Chapter 1710 : Stormy Changes

This curse is the most dreadful of incantations, containing the power of supremely potent Yin-Yang Dao Principles. Once it begins to corrode the flesh, it will progressively erode the very foundation of the enemy's cultivation.

If not expelled, every time Eldrin made a move, it would deplete his cultivation base and primordial essence. That was why he had hastily taken his leave.

If that were all, it might have been bearable. But to unleash the full might of the Yin-Yang Immortal-Slaying Curse, Eldrin pushed his limits beyond 100%, even sacrificing his illusory Dao Fruit in the process.

Thus, Eldrin's cultivation base plummeted to the Single Taiyi Foundation Realm, leaving him likely incapable of battle for the foreseeable future.

Understanding this, Luo Ming paced back and forth for a long while before finally asking, "Since your cultivation has fallen, Fellow Daoist, who can withstand the Solar Golden Crow now?"

Elder Chang Geng, the Sword Master, also turned pale as he spoke, “If the Ziwei Imperial Son is defeated, and the deities of the Central Ancestral Domain are freed to act, how will we possibly contend with them?”

Seeing the troubled expressions of the crowd, Eldrin spoke once more, "Set your minds at ease. The Solar Golden Crow has been struck by my Yin-Yang Soul Annihilation Curse. Even with divine artifacts to heal its wounds, it will require at least 3 1000 years to recover."

"In the next 3 1000 years, I will recover from my injuries as quickly as possible and once again attempt to break through to the 3 Taiyi Foundations realm."

"With the experience from last time, I shall undoubtedly forge the Flawless Triple Primordial Unity Foundation this time."

Eldrin (Person Name) spoke slowly with an air of unwavering conviction.

Seeing his confidence, everyone felt slightly reassured. Feng Wuyi (Person Name) could not help but sighing, "So it seems this is our only choice?"

Jiang Daoxu, seeing this, spoke up, “Then I must trouble you all to guard the Mountain of Returning Abyss together.”

"Now, let us join forces to reset the formation. We must help Eldrin (Person Name) recover from his injuries."

Witnessing this, the crowd dispersed 1 after another, leaving the place for Eldrin to recover from his injuries.

After the crowd had dispersed, Eldrin's expression gradually returned to calm. Streams of life principles circulated downward, beginning to restore him at a pace visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, all traces of injury vanished.

In the grand hall, Eldrin and Jiang Daoxu sat facing each other, while Lyra prepared a cup of tea for both of them.

Regarding Eldrin’s (Person Name) recovery from his injuries, Jiang Daoxu (Person Name) seemed to have anticipated it long ago. He inquired calmly, “How is the situation?”

Eldrin remained utterly composed, his eyes profound as he stated, "By leveraging the hand of the Solar Golden Crow to shed the Virtual Dao Fruit, this is the perfect opportunity to evade the notice of the major powers and recommence cultivating the Innate Dao Principles."

"Yet for my Dao principles to undergo metamorphosis, I still require 5 strands of Primordial Qi. Currently, I am short by 3."

Eldrin spoke with measured grace, yet not a single wisp of Primal Qi remained in his grasp. The only 2 strands he possessed had been borrowed from the Ancestor of 10 1000 Spirits.

There are still 3 gaps remaining, so Eldrin sought out Jiang Daoxu. But even Jiang Daoxu possesses nothing of this sort. Eldrin had no choice but to have the clan members attempt to break through to the Celestial Immortal realm first.

However, once 1 breaks through to the Celestial Immortal realm, they would have transcended beyond the Heavenly Tribulation and should no longer interfere in the calamities of fate.

The Chen Immortal Clan (Organization) members all possessed foundations of 3 Great Perfected Immortals and were flawless seeds of Celestial Immortals. With the great fortune to conquer the Heavenly Tribulation of the Dao now within reach, this was not an opportune moment to break through.

After much deliberation, Eldrin thought of Jiang Daoxu.

Seeing this, Jiang Daoxu nodded calmly. "I have but 1 strand of Primordial Qi left in my possession. However, the 2 Supreme Elders of our sect should have some remaining. I shall acquire 2 strands for you."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Daoxu departed in haste. When he returned moments later, he had already brought back 3 strands of Primordial Qi (Cultivation Resource).

Gazing at the 3 strands of Primordial Qi, Eldrin could only sigh in admiration, "It seems the Empyrean Void Cave Heaven has truly placed a monumental wager upon you."

Jiang Daoxu shook his head, then spoke calmly, "Should I fail to transcend this heavenly tribulation, all shall cease to be."

"If I successfully transcend this tribulation and even cultivate to the Great Luo Realm, the karmic ties forged today shall be repaid tenfold—nay, a hundredfold."

Eldrin nodded, understanding that for his sake, Jiang Daoxu had incurred yet another significant debt to the Tai Void Grotto-heaven.

At this thought, Eldrin retrieved the 3 strands of Primordial Qi and declared, "Next, I shall cultivate the foundation of 2 Celestial Immortals and await the fish to take the bait."

"If this succeeds, this tribulation of the Dao shall come to an end."

Jiang Daoxu had long maintained covert correspondence with Eldrin (Person Name), aware of his schemes and even privy to certain secrets lurking beneath the surface.

He knew in his heart that once Eldrin (Person Name) achieved the dual Celestial Immortal foundations, he would essentially become a flawed Celestial Immortal of an unopened cosmos.

Yet Eldrin's single innate foundation alone was enough to rival the 3 innate foundations of a flawless Celestial Immortal. If he were to cultivate 2 foundations comparable to those of a flawless Celestial Immortal, his combat prowess would undoubtedly undergo an astonishing leap.

By then, sweeping through the Heavenly Tribulation would hold almost no suspense.

Yet, the closer he got to this moment, the more anxious he felt in his heart.

He took a deep breath, unable to resist asking, "That sleeper agent you mentioned—can they truly be trusted?"

"As far as I know, the Eldrin was defeated because of him. I fear..."

Jiang Daoxu left his sentence unfinished, but the implication was crystal clear.

Eldrin (Person Name) remained silent in contemplation. After a long pause, he set down his teacup and finally spoke, "He was brought by Erlang. That child would never lie to me."

"The Way of the Worthy?"

Jiang Daoxu gave a slight nod, raised the fragrant tea in his hand to take a delicate sip, and said nothing more.

Eldrin obtained the Primordial Qi and began secluded cultivation of the Primordial Chaos Wuji Dao Principle.

Meanwhile, the outside world was undergoing turbulent changes, with the entire Celestial Zenith Realm's structure transforming dramatically.

The elites from the 6 eastern celestial domains and 6 western celestial domains of the human race gathered atop the Taixu Mountain Range. They assembled 20-4 innate treasures to deploy the 20-4 Heavens Grand Formation, renowned for being unbreakable by any below the Great Perfection of the Celestial Immortal realm.

The demon race besieged the vast Tai Xu Mountain Range with countless legions, deploying innumerable ancient ship-mounted cannons in a relentless assault to shatter the power of the 20-4 Heavens Grand Formation.

On the side of the Central Ancestral Domain, the Eldrin (Person Name) was betrayed. Through a coordinated assault from within and without, the super killing array of the Eldrin lineage was breached, leading to the human race's overnight collapse.

The Son of the Purple Star Emperor was hunted down across 30,000 celestial miles overnight, with even the Scaled Fire Emperor of the Qilin Clan sparing no effort to pursue him across vast distances.

Alas, that Eldrin also risked a breakthrough and successfully cultivated the Innate Solar Sovereign Body. Even with both of them joining forces, they suffered a crushing defeat.

After the battle, the Fire Scale Imperial Scion vanished without a trace, while the Eldrin Imperial Scion had his physical form destroyed and disappeared entirely.

The Kirin race and the human race still had several forbidden prodigies, but the divine race also possessed 5 Emperor-level scions. After the great battle, the human forbidden prodigies were nearly annihilated, with only 1 or 2 managing to escape.

After the great defeat of the Human Race and the Qilin Race, all the outstanding talents of the Central Ancestral Domain vanished without a trace.

And the Divine Clan's Eldrin, the Scion of Solaris, arrived beyond the Void-Span Mountains with 5 Prodigies of the Forbidden, having torn through the void itself. They sought to join forces with the demonic tribes to utterly vanquish the Void-Span Mountains.

My health has been quite poor lately. I've had to visit the hospital 3 times this month alone, constantly suffering from headaches, dizziness, and low energy. My mind often feels foggy, unsure of what to write. Fearful of ruining the story with subpar content, I'd rather write less when inspiration falters. I'm hoping to resume regular updates once I recover. This month's release schedule has undoubtedly been disappointing, but I'm taking these days to recalibrate and hope to regain momentum for more writing next month.

(End of Chapter)

Chapter 1 The biting mountain wind whipped across the jagged peaks, carrying with it the scent of pine and decay. A lone figure stood at the precipice, his simple grey robes fluttering like the wings of a trapped moth. This was Lin Feng, a humble Outer Disciple of the Verdant Cloud Sect. He clutched a single, low-grade spirit stone in his hand, its faint glow a stark contrast to the deepening twilight. "1 100 years," he whispered, the words swallowed by the vastness of the mountains. "1 100 years, and this is all I have to show for it." His gaze fell upon the main practice ground far below, where dozens of disciples moved in synchronized forms, their movements stirring the ambient spiritual energy. They were the hope of the sect, each possessing talent far greater than his own. Lin Feng's foundation was poor, his spiritual root murky and weak—the very definition of mediocrity in a world that worshipped genius. A bitter smile touched his lips as he recalled the countless hours spent trying to grasp the most basic tenets of the "Verdant Cloud Incantation". While others progressed through the ranks, breaking through to new levels with apparent ease, he remained stagnant at the first level of Qi Refinement. It was a level most disciples surpassed within their first year. Suddenly, a sharp, mocking voice cut through the wind. "Well, if it isn't Brother Lin, contemplating the mysteries of the Dao from on high." Lin Feng didn't need to turn to know it was Zhang Yan, a fellow Outer Disciple who took particular pleasure in his misfortune. Zhang Yan swaggered up, 2 lackeys flanking him. His robes were of slightly better quality, and a smug expression was plastered on his face. "Still clinging to that single spirit stone, I see," Zhang Yan sneered, snatching the stone from Lin Feng's hand before he could react. "What's the point? A waste of resources on someone like you. The Allocation Elder clearly doesn't know how hopeless your case is." Lin Feng's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. But he remained silent. Retaliation would only bring a beating, and he had no strength to fight back. He had learned this lesson through countless humiliations. "Speak up, trash!" 1 of the lackeys jeered. "Perhaps he's too busy 'comprehending the heavens'," the other laughed. Zhang Yan tossed the spirit stone back at Lin Feng's feet. "Don't waste your time here. The sect doesn't need dead weight. You should have been expelled years ago." With another round of laughter, the trio departed, their voices fading into the rustling trees. Alone again, Lin Feng slowly bent down and picked up the spirit stone, wiping the dirt from its surface. The humiliation was a familiar fire in his chest, but beneath it was a colder, harder resolve. He would not give up. He could not. As the last sliver of sunlight vanished behind the western peaks, he made his way back to his simple dwelling—a small, isolated hut on the sect's periphery. It was little more than 4 walls and a roof, but it was his sanctuary. Sitting cross-legged on the worn meditation mat, he placed the spirit stone before him and began the familiar cycle. He guided his meager spiritual energy through his meridians, following the path of the Verdant Cloud Incantation. It was like trying to carve a riverbed with a spoon; progress was agonizingly slow, the energy dissipating almost as soon as it was gathered. Hours passed. The moon rose, casting a silvery pallor through the single window. Fatigue gnawed at him, both physical and spiritual. Despair began to creep in, its cold fingers tightening around his heart. Was this truly his destiny? To live and die as a nobody, a footnote in the annals of the Verdant Cloud Sect? "No," he growled, the sound raw in the quiet hut. He focused all his will, all his remaining energy, into 1 final, desperate attempt. He pushed his consciousness inward, striving for that elusive connection to the world's spiritual power. It was then that something shifted. A tremor, faint at first, then growing into a violent shudder, passed through the very foundations of the mountain. The ground beneath his hut groaned. A small, loose stone dislodged from the ceiling and struck him squarely on the forehead. A sharp pain erupted, and a trickle of warm blood ran down his temple. Lin Feng gasped, his concentration shattered. But as he reached up to touch the wound, a strange sensation flooded his being. It wasn't pain. It was... clarity. A stream of information, vast and alien, poured into his mind. Strange symbols, complex diagrams, and profound principles unfolded behind his eyes. It was a knowledge belonging to another time, another world—a legacy of a fallen civilization that had mastered the very laws of existence. When the influx finally ceased, Lin Feng sat in stunned silence. The world looked different. He could *see* the spiritual energy in the air now, not just feel it—a shimmering tapestry of light and color. He could perceive the flaws in the Verdant Cloud Incantation's circulation method, the inefficiencies that had hampered him for a century. And most importantly, he understood the source of this miracle. The knowledge now imprinted in his soul had a name. The "Foundational Construct System". A system that didn't just teach cultivation; it allowed him to deconstruct, analyze, and optimize any cultivation method, any technique, any pill recipe to its absolute, perfect foundation. A slow smile spread across Lin Feng's face, 1 devoid of bitterness, full of a newfound, terrifying certainty. He looked at the single, dusty spirit stone in his palm. "1 100 years of patience," he murmured, his voice steady as iron. "Let's begin."