his Primordial Immortal Body. A faint flicker of emotion stirred in his gaze.

"1 final step remains."

Eldrin murmured softly under his breath. Currently positioned at the convergence point of 7 mystical winds, he stood where even celestial immortals could not endure for long—yet he remained completely unscathed amidst the piercing gales.

At this stage, Eldrin's Wind Vein Body Tempering method had reached near-perfect completion, leaving only the final step to achieve flawless perfection.

"This final step..."

Eldrin murmured softly, his gaze drifting toward the deepest reaches of the Fuyao Grotto-Heaven.

At the very core of the cavernous realm, the 8-directional winds of the Qingcang Immortal Domain converged into a single point, ultimately undergoing a qualitative transformation. Its ferocity was sufficient to strip an immortal of flesh and blood. When these 8-directional gales swept forth, even an ancient celestial ark would be overturned. Not even a celestial immortal could maintain their footing, swept away like fallen leaves in the tempest.

What was even more terrifying was that the core of the Fuyao Grotto-Heaven was located within a peculiar circular space. With winds from all 8 directions converging from the outside, the gales could only spiral endlessly in place within this confined area.

In other words, if 1 failed to maintain their stance against the 8-Sided Winds here, they would be trapped in an endless whirlwind, spinning perpetually without any chance of return.

It is said that over the course of 10 kalpas, 3 Celestial Immortals had cultivated here, yet only 1 at the late Celestial Immortal stage emerged alive.

The other 2 were trapped there, their flesh and bones eroded and their souls scattered by the relentless winds, ultimately failing to escape.

To leave this place, 1 must harness the winds from all directions, enduring the tempests of the 8 wildernesses without yielding.

"This is my only chance." Eldrin murmured softly, a flicker of emotion stirring in his gaze.

In the next instant, his resolve solidified. With 1 decisive step, he crossed into the heart of Fúyáo Grotto-Heaven.

"Hoo... hoo... hoo—"

The instant Eldrin stepped inside, an overwhelming gale assaulted him, tearing his footing from beneath him.

Beneath the overwhelming force of this supreme mystical wind, Eldrin drifted helplessly, spinning endlessly within the spatial core, utterly incapable of breaking free from the dimensional constraints.

"What a formidable strange wind."

Eldrin murmured inwardly, his gaze darkening slightly. He lifted his head to survey his surroundings, only to find that within the vast expanse around him, there was no point of leverage to stabilize his footing.

He attempted to channel his spiritual power, only to find his supreme Primordial Chaos energy scattering instantly upon release, dispersed by the winds from all directions.

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