Chapter 113 The Theory of the Great Luo Golden Elixir

"I, Lyra (Person Name), have always drawn clear lines between love and hate. Why would I need reasons for what I fancy? Why should I care about others' opinions?"

Lyra suddenly turned to face Eldrin, her eyes deeply reflecting his image: "If you need a reason, you truly are the most captivating person I've ever seen."

Eldrin (Person Name)：“…”

"Of course, your talent is truly remarkable. As a 5 Spiritual Roots cultivator capable of achieving Foundation Establishment through your own efforts, your potential far exceeds what you imagine."

"The potential of the 5 Spirit Roots is immense?"

Eldrin's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by that?"

"For a cultivator's Golden Core comes in 3 grades..."

Lyra turned slightly, gazing at the snowstorm before her, and began narrating with eloquent grace.

When a cultivator forms their Golden Core during the breakthrough, 3 distinct grades of cores may manifest depending on the foundation they have built.

The first method involves utilizing external aids to attain the Golden Core Realm, such as cultivators who break through by consuming the 5 Elements Spirit Fruit (Spiritual Object). This type of Golden Core is often referred to as an Inferior Golden Core, possessing the most commonplace combat prowess among Golden Core cultivators.

Having broken through to the Golden Core Realm with the aid of external means, the difficulty of the breakthrough was indeed reduced, but it also rendered his spiritual energy milder and made his foundational essence less pure.

Such a cultivator's foundation would be relatively unstable, and without relying on external aids, their chances of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm would be virtually 0.

Even for cultivators with powerful backgrounds who manage to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm using external aids like the Nascent Soul Formation Pill (Spiritual Object), most can only remain at the Nascent Soul, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm).

The second method involves breaking through to the Golden Core Realm without relying on external aids. Such cultivators are often endowed with extraordinary talent, and the Golden Cores they condense possess significantly greater power and superior quality. These cores are referred to as Mid-Grade Golden Cores.

A cultivator who has condensed a mid-grade Golden Core would have a 20 percent chance to break through to the Nascent Soul realm in the future, even without relying on external aids. If they obtained a treasure like the Nascent Soul Formation Pill (Spiritual Object), their chances of becoming a Nascent Soul True Monarch could reach 40 to 50 percent.

The third type is the exceptionally rare Superior Golden Core. For a cultivator to condense a Superior Golden Core, they must refrain from using any external aids when breaking through major realms, starting from the Foundation Establishment stage.

For it was exceedingly difficult to break through to the Golden Core realm without relying on external aids, making cultivators who achieved a superior-grade Golden Core exceptionally rare.

Generally speaking, only those unparalleled geniuses with a Heavenly Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) possess the slightest possibility of achieving this. As long as such cultivators do not meet an untimely demise and obtain a Nascent Soul Formation treasure, they have an 80 to 90 percent certainty of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Even without treasures to aid in forming the Nascent Soul, they typically possessed a 40 to 50 percent certainty of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

It is said that nearly all the Nascent Soul Dao Lords of the legendary Violet Realm had once forged Superior Golden Cores, having been renowned Golden Core Great Cultivators across myriad nations in their time.

"To forge a superior Golden Core is to lay the foundation for greatness. Barring untimely demise, such individuals will most likely ascend to become late-stage Nascent Soul grand cultivators."

Lyra spoke, her gaze fixed on Eldrin, yet her tone abruptly shifted.

"I was born with a Heavenly Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root). At 15, I built my foundation on my own, and at 20-8, I broke through to the Zi Fu realm without relying on external aids like the Purple Sun Jade."

Another 2 100 years had passed. Do you know why I have remained stagnant at the Violet Mansion Realm all this time?

Eldrin's heart quivered, and once again, he was struck with astonishment.

All in the world proclaim that Ancestor Jiang possesses astonishing mastery in alchemy, formations, artifact forging, and talismans—a truly heaven-bestowed genius. Yet, likely none could have imagined she would achieve such heights.

At this moment, he finally understood completely—the origins of this peerless beauty before him were likely far more formidable than he had ever imagined.

Suppressing the astonishment in his heart, he couldn't help but interject, "Could it be for condensing a high-grade Golden Core?"

Lyra nodded calmly and said, "Legend has it that beyond the superior-grade Golden Core, there exists an even more astonishing type known as the Great Luo Golden Core. Forging it instantly bestows the bearing of an exiled immortal."

The Great Luo Golden Elixir also had another name: the 5 Elements Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Elixir.

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Eldrin's pupils abruptly snapped open, instantly contracting again and again.

"Hmm, exactly what you're thinking."

To forge a Great Luo Golden Core, 1 must not only refrain from relying on objects like the Foundation Establishment Pill (Spiritual Object) or Purple Sun Jade to break through to the Golden Core Realm, but also possess all 5 Elements Spiritual Roots (Spiritual Root).

Lyra gave a slight nod and said calmly, "Once 1 forges the Great Luo Golden Core, both combat prowess and potential will far surpass those of peers in the same realm."

"For 2 100 years, I have been refining my spiritual roots to forge the Pure Yin Great Luo Golden Core—from the Heavenly Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) to the current 4 Spiritual Roots. Now, only the final step remains."

After she finished speaking, her gaze fell upon Eldrin.

"You were born with the 5 Spiritual Roots, and you achieved Foundation Establishment on your own in your early twenties. As long as you continue to break through to the Golden Core Realm without relying on external aids, you will forge the Pure Yang Great Luo Golden Core."

Eldrin finally understood that the 5 Spirit Roots were actually an opportunity for ascension, not the burden he had imagined.

Alas, the 5 Spirit Roots cultivation speed was notoriously slow, with most cultivators exhausting their lifespans without ever achieving a breakthrough. Though he possessed the 5 Spirit Roots, he had refined his foundation using the Primordial Purple Qi, making his cultivation speed at least tenfold faster than that of ordinary 5 Spirit Roots cultivators.

A cultivator with a 5 spiritual roots foundation and no backing would likely exhaust their entire lifespan without even reaching Qi Refinement, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm), let alone touching the threshold of Foundation Establishment (Cultivation Realm). As for breaking through to the Golden Core (Cultivation Realm) without relying on any external resources throughout their journey—that was utterly unimaginable.

Without the aid of external resources to break through realms, a 5-Spiritual-Roots cultivator would require decades to consolidate their foundation at the ninth level of Qi Refinement. Even if a Nascent Soul Dao Lord devoted all efforts to nurture such a disciple, it would likely remain nearly impossible to cultivate a Great Perfected Golden Core.

"The first time I saw you, I knew you were born to stand apart from the rest."

"We are the same kind of people. Only those like you and I can walk the path to its very end."

She gazed down upon the ever-changing seas and fields, her eyes reflecting the swirling tides of mortal dust. "Only I," she whispered, "can walk this path with you till the very end."

Eldrin listened quietly, suddenly sensing a trace of solitude in Lyra's silhouette.

A sudden, inexplicable pain gripped his heart, and he couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly happened back then that made you leave the shores of the Eastern Sea and come to the Eastern Wastelands (Location)?”

A faint silence lingered in the air as Lyra stood holding her umbrella in the snowfall, offering no reply to his question.

She stood upon the earth like a solitary wandering spirit, quietly reminiscing about those who once were.

I don't know how long had passed, until the wind and snow gradually subsided, when she murmured softly.

"Those people and past events have long been interred in the river of time."

"With your current level of cultivation, you shouldn't know about such matters yet."

Eldrin remained silent, watching her solitary figure as he recalled a scene from several years ago.

That night, when news of the Second Elder's death suddenly arrived, he played the zither amidst the wind and rain, while she held an umbrella over him, shielding them both through the long stormy night.

Back then, he too had been like this—a lone wandering spirit. They were truly alike, as if cut from the same cloth.

In the blink of an eye, Eldrin understood the desires of his own heart, locking his profound gaze with hers.

A bit rash, yet unable to restrain himself, he blurted out.

"Whatever lies ahead, no matter what existence you must face."

"I will walk this path with you, always."

She gazed at him, into the reflection of a peerless figure shimmering within his eyes.

Goose-feather snow fell in a continuous whisper, blanketing the vast wilderness beneath a thick layer of white. She stood atop the solitary mountain peak, anchored within the wind and snow, frozen into a painting.

The Path of Immortality Stands Alone, an Endless Journey Through the Celestial Realms.

Once, it was like an eternal night; the past, a fading dream.

Lost in the tapestry of memories, she remained silent for a long while before a delicate smile blossomed at the corner of her slender lips.

"Only I remain of the Jiang Clan now. With you accompanying me henceforth, I shall no longer walk this path alone..."

"I believe it will be splendid!"

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled across the snowy plains, whipping up flurries of ice crystals that shimmered under the pale moonlight. A lone figure stood atop a towering peak, his white robes fluttering in the gust like the wings of a celestial crane. This was Li Ming (Person Name), once the youngest Golden Core cultivator the Azure Cloud Sect (Sect Name) had seen in 10 1000 years. "1 100 years," he murmured, his breath forming mist in the frigid air. "1 100 years since my cultivation was shattered." His gaze fell upon the jade pendant in his palm - the Cloud-Swallowing Pendant (Magic Treasure) that had been his only companion through these long years of exile. The intricate carvings seemed to glow with a faint, ethereal light, pulsing in rhythm with the remnant spiritual energy within his damaged meridians. Suddenly, the ground beneath him trembled. A thunderous roar echoed through the mountains as a massive fissure split the earth open. From the chasm emerged 3 figures clad in crimson robes, their auras so powerful that the very air around them distorted. "We meet again, Li Ming," sneered the leader, his voice dripping with malice. "Did you truly believe you could hide from the Blood Demon Sect (Sect Name) forever?" Li Ming's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword - the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). Though his cultivation had regressed to the Foundation Establishment stage, the blade still hummed with ancient power. "The Blood Moon Array (Cultivation Technique)!" shouted 1 of the attackers. Crimson energy swirled around them, forming intricate patterns in the air that glowed with malevolent light. Li Ming's eyes narrowed. He remembered this technique from that fateful night a century ago, when 30-2 of his fellow disciples had fallen to this very array. His fingers tightened around the sword hilt as he recalled the countless nights he'd spent meditating on this very peak, gathering what little spiritual energy his broken body could contain. "Come then," Li Ming said, his voice deceptively calm. "Let us see if your demonic arts have improved since last we met." He raised his sword, and for a brief moment, the moonlight seemed to gather around the blade, illuminating the ancient runes carved along its length. The air grew still, charged with anticipation. Somewhere in the distance, a lone wolf howled, as if sensing the impending clash of powers that had been a century in the making.