Chapter 1901 : Forbidden Supernatural Power

"My Daoist name is Skywolf. I have come today to seek your instruction."

As the words of the Great Luo from the demon clan fell, he instantly unleashed his full power. In that very moment, infinite Great Dao empowered his being, erupting with overwhelming divine might as he pressed down upon them.

Facing such a strike, Eldrin remained unperturbed, for he had heard tales of this Skywolf Demon Lord.

This demon cultivator had achieved the indestructible body of a Heavenly Wolf demon lord, his Great Luo physical form truly extraordinary and formidable. With the empowerment of the Great Dao, he could unleash astonishing divine power.

In the previous Chaos Heavenly Abyss, this individual had encountered numerous opportunities. Not only had he further cultivated his Indestructible Magic Power, but he had also obtained a Primordial Spiritual Treasure—a divine spear. His combat prowess was by no means weak among those at the early Great Perfection stage.

Yet even so, in Eldrin's eyes, this was far from sufficient. The 2 erupted into a world-shaking battle, exchanging dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.

After nearly a 100 exchanges, Eldrin harnessed the 9 killing techniques he had created, sending his opponent flying backward.

Having defeated his opponent, Eldrin did not press his advantage, merely stating calmly, "Your skills are not lacking. Yet if this is all you possess, I fear you are no match for this venerable 1."

"Is that so?"

The Sky Wolf Demon Lord spoke coldly, a trace of frost gleaming in his eyes.

"No, this seat refuses to accept this!"

In an instant, an overwhelmingly powerful aura erupted from Skywolf Demon Lord’s body as a cyan treasure pagoda shot forth.

The pagoda rotated slowly, radiating a dazzling azure light as it descended upon Eldrin with the power to suppress all existence.

"A mid-grade innate spiritual treasure. It seems you came prepared."

Witnessing this scene, a flicker of gloom passed through the Black Abyss Emperor's eyes, his expression darkening slightly.

Innate spiritual treasures were inherently priceless, and the value of a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure started at 5 times that of a low-grade 1. Many Golden Immortals of the Mid Perfection Stage might not even possess such a treasure.

With the cultivation base of a newly ascended Great Luo, it was clearly impossible for the Sky Wolf Demon Lord to possess a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure.

It was evident that the Sky Wolf Demon Lord's mid-grade innate spiritual treasure was most likely a treasure borrowed from the Great Emperor of Primordial Thunder Crows.

On the other side, the Great Ancient Thunder Crow Emperor sneered coldly, his gaze profound as he remarked, "Though this is a fair duel, there has been no stipulation against using borrowed treasures."

"If you're willing, why not lend him a top-grade innate spiritual treasure?"

"Hmph—"

The Black Abyss Emperor’s eyes chilled faintly at these words, yet he refrained from speaking further.

Not to mention that with an initial-stage Great Roaming Golden Immortal cultivation base, it was impossible to successfully refine a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. Even if Eldrin could refine it, there simply wasn't enough time now.

On the other side, the Grand Celestial Emperor’s gaze also sharpened slightly before he spoke, “It seems the demonic tribes have been preparing for quite some time this time.”

The Grand Celestial Emperor, however, remained composed and spoke in a measured tone, "With his level of cultivation, even if his opponent wields a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, he should still be able to hold his own in battle."

Boom—

In the very instant the crowd was conversing, the azure pagoda tore through the firmament, descending with the power to annihilate all existence.

With the cultivation base of the Heavenly Wolf Demon Lord, after refining a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, his combat prowess would be sufficient to rival that of a Third-Level Great Luo Golden Immortal, even if it fell short of matching a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

At this moment, it came crashing down with overwhelming force. Even the early-stage Da Luo Golden Immortals present, who had cultivated arduously for dozens of billions of years, revealed a trace of solemn expression.

Yet Eldrin remained utterly composed. With a surge of the Primordial Chaos Grasp, he firmly intercepted the azure ancient pagoda.

"As expected, it is a True Spirit Divine Power."

High above the firmament, a trace of solemnity flickered in the pupils of the Great Emperor of the Primordial Thunder Crow.

He had come this time primarily to gauge Eldrin's strength and potential—to determine whether he possessed the possibility of attaining the path to become the Chaos Heavenly Emperor.

After all, judging from the performance during the kalpic tribulation, Eldrin demonstrated potential comparable to the Dao Ancestor Immortal Sages. If this were indeed true, then even at the risk of incurring the wrath of the human race's Dao Ancestor Immortal Sages, he would thoroughly suppress Eldrin's path to enlightenment.

Legend has it he had cultivated the 4 foundational pillars: the True Spirit Body, the True Spirit Soul, the True Spirit Dao, and the True Spirit Divine Abilities.

"Now it appears this legend holds true, and its combat prowess is even more formidable than anticipated."

The Great Emperor of the Primordial Thunder Crow murmured softly, yet in that instant, his eyes chilled ever so slightly.

But behold, Eldrin now erupted with his full power. The supreme authority of the Primordial Chaos and Infinite Dao shook the heavens and earth in all directions, amplifying the power of the Primordial Qi Grasping Hand to its absolute limit.

In but an instant, the cyan pagoda was completely suppressed.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, Eldrin unleashed a devastating divine thunder that instantly shattered the Heavenly Wolf Demon Lord’s physical form, leaving only his primordial spirit to escape with a sliver of life under the protection of the Great Dao.

The Great Dao of Primordial Chaos, along with the True Spirit Divine Ability—Primordial Chaos Divine Thunder.

"As expected."

The Great Emperor of the Primordial Thunder Crow spoke, his voice rumbling like the gathering of storm clouds, "You dare to trespass into the forbidden grounds of the Heavenly Tomb? Do you seek death?" Yet, inexplicably, a trace of his killing intent seemed to fade.

He let out a cold sneer, gazing at Eldrin as he said, "Young friend, this Chaos Primordial Dao of yours is truly a rare and formidable power in the mortal realm. Once you fully master these 5 great Daos, you will ascend in a single step to the Second Realm of Chaos."

"Alas, what a pity, what a regret..."

The other Great Luo Golden Immortals also revealed a trace of regret upon seeing this.

Even the Black Abyss Emperor shook his head, a trace of disappointment flickering across his face. He had thought the human race was about to witness the emergence of their third Dao Ancestor Celestial Sage, yet never imagined Eldrin would choose a path of certain doom.

"The convergence of the 5 Elements into the primordial Chaos, indeed aligns with the cultivation method of the second realm of Chaos—the Unity Realm."

"However, the Great Dao chosen by Fellow Daoist Guixu is fundamentally flawed—it is nothing but an impassable dead end from the start."

"Indeed, Life, Primordial Chaos Gold, Earth of All Things, Pure Yang, and Profound Abyss—these 5 Great Daos are universally acknowledged as paths of certain demise. Without cultivation at the level of a Chaos Heavenly Emperor, 1 simply cannot hope to wield authority over them."

"Had he chosen but a single path, it might have been manageable. Yet he took 5 simultaneously—how could 1 possibly command the Great Dao under such circumstances?"

In the grand hall, many Great Luo Golden Immortals whispered among themselves, all revealing expressions of regret.

Others held different views, but upon seeing Eldrin Immortal Lord let out a light chuckle, he spoke, "No matter what, Fellow Daoist Guixu can directly point to the realm of the Primordial Chaos Emperor."

"We are merely at the Great Luo realm, with even the hope of breaking through to the Chaos Origin Emperor being slim. How could we ever have the right to look down upon Fellow Daoist Guixu?"

Upon hearing this, all the Great Luo Golden Immortals exchanged bitter smiles.

After breaking through to the Great Eldrin Golden Immortal realm, every step forward became immensely arduous. Countless Great Eldrin Golden Immortals remained stagnant at the early stage for tens of thousands of kalpas, utterly unable to advance.

Even if Eldrin could not prove his path to become the Chaos Heavenly Emperor, he would still be far safer than them.

Taking a step back, even if 1 day a Great Luo were to contend for the Dao, and Eldrin were to lose 1 or 2 of his authorities over the Great Dao, the remaining authorities would still be sufficient to safeguard his life and death.

Coupled with the indestructible nature of his True Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) foundation, Eldrin (Person Name) had already positioned himself in an invincible stance.

At this thought, the Great Luo Golden Immortals all sighed softly, believing that Eldrin (Person Name) had already far surpassed their expectations. Only the Great Central Emperor shook his head and remarked, "What a pity. He truly possessed the potential to become a Dao Ancestor Celestial Sage."

The God Emperor of Taicang, however, seemed lost in thought and transmitted his voice to the Emperor of Taiyang, "With his innate talent, there is still hope for him to prove the Dao and become a Soul Dao Celestial Emperor."

The Great Sovereign Emperor shook his head, holding little hope. "It is exceedingly difficult. Whether pursuing the Path of Physical Ascension or the Path of Soul Ascension, both are far more challenging than mastering the Dao through governance. Moreover, on the path of Soul Ascension, there lies the obstruction of that 1."

"I had thought he could first master the Dao, then use the cultivation of the Chaos Heavenly Emperor to prove the Soul Dao Heavenly Emperor... What a pity..."

The Great Elder of the Tai Cang Sect fell silent upon hearing this.

"Young friend of the Returning Abyss, your prowess is indeed remarkable, worthy of claiming the esteemed title of foremost in this tribulation."

In the very instant the group was conversing, the Great Emperor of Primordial Thunder Crows slowly spoke. With palms pressed together in a serene smile, he then seized the fragmented soul of the Sky Wolf Demon Lord with an effortless grasp.

For him, having probed the mysteries of Eldrin's (Person Name) Great Dao of Primordial Chaos, the purpose of this journey had already been fulfilled.

The Great Dao of Primordial Chaos is a severed path; Eldrin (Person Name) could never master this Dao.

By comparison, achieving sainthood through physical cultivation was far too domineering. Its immense exclusivity made it nearly impossible to coexist with the Great Dao and the primordial spirit.

The Path of the Primordial Spirit is not only immensely arduous to cultivate, but it also draws the fatal attention of powerful enemies from the depths of chaos. Even the Great Emperor of the Primordial Thunder Crow did not believe Eldrin (Person Name) could successfully tread this path.

Since Eldrin, no matter how powerful, could never prove his Dao as the Chaos Celestial Emperor, it simply wasn't worth severing all ties with the human race and paying a tremendous price to deal with him.

After all, even if Eldrin attained the Dao and became a Chaos Primordial Emperor, he was still merely 1 Chaos Primordial Emperor. No matter how powerful he became, he could never alter the structure of the 3,000 immortal domains.

At this thought, the Great Emperor of the Primordial Thunder Crow no longer bothered to target Eldrin (Person Name), a mere junior, and prepared to withdraw.

"Senior, hold your hand!"

But just at that moment, Eldrin suddenly called out to stop the Great Primordial Thunder Crow Emperor.

The Great Emperor of the Primordial Thunder Raven turned back, a ripple stirring in his gaze as he instantly comprehended the situation. He then drew from his sleeve a strand of Primordial Indestructible Radiance and cast it forth.

Eldrin received the Primordial Indestructible Radiance, a flicker of joy rising in his heart.

A single battle would dispel the demon clan's suspicions toward him and grant him the Primordial Indestructible Radiance. Such a lucrative opportunity, if missed today, would hardly ever come by again.

Eldrin smiled faintly and spoke directly, "As you mentioned earlier, Senior, you've brought 5 Great Perfection realm demon cultivators to spar with me. Each battle won grants me a strand of Primordial Indestructible Radiance."

"You've only fought 1 battle so far, why is everyone in such a hurry to leave?"

The Great Emperor of the Primordial Thunder Crow, however, let out a derisive laugh and said bluntly, "With your current strength, you already rival a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal. How could a few early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortals possibly be a match for you?"

Upon hearing this, Eldrin (Person Name) could no longer remain seated.

To gain a wisp of Primordial Undying Radiance from each battle—such an opportunity was truly a case of "now or never."

Naturally, he had no intention of missing this opportunity either. Without hesitation, he declared, "Since none can rival me alone, why not have all 4 of them face me together?"

"At the very least, I shall bind 1 arm behind my back and face them in battle."

"Insolence!"

The Great Emperor of Primordial Thunder Crow had yet to speak, but several Great Luo realm Eldrin (Person Name) beside him were already seething with rage.

After all, they were Great Luo Golden Immortals—each 1 a peerless existence who had roamed the heavens unchallenged. How could they willingly endure such humiliation?

At once, a Great Luo demon elder rose in fury, addressing Emperor Tai Gu Lei Wu, "Your Majesty, this insult cannot be borne! Nilin requests to enter battle!"

"We, too, are ready for battle!"

On the other side, the other 3 also rose to their feet, their faces brimming with battle intent.

Seeing this, the Ancient Thunder Crow's eyes turned frosty. He glanced back at Eldrin and spoke coldly, "Junior of the human race, you ought to know that arrogance demands a price."

"Since you're asking for death, don't blame us for ganging up on you."

As his words fell, he waved his hand, and 4 Great Luo Demon Monarchs soared into the air.

Witnessing this, Eldrin (Person Name) immediately strode skyward. Using the Chaos Manifestation of Arms Art, he materialized a Chaos Heavenly Halberd, then pointed it at the crowd and declared, "State your names. This Heavenly Halberd of mine does not slay nameless souls."

"You're courting death!"

The 4 were enraged. A man clad in cyan-gold armor was the first to charge forth: "I am the 'Green Python Demon Lord,' the founding ancestor of the Azure Sky Python Clan! Perish now!"

"Is that so? It seems the Azure Python Clan has only just ascended to become a Great Luo demon tribe, yet their Ancient Ancestor is about to fall into slumber. Truly pitiable and lamentable."

Eldrin let out a cold sneer, wielding the Chaos Heavenly Halberd to repel the assailant.

Elsewhere, a man gripping a war sword charged forth, his eyes icy cold as he declared, “The 1 who will strike you down is none other than I, the Scale-Reversed Demon Lord.”

"Dragon Clan?"

Eldrin let out a cold sneer. With a flick of his sleeve, he manifested an ancient bell of primordial chaos to suppress his foe. "So the Battle of the Soul-Annihilation Ancient Land failed to exterminate your entire kind," he said icily.

Clang—

The other 2 charged over simultaneously, joining the assault against Eldrin.

In an instant, Eldrin found himself alone against the siege of 4 Great Luo Demon Monarchs, and the battle instantly escalated to its most ferocious intensity.

It is undeniable that no Great Luo Golden Immortals are weak; each and every 1 who has attained this realm was once a nearly invincible figure dominating the 8 Calamities Ancient Immortal stage.

These 4 Great Perfected Immortals of the demon race had each forged an indestructible foundation.

Among them, the Scale-Reverse Demon Lord was the most formidable. Having cultivated 3 types of Indestructible Foundations, he stood second only to Eldrin (Person Name) among the dragon race.

Moreover, the Serpentine Python Demon Lord was also exceptionally powerful. Having cultivated 2 types of Indestructible Foundations, he was the first Golden Immortal of the Azure Sky Python Clan, and his potential ranked mid-to-upper among the Golden Immortals.

The other 2 were no weaklings either.

Moreover, Eldrin was well aware that this was not the true powerhouse of the demon race. During this cosmic tribulation, the Azure Luan Imperial Princess of the phoenix clan had obtained a fortuitous encounter and cultivated a True Spiritual Root foundation, yet for some unknown reason, she had not broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Getting back to the story, Eldrin faced 4 opponents alone, continuously evolving his Chaos Manifestation Art in combat. In an instant, 10 primordial soldiers of chaos materialized mid-air. Empowered by the authority of the Great Dao, not only did he not fall at a disadvantage against the 4 foes, but he overwhelmingly suppressed them, forcing their relentless retreat.

Seeing that he was about to be defeated, the Scale-Reversed Demon Lord finally erupted in fury. A blinding light exploded from within his body, and in the next moment, his aura surged severalfold, reaching a level comparable to a mid-stage Golden Immortal of the Great Roaming.

"Beware, it's a forbidden divine ability."

In that instant, the Black Abyss Emperor high above in the firmament began to speak.

Eldrin (Person Name) furrowed his brow slightly, never expecting the Scale-Reversed Demon Lord would actually cultivate a forbidden divine art.

It must be understood that the cost was so immense that none below the Great Luo realm dared to cultivate forbidden divine abilities. Thus, those who practiced forbidden arts almost invariably needed to open their fifth innate acupoint.

The fact that the Scale-Reversed Demon Lord had only just stepped into the Great Luo Realm, yet managed to cultivate a forbidden divine ability, truly exceeded his expectations.

My recent condition has been truly poor. By the end of the month, I might only manage 4,000 words daily. Once I regain my footing, I will increase the updates next month.

(End of Chapter)

Chapter 1 The biting mountain wind whipped across the jagged peaks, carrying with it the scent of pine and a faint, metallic tang of blood. A lone figure sat cross-legged on a weathered outcrop, his robes of simple grey linen fluttering gently. This was Lin Feng, once the proud young master of the fallen Lin Clan, now an outer disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect. 5 years. 1 100 years had passed since the catastrophe that shattered his clan, but for Lin Feng, the memory remained as fresh as this morning's frost, a cold, hard knot in his chest. He clenched his fist, the knuckles white. The spiritual energy within his dantian was a mere trickle, barely enough to sustain the first level of the Foundation Establishment stage. At nearly 20 years of age, he was lagging far behind his peers. 'Just a dozen or so more days until the Outer Disciple Tournament,' he thought, a bitter taste filling his mouth. 'If I cannot break through to the second level...' The consequence was unthinkable – dismissal from the sect, becoming a wandering cultivator with no support, no future. Suddenly, a sharp, mocking voice cut through his brooding. "Well, if it isn't Brother Lin, 'diligently' cultivating as always." Lin Feng opened his eyes. Standing before him were 3 other outer disciples, led by Zhao Gang, a burly youth who had reached the third level of Foundation Establishment. A sneer was plastered on Zhao Gang's face. "Brother Zhao," Lin Feng greeted flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. "Don't 'Brother Zhao' me," the youth scoffed, taking a step closer. "I heard you still haven't handed over your monthly tribute. 10 mid-grade spirit stones. Or have you forgotten the rules?" A dozen or so disciples nearby paused their own cultivation to watch, their expressions a mix of pity and schadenfreude. The 'monthly tribute' was nothing but a protection racket enforced by Zhao Gang and his lackeys. "I don't have them," Lin Feng said, his gaze steady. His monthly allowance was a paltry 5 mid-grade spirit stones, barely enough for his own cultivation. Giving away 10 was impossible. Zhao Gang's eyes narrowed dangerously. "No?" He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing in the thin mountain air. "Then it seems I'll have to teach you some manners, *Young Master* Lin." The title was dripping with contempt. He didn't wait for a reply. With a surge of spiritual energy, Zhao Gang's right fist shot forward, aimed directly at Lin Feng's chest. The move was the basic, yet brutal, Mountain Splitting Fist, amplified by his third-level cultivation base. The air whistled around his fist. Lin Feng's heart sank. He knew he couldn't block it head-on. He hastily crossed his arms in a defensive stance, circulating every last drop of his meager spiritual power. *BOOM!* The impact was immense. A sharp, cracking sound echoed as Lin Feng was thrown backward, his body slamming hard against the ancient bark of a pine tree. Agony exploded through his ribs. He coughed, spitting a mouthful of crimson blood onto the frost-kissed ground. The world swam before his eyes. "Pathetic," Zhao Gang spat, standing over him. "The great Lin Clan produced nothing but trash in the end. Consider this a reminder. I want my 20-some spirit stones by tomorrow, or next time, it won't just be a broken rib." He kicked a spray of dirt onto Lin Feng's robes before turning and swaggering away, his 2 followers laughing obsequiously. The watching disciples quickly averted their gazes and dispersed, not wanting to get involved. Lying in the dirt, the metallic taste of his own blood thick in his mouth, Lin Feng felt a wave of utter despair and fury wash over him. *Why? Why is this my fate?* He clawed at the cold earth, his vision blurring. A drop of his blood, warm and vital, seeped into the soil beneath the ancient pine tree. Unnoticed by him, the simple, unadorned iron ring on his finger—a memento from his mother—suddenly grew warm. Faint, almost imperceptible cracks appeared on its surface, glowing with a deep, primordial purple light. A voice, ancient and vast, like the grinding of tectonic plates, echoed directly within his mind, bypassing his ears entirely. **"Bloodline of the Celestial Dragon... confirmed. Soul resonance... established. Initiating inheritance of the Primordial Chaos Scripture..."** A torrent of information, immense and incomprehensible, flooded into Lin Feng's consciousness. It was a cultivation art of unimaginable profundity, diagrams of energy circulation far more complex than anything the Azure Cloud Sect possessed, and fragments of knowledge about the heavens and the earth that staggered the mind. Simultaneously, a wisp of pure, violet-hued primordial chaos energy, finer than a strand of silk yet containing power that could shatter mountains, flowed from the ring into his devastated meridians. The agony from his broken ribs vanished in an instant. His dried-up dantian, once a shallow pond, now felt like an ocean being filled by a divine spring. The spiritual energy of the world around him surged violently, forming a nearly visible vortex above him, pouring into his body. *CRACK!* A clear, resonant sound came from within him, like a dam breaking. The bottleneck that had plagued him for years, the barrier to the second level of Foundation Establishment, shattered without any resistance. His cultivation base skyrocketed, not stopping at the second level, but soaring directly to the peak of the second level, just a hair's breadth from the third. The weakness was gone. In its place was a power he had never dared to imagine, thrumming through every fiber of his being. Lin Feng slowly pushed himself to his feet. The blood on his lips had dried. His grey robes were still stained and torn, but his posture was now straight and unyielding. His eyes, once clouded with frustration, were now clear, deep, and sharp as a newly forged sword, gleaming with a faint, purple light. He looked in the direction Zhao Gang had departed, his gaze cold and penetrating. 'A mere 20-some spirit stones?' he thought, a new, steely resolve hardening within him. 'Zhao Gang, the debt you owe me... is far greater than that.' The game had changed. The path of the immortal, fraught with countless tribulations, had just taken a dramatic turn for the young man under the ancient pine.