Chapter 2002 : Black Emperor Ventures into the Desolate Sea

Of course, whether it be a feeble Innate Dao or a formidable 1, once transformed into a Chaos Dao, it would be perfected into the 9 Chaos Divine Forms.

Therefore, whether it was a Chaos Heavenly Emperor who broke through with 4 Great Dao divine forms, or 1 who broke through with 9 Great Dao divine forms, there was no significant difference in combat prowess between them.

Only the Path of Limitless Grand Dao, having transcended the 9 divine forms of the Grand Dao, would upon breakthrough surpass the 9 Chaos Divine Forms as well, its potential far exceeding that of ordinary Chaos Grand Dao.

However, the Path of Limitless Grand Dao was far too formidable and rare, often coveted by existences at the level of Chaos Heavenly Emperors. Even if ordinary Primordial Chaos Emperors had the opportunity to cultivate it, they could never attain the chance to master its principles.

"Yet, even with only 6 Great Dao Divine Forms, it is by no means weak."

Eldrin murmured inwardly, "Generally speaking, after a Demi-Saint comprehends the Dao, there remains a certain period of consolidation and advancement along the Great Dao in the foreseeable future."

Once the Vermilion Bird Demigod solidifies her cultivation base, she will likely advance further and cultivate the seventh Great Dao Divine Form. By then, her success rate in impacting the Chaos Heavenly Emperor Realm would be no less than 30%.

The Ancient Azure Crow Emperor and the Kunpeng Emperor of the demonic tribe, 2 quasi-sage beings, were likely at this very level.

Regardless, with the demon race gaining another Quasi-Sage, their strength was bound to increase substantially once more.

Of course, Eldrin wasn't overly intimidated by the demon race gaining another Demi-Saint. After all, the human and deity races still had an additional Chaos Heavenly Emperor standing at the forefront.

Even a Demi-Saint, no matter how powerful, could hardly withstand the supreme might of a Dao Ancestor Immortal Sage.

Unless the demon race gained an additional Chaos Heavenly Emperor, fundamentally altering the balance among the 3 clans, only then could Eldrin feel immense pressure.

Eldrin, however, did not believe the demonic races could produce a fourth Chaos Heavenly Emperor within such a short span of time.

For within this chaos, reaching the Quasi-Sage Realm was not the rarest achievement; what proved truly elusive was the Primordial Chaos Primordial Qi.

Moreover, the transformation from the Primordial Great Dao to the Chaos Great Dao offers but a single opportunity—failure inevitably culminates in the annihilation of 1's cultivation and demise.

Although the demon race currently boasts 3 Demi-Sages, breaking through to the Chaos Realm still requires sufficient opportunity, as well as ample courage and determination.

Since time immemorial, countless beings at the Quasi-Sage Realm had remained stranded before the threshold of the Chaos Realm for years, yet none could ever take that final step.

Some failed to obtain the Primordial Chaos Qi, others perished with their cultivation shattered during failed breakthroughs, while still others remained stagnant, lacking the confidence to advance. In the end, those who truly succeeded were exceedingly few.

Once Eldrin realized that the Phoenix Sub-Sage posed no significant threat, he immediately withdrew his focus.

He immediately withdrew his troops and returned to the Celestial Pillar Imperial Star, then quietly awaited news of the 3 Clans War's conclusion.

In fact, this news quickly made its way back as well.

Merely a few million years later, after the Vermilion Bird Demi-Saint had consolidated her cultivation base, she personally summoned the powerhouses of the 3 clans to negotiate peace.

No 1 knew what they had discussed, but in the end, the human and deity races tacitly permitted the demon race to reclaim the Vermilion Bird Star Domain and the White Tiger Star Domain. Both sides brought an end to this protracted War of Heavenly Dominion, which had lasted for 7 or 8 kalpas.

After receiving the message, Eldrin immediately arranged for the major forces of the Eastern Li Flame Domain to withdraw their troops, then personally ventured into the Black Abyss Heaven.

Arriving once more at the Black Abyss Heaven, Eldrin noticed that the Black Abyss Emperor’s demeanor lacked its usual composure, as if concealing a trace of barely suppressed exhaustion.…

"You have come." The Black Abyss Emperor spoke, then let out a sigh.

This time, Black Abyss Emperor did not receive him in the grand hall, but was seated instead at a stone table within a courtyard of the Black Abyss Imperial Court.

He looked at Eldrin with a resigned expression, as if facing an old friend, and said, "Have a seat."

Your Majesty.

Eldrin (Person Name) seemed to hesitate, words caught in his throat, but ultimately he cupped his hands in salute and took his seat.

After taking his seat, Eldrin began, "I sense a trace of melancholy in Your Majesty's demeanor?"

The Black Abyss Emperor shook his head, picked up a cup of immortal brew and drank it. With a sigh, he began, "Not long ago, when the 3 clans gathered, I intended to secure benefits for the human race."

"Yet I never expected that with a single palm strike, the Vermilion Bird Demigod would press me down until I could barely rise."

Eldrin’s expression shifted slightly. He never expected that the Black Abyss Emperor, 1 of the 5 great emperors of the human race, would be utterly defenseless against the Vermilion Bird Demi-Saint.

The Black Abyss Emperor sighed softly before speaking, "The Quasi-Saint Realm and the Emperor Realm exist in entirely different domains."

Wielding the authority of the Great Dao, even 10 Great Emperors joining forces would fail to withstand a single blow from him.

"Alas, our human race lacks a Demi-Sage to guard our lands, leaving us vulnerable to oppression, forced to watch helplessly as the White Tiger Star Domain is seized from us!"

Upon hearing this, Eldrin fell into silence.

He had never imagined that the chasm between a Demi-Saint and a Great Emperor would be so vast—an almost insurmountable divide.

For a moment, Eldrin had no idea how to console the Black Abyss Emperor, and could only silently pour him a cup of wine.

The Black Abyss Emperor picked up the immortal brew and drained it in 1 gulp, his expression growing solemn as he spoke, "In this chaos, everything is determined by strength."

"Yet over these years, my focus has been entirely on the Celestial Court, neglecting my own cultivation."

"My 9 Revolutions Heaven Art is the supreme path of physical sanctification, yet it demands an immense amount of resources to advance further."

"Next, I shall venture into the Chaotic Desolate Sea to seek the opportunity to break through to the eighth revolution of the 9 Revolutions Heaven Art."

Upon hearing this, Eldrin's (Person Name) expression shifted slightly. The Black Abyss Emperor had cultivated the 9 Revolutions Heavenly Art for many years, and his physical body had long reached a state where no further refinement was possible.

The current Black Abyss Emperor had not only reached the Great Perfection stage of the Primordial Chaos Emperor, but had also cultivated the forms of the 4 Divine True Spirits.

Under such circumstances, to advance further, he had to complete the eighth revolution of the 9 Revolutions Heaven Art.

Today, the Black Abyss Emperor had reached the Primordial Chaos Emperor realm. At this stage, having completed the eighth revolution of the 9 Revolutions Heavenly Art, he would inevitably nurture at least 2 True Spirit Divine Forms.

At that time, the Black Abyss Emperor would possess 6 great True Spirit manifestations, and his combat prowess would directly touch upon the Quasi-Sage Realm.

If the Black Abyss Emperor could cultivate the ninth revolution on this foundation, he would be able to master the 9 Divine Forms of the True Spirits.

At that time, the Black Abyss Emperor, having unified the forms of the 9 True Spirits, could wield power surpassing the authority of the Dao. He possessed invincible combat prowess at the Quasi-Sage Realm, even gaining the qualification to challenge the Primordial Heavenly Emperor.

Alas, cultivating the ninth revolution of the 9 Revolutions Heaven Art was destined to be an incomparably arduous endeavor.

Whether the Black Abyss Emperor could reach this step required not only vast resources but also sufficient potential and serendipity.

However, given the potential of Emperor Heiyuan, the likelihood of him achieving the Eighth Revolution would be considerable if sufficient resources were available....

At this thought, Eldrin still spoke up: "Your Majesty, since you are venturing into the Chaotic Desolate Sea, are you confident of returning safely?"

The Black Abyss Emperor pondered briefly before speaking, "With my current strength, so long as I don’t encounter any foes at the Quasi-Saint realm, my safety should be assured."

"What I fear most is losing our way and having our minds eroded by the Chaos Desolate Sea, ultimately devolving into mindless Chaos Fiends."

As he spoke, the Black Abyss Emperor smiled again and said, "You need not worry. Those of us who seek the Dao are like mortal climbers scaling a mountain—we must inevitably tread winding paths."

Eldrin remained silent for a long while, deeply moved within.

For many years, this Great Emperor had watched over him with unwavering care, even going so far as to personally intimidate the Pure Yang Emperor to ensure his protection.

Now that he was about to set foot into the Chaotic Abyssal Sea, Eldrin (Person Name) felt a surge of emotion welling within his heart.

After much deliberation, Eldrin finally retrieved from his sleeve a battle armor covered in sword and blade marks, presenting it before the Black Abyss Emperor.

"This is... the Indestructible Battle Attire?"

The Black Abyss Emperor's expression shifted slightly, a trace of astonishment flickering across his face.

Eldrin (Person Name) nodded and said, "This Indestructible Battle Attire was obtained from the Celestial Emperor's Treasury."

"This treasure's defensive capabilities rank among the pinnacle of Innate Supreme Treasures, exhibiting remarkable resistance against the corrosive energies of the Primordial Chaos Sea. Should Your Majesty venture into the Chaotic Expanse, it would serve as the ultimate protective artifact."

The Black Abyss Emperor, however, hastily shook his head and firmly declined, "I have heard of the Indestructible Battle Garb as well, but a treasure of this caliber is far too precious. You should keep it on your person for protection."

Eldrin shook his head and said, "My Chaos Indestructible Body possesses remarkable resistance to the Chaos Desolate Sea, so this object holds little practical value for me."

"Moreover, only those with formidable physical bodies can unleash the true power of the Indestructible Battle Attire."

"Only with Your Majesty's Primordial Chaos Body can the full power of this treasure be unleashed."

Eldrin chuckled softly as he spoke. "How about this—I shall lend this battle armor to Your Majesty for your expedition into the Chaotic Desolate Sea. In return, you need only grant me 10 percent of any treasures acquired."

The Black Abyss Emperor's eyes lit up, and he decisively declared, "How could a mere 10 percent suffice? I shall grant you 30 percent instead."

"This..."

Eldrin hesitated, feeling that taking a 30 percent share was rather excessive. After all, the Black Abyss Emperor had risked his life exploring the Chaotic Desolate Sea. For him to merely lend a single Primordial Supreme Treasure and claim such a substantial portion seemed inappropriate.

Seeing this, Emperor Black Abyss said with a light laugh, "Worry not. This Indestructible Battle Attire can amplify my combat power by 32,000-fold."

"This treasure provides peerless defense, while my Black Abyss Emperor Spear offers unrivaled offensive power. When combined, they shall greatly enhance my strength. Even when facing a Demi-Saint, I should possess some ability to protect myself."

Eldrin (Person Name) nodded upon hearing this and said with a smile, "Then I shall assist Your Majesty in returning with a full harvest."

The Black Abyss Emperor nodded slightly and rose to his feet. "This journey into the Chaos Sea," he declared, "should conclude without incident. I shall return within 10 kalpas."

"You shall remain in the Guixu Immortal Domain and await my good news."

With these words, the Black Abyss Emperor tore through the firmament and vanished into the endless chaos.

"Senior."

Eldrin was about to speak further when he noticed the Black Abyss Emperor had already departed.

Little did he expect Emperor Black Abyss to be so decisive. Eldrin could not help but wear a bitter smile. With no other choice, he departed from the Black Abyss Heaven and returned to the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss.

At this moment, the Great Luo Golden Immortals of the Void Return Celestial Realm had returned, and the Celestial Court’s rewards for the Chen Immortal Clan (Organization) had already been issued.

Eldrin then convened the various Great Luo elders of the Chen Clan to commence an assembly within the Hall of the Returning Abyss.

In the grand hall, Eldrin gazed upon the gathered Great Luo Golden Immortals and slowly exhaled a breath.

This time, the War to Seize the Heavens lasted for a full 8 kalpas, and the 3 overlords all paid no small price.

Among the human race alone, over 30 Chaos Emperor Lords had their physical bodies destroyed, while among the demon race, more than 50 Chaos Emperor Lords suffered the same fate.

Among the Hunyuan Emperors on both sides, over a dozen were suppressed within the Solar Golden Pagoda or the Abyssal Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, only to be released during the final prisoner exchange.

Overall, both the human and deity races suffered a devastating blow.

The human race lost the White Tiger Star Domain, while the divine race not only forfeited the Vermilion Bird Star Domain, but even 1 of their Divine Kings—the Southern Li Divine King—met complete annihilation.

It must be known that the vast God Clan possessed only 30-6 Divine Monarchs in total. The weakest among them had attained at least the late-stage Primordial Chaos Emperor realm, and each was a being whose might shook the vast primordial chaos.

After this battle, only 30-5 peerless Divine Kings remained among the God Tribe.

And the completely fallen Southern Li Divine King was among the finest of the 30-6 Divine Kings, a being whose cultivation had reached the eighth level of the Primordial Chaos Emperor.

Fortunately, although the human and god races suffered heavy losses, the Chen Immortal Clan (Organization) did not sustain significant damage.

After all, the demon clan's assault on the Southern Dipper's 6 stars was merely a feint, not deploying any significant force. Yet every member of the Chen Immortal Clan (Organization) proved to be anything but easy opponents.

In this battle, the Chen Immortal Clan (Organization) not only avoided devastating losses, but also slew numerous formidable enemies during the war.

The greatest gain was that the various Great Luo Golden Immortals of the Chen Clan had been continuously tempered in the great war, their foundations becoming incomparably solid.

Each of them had fought at least several 100 battles, using the great wars to consolidate their foundations while also receiving vast resources bestowed by the Celestial Court.

With these resources, the Chen clansmen's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. Now, nearly all of the family's Great Perfection Golden Immortals had broken through to the late Great Perfection Golden Immortal stage.

Even those who had attained the Dao latest, like Yan Jinghan and others, had honed their skills through 7 or 8 kalpas of trials. Bolstered by the resources of the Great Luo Realm, their cultivation had now stepped into the 7th Layer of the Golden Immortal of the Great Luo.

Meanwhile, Lyra (Person Name) and the others who had begun cultivating earlier had also made tremendous progress in their cultivation. Unbeknownst to them, they had already stepped into the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Moreover, following the war, the Chen Immortal Clan seized the opportunity to sell large quantities of 10 Revolutions Immortal Pills, intended for the various Immortal Monarchs of the Celestial Court to nurture their Celestial Soldiers and Generals.

With these 10 Revolutions Immortal Pills, the Chen Immortal Clan also amassed vast resources, among which the Innate Indestructible Spiritual Light alone numbered over a 1000 streaks.

This immense wealth of resources was also 1 of the reasons why everyone's cultivation could advance by leaps and bounds.

"This tribulation, the military merits we've gained, combined with the proceeds from selling the 10 Revolutions Immortal Pill, have brought us treasures whose total value exceeds 3,000 strands of innate indestructible numinous light."

In the grand hall, Lior finished tallying the recovered items and handed the inventory list to Eldrin.

Eldrin glanced over and gave a satisfied nod.

With this batch of resources, combined with what was previously obtained from the Celestial Emperor's treasury, the clan would be able to sustain rapid cultivation for 10 kalpas to come.

After 10 kalpas, Eldrin estimated that among the family's current batch of 20 Great Perfected Golden Immortals, their average cultivation realm should have reached the 8th or 9th tier of Great Perfected Golden Immortal. Moreover, at least a dozen or so among them would likely have attained the Great Perfected Golden Immortal consummation stage.

By that time, Eldrin had achieved enlightenment in less than 30 kalpas.

In less than 30 kalpas, they had nurtured over a dozen Great Perfection Golden Immortals. Such foundation alone was astonishing beyond measure. 39,314,630.

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain range, howling like countless vengeful spirits. Snowflakes danced wildly in the air, blanketing the jagged peaks in a layer of pristine white. At the summit of the highest mountain, a lone figure sat cross-legged upon a massive bluestone, motionless as if carved from ice. Lin Feng's robes were tattered, his face pale as paper, yet his eyes shone with an unnaturally bright light. He had been meditating here for 3 full days and nights, channeling the last vestiges of his spiritual power to resist the bone-chilling cold. "Just a bit more... just a bit more..." he murmured through blue-tinged lips, his voice barely a whisper against the wind. Suddenly, the jade pendant hanging at his chest began to glow with a soft green light. Lin Feng's eyes snapped open, a flicker of hope igniting within them. He carefully produced a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, his movements deliberate despite his trembling fingers. Inside the bottle rested a single Foundation Establishment Pill (Elixir), its surface shimmering with spiritual energy. This was his last hope, the culmination of 10 years of arduous cultivation and countless tribulations. "30-2 1000 spirit stones... all for this moment," he whispered, recalling the exorbitant price he had paid at the auction house. Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng swallowed the pill in 1 gulp. A surge of scorching heat immediately spread through his meridians, so intense it felt as though his very blood was boiling. He gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists. The spiritual energy within him began to churn violently, swirling like a maelstrom. The snow around him started to melt, steam rising from the bluestone in thick clouds. The wind itself seemed to recoil from the power radiating from his body. For thousands of years, countless cultivators had attempted this breakthrough, yet few succeeded. The path of cultivation was fraught with peril, each step potentially leading to utter ruin. Suddenly, the sky darkened. Ominous black clouds gathered overhead, swirling into a massive vortex. Bolts of purple lightning snaked within the clouds, their menacing crackle echoing through the mountains. "Heavenly Tribulation!" Lin Feng's expression shifted from pain to grim determination. This was the final test, the moment that would determine whether he would ascend to the next realm or be reduced to ashes. The first bolt of lightning struck with earth-shattering force, illuminating the entire mountain in blinding white light. Lin Feng roared defiantly, summoning all his spiritual power to form a protective barrier around himself. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, shattering nearby boulders into dust. Lin Feng felt as though every bone in his body had been crushed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. But he had no time to recover. The second bolt was already gathering, larger and more terrifying than the first. The purple lightning coalesced into a colossal dragon, its roar shaking the very foundations of the mountain. At this critical moment, a memory flashed through Lin Feng's mind—a tattered manual he had found in a remote cave years ago. The "9 Revolutions Profound Art" (Cultivation Method) he had practiced for over a decade contained a secret technique for such desperate situations. Without hesitation, he formed a series of complex hand seals, his fingers moving with practiced precision. The spiritual energy around him began to rotate in 9 distinct layers, each revolution generating increasingly powerful waves of energy. "9 Revolutions Return to Origin!" he shouted, his voice now clear and resonant. The 9 layers of spiritual energy merged into a brilliant sphere of light, shooting upward to meet the descending lightning dragon. The collision created an explosion that lit up the sky for miles around, the resulting shockwave flattening the snow for hundreds of feet in every direction. When the light finally faded, the dark clouds began to disperse. Sunbeams broke through the gloom, illuminating the devastated mountaintop. Lin Feng remained seated on the bluestone, his body covered in wounds but his eyes shining brighter than ever. A faint golden aura surrounded him, the unmistakable sign of a successful breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment stage. He slowly rose to his feet, his movements now fluid and powerful. Looking at his hands, he could feel the tremendous spiritual energy coursing through his newly forged meridians. "1 100 years," he whispered, a rare smile touching his lips. "1 100 years of struggle, and I've finally done it." His gaze turned toward the distant horizon, where the legendary Central Plains stretched beyond the mountains. A new chapter in his cultivation journey was about to begin, filled with unknown challenges and opportunities. But for now, he simply stood there, savoring the hard-won tranquility after the storm. The snow had begun to fall again, gently covering the scars of battle, as if nature itself was acknowledging the birth of a new Foundation Establishment cultivator.