Chapter 2091 : The Method of Dream Cycle

Eldrin even suspected that this Dao Ancestor Taihu, if not already a half-step Dao Unification Supreme, was likely not far from reaching that realm.

With this thought in mind, Eldrin contemplated briefly before speaking candidly, "I intend to use this gesture to forge an alliance with the Primordial Lineage of the Great Kettle Domain."

"An alliance?"

The gaze of Patriarch Taihu flickered slightly, then he shook his head after a moment. "Our Primordial Domain of Taihu has always refrained from interfering in external conflicts and has no desire to involve itself in the struggles between major factions."

"Therefore, let us speak no more of forming an alliance."

Hearing this, Eldrin felt his heart sink slightly, and he largely grasped the thoughts of Ancestor Taihu.

The Path of Spiritual Treasure Enlightenment stands unique, as its practitioners are all Chaos Spiritual Treasures that have taken human form. In theory, they can still be refined into Chaos Spiritual Treasures with even greater growth potential.

Thus, the various Chaos Heavenly Emperors of the Primordial Dao Ancestor lineage had always been coveted by powerful foes across all realms.

For this reason, the Taihu lineage had remained exceedingly low-key over the years, deliberately avoiding entanglement in any conflicts.

Thus, even with a Chaos Spiritual Treasure embryo, the Ancestor of the Great Kettle was unwilling to be easily drawn into the conflict.

At this thought, Eldrin fell into a brief contemplation before speaking, "Esteemed Senior need not worry overmuch. The terms of this alliance pact can indeed be revised."

"Oh?"

The Grand Elder of the Taiji Dao shifted his gaze slightly, refraining from verbal inquiry as he patiently awaited Eldrin's words.

Eldrin paused briefly in contemplation before speaking, "How about we alter the terms? When I initiate combat with others, the Taihu lineage may refrain from intervening."

"But if I were in peril, Senior, would you do your utmost to lend aid?"

Upon hearing this, the Grand Primordial Elder of the Taihu lineage fell into a brief, contemplative silence.

Although both were alliances, the 2 situations were vastly different.

After all, if it were a full offensive and defensive alliance, she would have to participate in the wars initiated by Eldrin (Person Name). However, if the agreement only required assistance in times of crisis, the situation facing the Taihu lineage would be far more manageable.

At this thought, the Grand Potence Dao Ancestor mused and said, "So long as you do not face a Supremacy of Unioned Dao directly, we shall endeavor to lend our aid when you encounter peril."

"Very well."

Eldrin nodded in agreement with the words of Grand Daoist Taihu.

After all, the Taihu lineage possessed 6 Great Emperors, and it was highly probable they would soon have 8, offering immense assistance.

Seeing that Eldrin agreed, Patriarch Taihu couldn't help but smile as he said, "Of course, we won't let you suffer a loss either."

"Very well, I shall add another portion of Primal Chaos Spirit Treasure to exchange for this 10 1000 Phoenix Bell."

With these words, Grandmaster Taihu brought out several Chaos Spiritual Treasures, allowing Eldrin (Person Name) to choose 1 for himself.

Eldrin glanced over the treasures, his gaze lingering on a stone brimming with primordial essence. A flicker of delight crossed his expression as he said, "My gratitude, then."

"This Primal Dao Stone is of immense use to me, so I shall gratefully accept it."

The Dao Ancestor of the Great Pot nodded slightly, then casually tossed the Primordial Dao Stone to Eldrin (Person Name). Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, he added thoughtfully:

"I know Your Excellency has lofty aspirations, but the Ultimate Divine Form is exceedingly difficult to cultivate."

"Now that the Abyss is soon to calm, should the moment of necessity arrive, 1 must still act within their means."

"Many thanks for your guidance, Senior."

Eldrin (Person Name) gave a slight nod and immediately cupped his hands in gratitude.

Seeing this, the Grand Gourd Dao Ancestor said no more and ultimately forged a pact of mutual assistance with Eldrin.

After completing all this, Eldrin (Person Name) quietly returned to the Primal Immortal Realm.

After returning to the Primordial Immortal Realm, Eldrin took out the Primordial Dao Stone in his hand and fell into deep contemplation.

To this day, he had cultivated 2 of the 4 ultimate divine patterns: Chaos and the Returning Abyss.

Within it, the Chaos Divine Pattern had already transformed into a Chaos Divine Form, while the remaining 3 divine forms—Nirvana, Spacetime, and Annihilation—had yet to be cultivated into Chaos Divine Forms.

To cultivate the ultimate divine form, 1 must possess a Chaos Spiritual Treasure that aligns with their elemental affinity.

Whether it be the Time-Space, the Returning Abyss, or the Destruction attribute, all Chaos Spiritual Treasures are the rarest of their kind. Gathering them is a feat as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

The optimal approach remained to use the Primordial Dao Stone as the foundation, coupled with sufficient serendipity, to ensure adequate certainty of successfully refining it.

"With this 1, I now possess 2 Origin Dao Stones."

Among them, the Chaos Spiritual Treasure of the Nihility attribute was relatively manageable. With the aid of the Nihility Pearl, there was a possibility of successfully refining it by seizing the precise moment when a primordial immortal realm descended into nihility.

"However, to forge a Chaos Spiritual Treasure of the destruction attribute, 1 would likely require a trace of karmic imprint from a supreme destruction treasure."

Eldrin murmured inwardly, lost in deep contemplation.

Within the chaos, there existed only 1 supreme treasure of destruction—the Blade of Annihilation, 1 of the peerless Chaos Treasures.

Such a supreme treasure must, at the very least, be wielded by an unparalleled existence at the realm of Chaos Lord. How could Eldrin (Person Name), utterly unqualified to even approach it, possibly seize a sliver of destruction's opportunity?

"Perhaps there is only that 1 method left to employ."

Eldrin murmured in his heart, yet quickly shook his head.

In truth, there remained 1 opportunity for annihilation—to return tens of thousands of kalpas ago, to the very moment the primordial realm of the immortal cosmos was obliterated.

If Eldrin (Person Name) were to travel upstream through the river of time and face the strike of the Annihilation Blade head-on, he might grasp a sliver of hope to comprehend a trace of the essence of annihilation.

The Blade of Annihilation was far too terrifying, especially as it was now wielded personally by the Chaos Sovereign.

Given his current level of cultivation, facing the Blade of Annihilation head-on would be virtually indistinguishable from seeking death.

Even with the protection of the Abyssal Divine Runes, Eldrin dared not claim the slightest hope of survival.

This was a path of certain death, 1 that Eldrin would never risk unless he was truly left with no other choice.

"Enough. The most pressing matter now is to focus on my cultivation."

After pondering for a long while, Eldrin shook his head and suppressed the thought.

Eldrin then resumed his secluded cultivation, simultaneously deducing the path of the Sacrificial Dao while consolidating his foundation to prepare for his breakthrough into the Chaos Heavenly Emperor.

Thus time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of kalpas had passed.

Until this day, Eldrin suddenly sensed an overwhelmingly powerful aura emerging, and as it did, the divine form of the Path of Self-Offering began to undergo continuous metamorphosis.

At last, upon the magnificent Sacrificial Dao, a new divine form of the Great Dao took shape.

The Great Dao of Limitlessness.

Gazing upon the Sacrificial Dao Path with its 10 great divine forms of the Grand Dao, Eldrin felt a faint tremor in his heart, a trace of delight surfacing on his face.

After all these years, the Emperors of the Path of Self-Offering had finally reached the full count of 9, allowing the Path of Self-Offering to completely shatter its limits and ascend to the realm of the Infinite Dao.

At this thought, Eldrin sensed inwardly and then said with a smile, "So it was Yinghui who achieved a breakthrough."

Over the years, the ranks of Emperors in the Sacrificial Dao lineage had swelled. As Eldrin's seventh disciple, Ye Yinghui was considered 1 of the slower ones to break through.

Her senior brothers, including Ye Qingfeng (Person Name), Lu Wenyuan (Person Name), and Yuanmie (Person Name), had achieved their breakthroughs much earlier. They had already ascended to the rank of Great Emperor dozens of kalpas ago.

Ye Yinghui had delayed for far too long. His swift breakthrough to the Great Emperor realm was primarily due to the empowerment of the Chaos Ancestral Vein in the nascent Primordial Domain.

At this thought, Eldrin hurried out of his secluded cultivation chamber and asked Lyra, "What is the situation over in the Primordial Wilderness Domain?"

Lyra (Person Name), being deeply knowledgeable about this, couldn't help but smile as she remarked, "They have accumulated profound foundations and should be not far from reaching the Quasi-Saint realm."

Eldrin gave an approving nod at the sight, then turned to Lyra and inquired, "I see your cultivation foundation is remarkably solid. When do you intend to attempt the next breakthrough?"

Lyra shook her head, then spoke softly, "My Dao is exceptionally arduous. To set foot in the Quasi-Sage Realm, I fear the journey ahead spans a vast expanse of time."

Hearing her words, Eldrin also nodded in agreement.

Lyra (Person Name) also cultivated 5 Great Daos simultaneously. Although her Great Dao was not the Primordial Chaos Dao, it remained 1 of the most supreme Daos.

While simultaneously cultivating 5 Great Daos, the difficulty of achieving Dao Dominion remained immense for her.

Therefore, for Lyra (Person Name), the best approach remained to first cultivate into a Soul Dao Heavenly Emperor before breaking through her own Path Mastery cultivation.

In truth, this was precisely how Lyra had spent these years—devoting the greater part of her energy to cultivating her primordial spirit.

Through continuous cultivation of the 9 Souls Ancient Scroll, Lyra had achieved 9 avatars at the Mixed Origin Emperor realm, with 1 even stepping into the late-stage realm.

According to Lyra's own plan, she intended to accumulate sufficient foundational resources. Once she had cultivated all 9 Emperor-grade soul fragments, she would directly merge these great primordial spirits to break through to the realm of Soul Path Celestial Emperor.

Should this endeavor succeed, she would not only stand out among the Soul Path Celestial Emperors, but the challenges on her path of mastering the Dao would also be effortlessly resolved.

After realizing this, Eldrin couldn't help but murmur thoughtfully, "Although the 9 Souls Ancient Scroll is profoundly mysterious, its requirements are exceedingly stringent."

"To cultivate a soul fragment capable of reaching the 9 Sovereign Great Emperor realm is a feat nearly as impossible as an ant scaling the heavens."

"To achieve your aspirations, my lady, you must first assimilate the essence of hundreds of canonical texts in accordance with your own circumstances."

Lyra nodded slightly, yet her brow furrowed subtly as she remarked, "I have studied the 3 Soul Ancient Tome, comprehended the 9 Soul Ancient Scroll, and perused countless scriptures from various schools of thought."

"Yet these 2 great Chaos Heavenly Tomes have already reached a state of flawless perfection, making it difficult for me to surpass the masters who came before."

Eldrin (Person Name) chuckled softly before speaking, "In my view, there has never been a perfect Dao in this world. Only what suits 1 best can be truly formidable."

"Something that suits me?" Lyra (Person Name) murmured softly, a contemplative expression gracing her features as she fell into deep thought.

Eldrin (Person Name) gave a slight nod and declared, "Those who learn from me shall thrive, but those who merely imitate me shall perish."

"If we cultivate the 9 Souls Ancient Tome, we shall never surpass its creator in our entire lifetime."

"Only by extracting the essence and integrating it into 1's own path, transforming it into what suits oneself best, can 1 hope to rival that 9-Soul Heavenly Emperor."

"Transformed to suit oneself?"

Lyra murmured to herself, lost in deep contemplation.

Eldrin gave a slight nod, a trace of amusement in his voice. "Let us join forces to perfect the Soul Path Heavenly Emperor Method together."

In the years that followed, Eldrin and Lyra began working together to refine the Soul Emperor's Method.

They verified and enlightened each other, drawing wisdom from the 2 great heavenly scriptures of soul cultivation, and each forged their own distinct paths.

Drawing upon the profound mysteries of the 9 Souls Ancient Tome, Lyra (Person Name) pioneered the unique path of the Pure Yin Primordial Spirit.

She divided her 5 Great Daos of cultivation, using the 5 divine forms of the Great Dao as a foundation, and fused them into her divided primordial spirit, ultimately cultivating 5 supremely powerful avatars.

These 5 Great Daos were none other than the 5 supreme Great Daos: the Celestial Unity True Water, the Grand Yin Immortal Gold, the Profound Yin Divine Wood, the 6 Yin Immortal Fire, and the 9 Yin Frigid Earth.

Such a supreme divine form of the Great Dao, when fused with the split soul, created an incarnation with talent comparable to the most supreme Great Emperor, completely resolving the inherent weakness of the split soul’s inadequate aptitude.

Previously, the most Lyra (Person Name) had ever achieved was splitting her soul into 9 distinct avatars. Cultivating them to the Middle Stage of the Chaos Origin Emperor Monarch had essentially exhausted her potential.

But now, with the integration of the 5 divine forms of the Great Dao, these 5 divided souls could not only cultivate to the realm of the Great Emperor but also possessed the potential to step into the quasi-sage realm.

In other words, theoretically under extreme circumstances, Lyra (Person Name) could possess up to 5 top-tier sub-souls at the quasi-saint level.

"By merging the split soul with the foundation of the Great Dao, 1 may compensate for innate inadequacies."

"The Lady has devised this technique. It seems attaining the Dao and becoming the Soul Dao Celestial Emperor in the future will undoubtedly be within her grasp."

眼看Lyra (Person Name)以九魂古卷为根基，结合自身创出了一套至高妙法，Eldrin (Person Name)也不由浮现了一丝欣慰之色。

Lyra smiled, a note of joy coloring her voice as she said, "Had it not been for your guidance, my love, I might never have found this path so perfectly suited to me."

"Moreover, this method seems exceptionally suited for you, my husband."

Eldrin nodded involuntarily, acknowledging the validity of Lyra's words.

The soul-splitting technique created by Lyra (Person Name) integrates the achieved divine forms of the Great Dao, thereby resolving the issue of innate inadequacy.

To cultivate this art, 1 must have achieved mastery over more than a single Great Dao. Eldrin, who had comprehended 5 Ultimate Great Daos, was naturally suited to practice this scripture.

Yet Eldrin (Person Name) slightly furrowed his brow, showing no trace of delight. Instead, he sank into pensive contemplation.

Seeing this, Lyra (Person Name) couldn't help but ask, "Husband, is your cultivation method still difficult to perfect completely?"

"Hmm."

Eldrin nodded, his expression turning grave.

He sought to merge the method of enlightenment through dreams, the path of the mortal realm's dream butterfly, and the art of soul division, in order to create a technique that could cultivate the soul through division within dreams.

In Eldrin's (Person Name) initial conception, the Dreamwalking Path Realization Art was fundamentally a supreme method for cultivating the primordial soul. When combined with the Soul Partitioning Art, it should have formed a perfect union.

Yet for some reason, Eldrin (Person Name) consistently struggled to succeed, feeling as though something crucial was still missing.

At this thought, Eldrin calculated with his fingers for a long while before finally speaking: "The method I created combines the Dreamwalking Enlightenment Art with the wondrous Soul Division technique."

This can be called the Path of Dream Cycle, capable of cultivating for a 1000 years within a single night's dream. Through this practice, 1 may transcend temporal constraints and rapidly forge the ultimate Split Soul.

"However, to cultivate this method, 1 still lacks a strand of reincarnation power. Only by mastering the Reincarnation Dao at the Chaos level can the 2 be completely fused as 1."

"Alternatively, obtaining a Chaos-grade treasure of reincarnation might barely allow 1 to cultivate this method."

Eldrin spoke in a measured tone, eventually concluding with a trace of gravity, "It seems this method can only be shelved for the time being."

Seeing this, Lyra (Person Name) sighed with regret and said, "Such a marvelous method is the essence of the Dreamwalking Enlightenment and the 9 Souls Ancient Scroll combined."

"If 1 could truly master this cultivation, it would likely possess the potential to reach the third realm of Chaos."

Chapter 1 The biting mountain wind whipped across the cliffside, carrying with it the faint, ethereal mist that perpetually shrouded the Cloudy Summit. Lin Feng sat cross-legged on a worn stone platform, his simple blue robes fluttering gently. His eyes were closed, his breathing a steady, rhythmic cycle. He had been stuck at the 7th level of Qi Condensation for 3 years. To the countless outer sect disciples of the Azure Mist Sect, this was an unremarkable, almost expected stagnation. But for Lin Feng, each passing day was a silent torment. He focused inward, guiding the faint stream of spiritual energy through his meridians according to the "Basic Cloud Ascension Art". The energy moved sluggishly, like mud flowing through a narrow, silted-up creek. A deep frustration welled up within him. 'A dozen or more attempts today, and still no progress,' he thought, a bitter taste in his mouth. 'My spiritual root is just too weak.' Suddenly, a sharp, mocking voice cut through his concentration. "Well, if it isn't Senior Brother Lin! Still diligently cultivating, I see? Don't waste the sect's spiritual energy. Someone with your talent would be better off chopping firewood." Lin Feng's eyes snapped open. Standing before him was Zhao Gang, a burly disciple who had entered the sect at the same time as him but had already reached the 9th level of Qi Condensation. Zhao Gang's face was twisted in a condescending smirk. In his hand, he casually tossed and caught a mid-grade spirit stone, its glow a stark reminder of the resources Lin Feng lacked. Lin Feng's knuckles turned white where he gripped his knees, but his voice was calm. "What do you want, Zhao Gang?" "Oh, nothing much," Zhao Gang sneered, taking a step closer. "I just heard you received your monthly stipend. 5 whole low-grade spirit stones, was it? A princely sum for someone like you. How about you... lend them to me? I'm close to a breakthrough and could use a little extra." The threat in his voice was palpable. A cold fury surged through Lin Feng. Those 5 spirit stones were his only means of purchasing the most basic Qi Gathering Pills. Without them, his cultivation would grind to a complete halt. He knew this wasn't a request; it was an outright robbery, a common practice where the strong preyed on the weak. "I need them for my own cultivation," Lin Feng stated flatly, rising to his feet. The movement was fluid, belying the tension coiling within him. Zhao Gang's smirk vanished, replaced by a flash of anger. "You dare refuse me?" Without another word, he lunged forward, his right fist engulfed in a faint red glow—the sign of the elementary "Mountain Splitting Fist" technique. The air whistled as his fist shot towards Lin Feng's chest. Time seemed to slow. Lin Feng's mind, honed by years of repetitive, fruitless cultivation, became preternaturally clear. He saw the trajectory of the punch, the arrogance in Zhao Gang's eyes. Instinct took over. He shifted his weight slightly, the fist grazing past his robe. Simultaneously, his own hand shot out, not with brute force, but with precise timing, his fingers striking a specific point on Zhao Gang's wrist. "Ah!" Zhao Gang cried out in shock and pain, his arm going numb. The spirit stone clattered onto the stone platform. He stared at Lin Feng, his face a mixture of disbelief and rage. "You... how...?" Lin Feng stood his ground, his breathing only slightly elevated. He said nothing, merely meeting Zhao Gang's gaze. The moment stretched, filled with the howling wind and unspoken threats. Zhao Gang, cradling his wrist, finally snarled, "This isn't over, trash!" He snatched his spirit stone from the ground and stalked away, his pride wounded far more than his body. Alone again, Lin Feng let out a long, slow breath. The confrontation had drained him. He looked down at his own hands, then towards the endless sea of clouds below the cliff. A profound sense of powerlessness washed over him. In this world, strength was everything. Without it, you were nothing but an ant, to be trampled upon at will. He reached into his robe and pulled out a small, worn pouch. Untying it, he poured the contents onto his palm. 5 dull, pebble-like low-grade spirit stones. They contained just enough energy for a few more days of arduous cultivation. 'Is this my limit?' he wondered, his gaze drifting towards the majestic, cloud-piercing main peaks where the inner sect disciples and Elders resided. They lived in a different world, 1 of abundant resources and profound techniques. A world he could only glimpse from afar. Clenching the stones tightly in his fist, a stubborn fire ignited in his deep, dark eyes. 'No,' he vowed silently to the vast heavens. 'I will not accept this. There must be a way.' Little did he know, that the strange, instinctual movement he had used to deflect Zhao Gang's attack was not born from the "Basic Cloud Ascension Art". It was a faint, almost imperceptible whisper of something else, something sleeping deep within his soul, waiting for the right moment to awaken.