Chapter 1691 : Northern Martial Continent

With these 9 Primordial Artifacts, Eldrin prepared to gather the power of the 5 Celestial Domains, attempting to set up a super formation to forge the 3 Primordial Foundations—and seize the opportunity to accomplish 1 more task.

With the 5 realms now subdued, this is the perfect opportunity to deploy the formation.

Once this formation is successfully laid out, it may be possible to attempt condensing the Primordial Chaos Flawless Dao Fruit.

Since the opportunity had arrived, Eldrin did not hesitate. He immediately summoned countless low-level immortals from the Immortal Alliance to begin setting up the formation, while the higher-ups of various major factions seized this chance to digest the gains from this battle.

Just as the Abyssal Immortal Alliance was bustling with activity, deep within the endless void of dimensions, in a vast and boundless cosmos, 2 graceful figures—1 in azure, 1 in white—strolled along the lakeshore.

The maiden in blue robes was fair of face, possessing merely superior looks, yet the woman in white was elegantly beautiful—a peerless beauty rarely seen in the mortal realm.

They walked along the lakeside, yet abruptly halted their steps.

"Miss, there's someone here."

The maiden in cyan robes spoke up, pointing toward the heart of the lake.

The woman in the white dress shifted her gaze, noticing a figure lying by the lakeside, drenched in blood.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward and turned the figure over.

"What a handsome man."

The young maiden in cyan spoke up, her expression tinged with surprise as she said.

The young maiden in the white dress wore a grave expression, her voice tinged with concern as she spoke, "In recent years, the balance between heaven and earth has grown increasingly chaotic. We now find ourselves in turbulent times, and this stranger's origins remain shrouded in mystery. There's no telling whether his intentions are benevolent or malign."

As she spoke, the woman in the white dress took a careful look at the man, noticing his tattered armor and his head full of jet-black hair.

His features were handsome and resolute, the very picture of a dashing man, yet now he appeared pale and frail, possessing an unconventional beauty that made her pause for a fleeting moment.

She had no wish to meddle, but seeing the man’s weakened state, the woman in the white dress felt an inexplicable softness in her heart. Without hesitation, she said, “Judging by his attire, he must surely be a general.”

"Very well, since our paths have crossed, it must be fate."

"Heaven has a virtue of cherishing life, let's take him back with us."

Slay them—

The next day, Chen Xianzhu jolted awake from a nightmare, his hand gripping the headboard with boundless killing intent.

Snapping back to reality, he noticed 2 women by his side, a flicker of murderous intent gleaming in their eyes.

Yet in the next instant, he dismissed the killing intent. The 2 women before him emitted feeble auras, as if they had never set foot on the path of cultivation. They could not possibly be his pursuers.

At this thought, Chen Xianzhu reined in his killing intent and asked weakly, "Was it you 2 who saved me?"

"Goodness, how terrifying..."

The young maiden in cyan robes was deathly pale, taking a long moment to regain her composure. With a troubled expression, she finally spoke, "Our young mistress saved your life. How could you be so ungrateful?"

Yan'er.

The woman in the white dress interrupted, shaking her head as she spoke, "It's only natural for the General to be wary when suddenly finding himself in an unfamiliar place."

Chen Xianzhu’s face flushed slightly. For a million years, he had devoted himself entirely to comprehend the Buddhist teachings, spending his whole life subduing demons and vanquishing evil. When it came to killing, he showed no hesitation—but in matters of interaction between men and women, he understood nothing at all.

So he could only endure his injuries and spoke with a somewhat pale face, "I have been hunted down these past days, hence my caution. I hope you can understand, miss."

At this point, Chen Xianzhu contemplated for a moment before saying, "I am Chen Xianzhu. May I ask how I should address the 2 of you?"

The woman in the white dress softened her expression before speaking. "I am Bai Susu. You may call me Susu. This is my maid, Yan'er."

At this point, Bai Susu inquired further about Chen Xianzhu's circumstances.

Chen Xianzhu simply made up an excuse to brush it off. Bai Susu was an ordinary mortal without any cultivation, possessing neither a spiritual root nor the aptitude for cultivation. He had no idea how to explain things to such a person.

After all, he couldn’t very well say, “I am an Immortal of the Great Unity Realm, pursued by dozens of peerless immortals, and in my desperate flight, I ended up grievously wounded and stranded here.”

After a brief exchange, Chen Xianzhu settled into Bai Susu's mountain villa.

Through their conversation, Chen Xianzhu learned that this realm was nameless, consisting of 4 continents. The land where he currently found himself was called Northern Martial Continent, spanning merely tens of thousands of miles in size.

In the Northern Martial Continent, it was said that martial arts reigned supreme. There were Postnatal Warriors, Innate Grandmasters, and even Divine Ability Venerables. Moreover, as early as hundreds of millions of years ago, legends spoke of Celestial Beings and even Martial Emperors in this realm.

Through Bai Susu's description, Chen Xianzhu discovered that the physical strength of Houtian martial artists in this realm barely reached 1,000 jin, while the cultivation of Xiantian masters was roughly at the level of Qi Refinement, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm).

The Divine Ability Venerable was the paramount figure of the Northern Martial Continent. Although Bai Susu hailed from a martial arts lineage, she had never laid eyes upon such an exalted being.

However, according to Chen Xianzhu's estimation, this Northern Martial Continent spanned merely several tens of thousands of miles, and the combat prowess of the Divine Ability Venerables it could sustain would at most be comparable to the Foundation Establishment stage.

The Realm of Minutiae.

3 days later, Chen Xianzhu stood in the courtyard, sensing the primordial qi between heaven and earth, and couldn't help but sigh.

After waking for several days, he could already faintly sense the vital energy between heaven and earth.

He discovered that the spiritual energy concentration in this realm was almost 0, approaching the level of a near-end-of-law era.

In such an environment between heaven and earth, it was nearly impossible for cultivators to embark on the path of cultivation—even breaking through the Qi Refining stage was out of the question.

This caused Chen Xianzhu’s brow to furrow slightly, stirring a trace of worry in his heart.

He could distinctly sense his own condition—his body was now riddled with fissures, the spiritual power within his dantian and meridians completely depleted. Moreover, countless strands of innate Dao principles relentlessly corroded his flesh, rendering him incapable of healing his wounds.

Even in the Earth Immortal Realm, the primordial essence had been severely depleted, eroded and isolated by the Elders of the Celestial Xuan Ancient Sect through the Soul-Devouring Curse of the Fallen Immortals.

However, this was not the end of it. His Great Vajra Deva Body was exceptionally powerful, and his foundation of 3 Taiyi realms was more than sufficient to withstand the erosion of such innate Dao principles.

If he were in the Celestial Realm, he could continuously absorb immortal spiritual energy. Once he accumulated even a small amount, he would be able to forcibly open his Earth Immortal World. By then, retrieving the Innate Spiritual Water would naturally restore his injuries and dissolve the foreign energy.

Yet in this world, he could barely absorb a single wisp of spiritual energy. His Primordial Immortal Body and Dao Fruit were both corroded by the innate Dao principles and the Immortal-Slaying Curse. Merely preserving his own life was an immense struggle, leaving him with scarcely any power to wield.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was nearly depleted, ushering in the Age of Dharma Decline.

"It seems this world is nearing its final hour of destruction."

Chen Xianzhu gazed at the heavens, and after repeated observations, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief.

If this world were to perish, he could then absorb a wisp of origin force. Though this origin force was minuscule, it would be enough to help him extract the Innate Spiritual Water and restore a portion of his injuries.

At this thought, Chen Xianzhu gazed beyond the courtyard, his mind involuntarily conjuring the image of a figure in a white dress. His thoughts grew solemn and still.

He had lived for a million years in this life, long accustomed to the cycles of life and death. Realms like the Tianwu Continent were nothing more than nameless minor worlds, countless as grains of sand across the dimensional void.

At every moment, such worlds are born, yet at every moment, countless worlds of this kind meet their destruction.

To him, the birth and destruction of the vast cosmos meant nothing—it could even be called utterly insignificant.

But over the past few days, having been cared for by Bai Susu (Person Name), he could not bear to see her perish in the cataclysmic annihilation.

Yet in the next instant, he shook his head again and smiled bitterly. "A mortal's life spans but a mere 100 years. Perhaps by the time she grows old, she may never live to witness the world's destruction."

"It was my overthinking."