Chapter 2096 : Forging the Dao Heaven, Nameless Dao Ancestor

"Very well, let us venture inside and give it a try."

Black Abyss Demi-Saint nodded and immediately strode toward the Abyssal Cauldron.

Eldrin walked shoulder to shoulder with him, yet the moment they stepped within the range of the Abyssal Cauldron, an overwhelming force surged forth like a cataclysm.

It was an all-encompassing pressure, as if hundreds of millions of cosmic realms were bearing down upon Eldrin. Even with his invincible Chaos Body, he could distinctly feel the immense weight pressing upon him.

Fortunately, Eldrin (Person Name) possessed a physique comparable to the Celestial Emperor's, enabling him to withstand such pressure without facing mortal danger.

However, the Eldrin (Person Name) beside him was already struggling to hold his ground, the overwhelming pressure making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Hold on, Senior."

Witnessing this scene, Eldrin spoke with utmost gravity in his voice.

The Dark Abyss Paragon clenched his jaw, forcibly pushing the Chaos Divine Form to its absolute limit. The other 8 Quasi-Ultimate Divine Forms continuously circled and danced around him, nearly fusing into 1 complete entity.

Yet even so, he could barely withstand the crushing pressure of the Abyssal Cauldron, teetering on the brink of sustaining devastating injuries.

At the critical moment, the Black Abyss Demi-Saint channeled the 9 Revolutions Heavenly Art, using it to command the 9 Great Divine Forms, barely withstanding the overwhelming pressure of this place.

Seeing this, Eldrin (Person Name) immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the Black Abyss Demi-Saint was unharmed, Eldrin also focused his efforts on cultivation.

Within the Abyssal Cauldron existed boundless pressure, making it a supreme cultivation ground even for the Primordial Chaos Celestial Emperor. Naturally, Eldrin had no intention of abandoning this opportunity.

At this moment, he was seen sitting cross-legged within the Abyssal Cauldron, the Chaos Cauldron—his sole divine form—and the ultimate divine form, the Chaos Pearl, continuously rising and falling around him, radiating supreme, transcendent power.

Seizing this opportunity, Eldrin continuously confronted the Abyssal Cauldron with his 2 divine forms. As time passed, his mastery over these 2 divine forms had improved tremendously.

Until several kalpas had passed, Eldrin opened his eyes once more from secluded cultivation, a faint smile gleaming in his gaze.

"I've reached my limit."

Eldrin murmured softly, a colossal Chaos Cauldron slowly revolving before him. Within the cauldron, a Chaos Pearl floated and submerged rhythmically, an arcane connection visibly forming between the 2.

It turned out that during this seclusion, although Eldrin had not broken through his physical limits once more, he had taken the opportunity to fully master 2 great divine forms.

At this moment, the sole divine form ‘Chaos Cauldron’ and the ultimate divine form ‘Chaos Pearl’ merged together, transforming into the ‘Pearl within the Cauldron’. Their compatibility and power experienced yet another slight enhancement.

This breakthrough, while not something 1 would dare call monumental, nonetheless allowed Eldrin to advance a step further at the pinnacle of his cultivation. His physical combat prowess increased by approximately half a tenth.

"This is the absolute limit."

Eldrin murmured inwardly, then slowly rose from within the colossal Abyssal Cauldron.

He knew all too well that his strength had long reached its absolute limit. Even the power of the Abyssal Depths could not help him break through his boundaries once more. Thus, he saw no point in wasting further time in secluded cultivation.

After rising to his feet, Eldrin glanced at the Black Abyss Demi-Saint nearby and immediately noticed he remained in secluded cultivation, seemingly locked in a profound equilibrium with the Abyssal Cauldron.

Eldrin did not disturb him.

He knew full well that the suppression force of the Abyssal Giant Cauldron could push those who had achieved sainthood through physical cultivation to continuously approach—and even shatter—their limits. This represented a tremendous opportunity for the Sub-Sage of the Black Abyss.

Thus, Eldrin did not delay any further. He departed alone from the Abyssal Cauldron and began to explore the innermost treasure trove of the Abyssal Heaven.

It must be admitted that the Abyssal Heaven, 1 of the 9 Heavens forged by the Sky Crucible Grotto-Heaven, held within it treasures that were virtually inexhaustible.

Even Mixed Element Wonders could be seen everywhere here.

In the years that followed, Eldrin ceaselessly traversed the Abyssal Depths Heaven, embarking on the plunder of vast and varied resources.

Among these resources, Eldrin had plundered the most of the Abyssal God Iron.

Thus time flowed on, and when the period of 10 kalpas arrived, Eldrin (Person Name) had seized a full tens of thousands of blocks of Abyssal God Iron.

Although the grades of these Abyssal Godsteels varied, with the vast majority being at the Chaos-grade treasure level, there was no shortage of Abyssal Godsteels that had reached the Primordial Chaos-grade treasure level.

Eldrin took stock and discovered that among these pieces of Abyssal God Iron, 30-6 had reached the level of Chaos Treasures.

The Abyssal God-Iron was incomparably sturdy, with over a 1000 pieces of this divine iron—though not reaching the level of Chaos Treasures—possessing a hardness rivaling that of Innate Supreme Treasures.

Eldrin handed all of these Abyssal Godsteels to the Chaos Indestructible Iron to devour. After over a 1000 Abyssal Godsteels had been completely consumed, he noticed that the Chaos Indestructible Iron seemed to have undergone a certain metamorphosis.

After the transformation was complete, the Chaos Stubborn Iron seemed to have evolved in grade, likely reaching the realm of mid-grade Chaos Treasures.

A so-called mid-grade Chaos Wonder corresponds to a mid-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure, which aligns with the Dao Integration stage of the second realm of Chaos.

As a mid-grade Chaos Wonder, the Chaos Unyielding Iron was an exceptionally rare treasure. In terms of sheer durability alone, it far surpassed even mid-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasures.

To this, Eldrin continued his offerings, feeding dozens of Chaos-tier Abyssal Divine Iron pieces entirely to the Chaos Stubborn Iron.

The Chaos Unyielding Iron devoured all of the Abyssal God Iron without resistance, its indestructible nature imperceptibly growing even more formidable.

However, upon reaching this stage, the Primordial Chaos Iron seemed to have hit a bottleneck, with an insurmountable chasm still separating it from the final step.

"Has it not yet evolved into a top-grade Chaos Treasure?"

Seeing that the Chaos Stubborn Iron seemed impossible to break through, Eldrin’s brow furrowed slightly as he fell into hesitation.

He also possessed a piece of Abyssal Divine Iron of Chaos Spirit Treasure grade, forged through the infusion of Primordial Chaos Qi. Its resilience far surpassed that of any Abyssal Divine Iron of Chaos Rare Treasure grade.

If the Chaos Stubborn Iron were to devour the Abyssal God Iron, it would likely complete its final ultimate transformation and ascend into a high-grade Chaos Marvel.

However, this Primordial Chaos Iron was inherently indestructible, its resilience surpassing even that of the Abyssal God Iron of the same rank by more than tenfold.

Its grade has reached the pinnacle of mid-grade Chaos Oddities, and its sturdiness should be sufficient to rival that of ordinary high-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasures.

If the Primordial Chaos Unyielding Iron advanced further, it would evolve into a top-grade Primordial Chaos Treasure.

Unless the Primordial Chaos Sovereign were to intervene personally, even the most powerful Unity Supreme would be incapable of forging this piece of Primordial Chaos Iron into a divine weapon.

By that time, even Eldrin would likely be unable to refine this treasure.

At this thought, Eldrin fell into deep contemplation, a trace of hesitation flickering in his heart.

This piece of Abyssal God Iron was of extraordinary value—a Chaos Spiritual Treasure infused with Primordial Chaos Qi. If used to forge a Chaos Numinous Treasure, it could perhaps be refined into a Chaos Battle Attire.

Thus, Eldrin found himself wavering—should he feed it to the Chaos Raw Iron, or use it to refine the Chaos Battle Armor?

Just as Eldrin was hesitating, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss suddenly spoke: "All under heaven know that Chaos Immutable Iron is indestructible, yet it resists being imprinted with the patterns of the Dao of Chaos."

"Yet once the Chaos Immutable Iron gives birth to Dao Patterns, it shall inevitably manifest the supreme Great Dao that shakes the very foundations of chaos."

"And what's more..."

The Voice of the Abyssal Pearl paused briefly, then suddenly spoke: "If we can harness the power of a Chaos Supreme Treasure, it might not be impossible to forge this piece of Primordial Chaos Iron."

"I understand."

Eldrin gave a slight nod, and in that instant, an idea crystallized in his mind—a missing piece of his long-held plan finally falling into place.

He fed that piece of Abyssal Divine Iron to the Chaos Stubborn Iron, then slowly withdrew his consciousness.

Meanwhile, from the distant chaos, an immensely majestic aura swept forth.

Eldrin looked up to see the vast expanse of the Abyssal Heavens tremble violently. An immense force locked onto him, teleporting him through space and time.

He lifted his head and found himself standing before a magnificent ancient hall, surrounded by endless spiraling threads of chaotic dao, which coalesced into terrifyingly profound dao manifestations intertwining in all directions.

Within the great hall, an ancient tree weathered by time anchored the void. Each of its leaves was imprinted with chaotic Dao patterns, seemingly woven from infinite divine Dao runes.

“Cosmic Dao Tree, this must be the Dao-Forging Heaven.”

At the same moment, a voice came from beside Eldrin.

Eldrin turned to look and found that the Black Abyss Paragon, the Tianhuang Quasi-Emperor, and the Ancient Spirit Sovereign had all appeared by his side.

The 1 who spoke was the Primordial Spirit Emperor. A faint furrow appeared between her brows, tinged with a hint of delight as she said, "The Dao-Forging Heaven is the realm where the Dao is forged."

"This place is also the most coveted treasure land for those of us who wield the Dao."

Eldrin (Person Name) pondered briefly, his thoughts drifting to the circumstances of the Casting Dao Heaven.

Within the 4 heavens of the Heavenly Crucible Grotto-remains, the Abyssal Heaven forged the body, the Soul-Burying Heaven cultivated the spirit, and the Path-Forging Heaven served as the realm for cultivating the Dao.

The Tree of Myriad Heavens' Dao was a rare Chaos Spiritual Root.

Legend tells of the Cosmic World Tree bearing 108,000 leaves, each embodying a primordial Great Dao.

Most crucially, upon the Cosmic World Tree were imprinted the Chaos Daos of 7 Dao-Unification Supreme Ones and over a 100 Chaos Heavenly Emperors, containing a certain kind of supreme divine power.

When the master of a Dao arrives here, they may comprehend the great Dao power within the Cosmic World Tree, thereby refining and perfecting their own path of cultivation.

Deep within the Path-Forging Heaven resides a mid-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure known as the 'Chaos Mirror of Self-Reflection'. This scripture could mirror the Great Dao cultivated by powerful beings, deducing their flaws and shortcomings.

Throughout the ages, countless individuals have perfected their innate Dao through the aid of the 'Cosmic Dao Tree' and the 'Primordial Mirror of Self-Reflection', ultimately attaining the realm of the Primordial Heavenly Emperor.

It could be said that this Forging Dao Heaven was the most coveted treasure land for those who mastered the Dao.

At this thought, the Primordial Spirit Emperor couldn't help but sigh, "When I first glimpsed the Quasi-Sage Realm, I had only cultivated 5 Great Dao Divine Forms."

"Now, the reason I’ve successfully cultivated 7 Great Dao Divine Forms owes at least 70 percent of its success to the 13 times I’ve previously come to this Dao-Forging Heaven."

The Celestial Desolation Quasi-Emperor also nodded slightly, his tone tinged with emotion as he remarked, "The legacy of the Heavenly Crucible Grotto-Heaven remains 1 of the greatest opportunities across the 100 Domains of Blazing Central."

Eldrin gave a slight nod, a trace of reverence unconsciously coloring his expression.

Compared to the Profound Heaven Relic, which only selects seeds of Dao Union for training by weeding out those who are unqualified, the Heavenly Crucible Cave Heaven is remarkably lenient.

Had this Dao-Forging Heaven been part of any other Unity Dao faction, it would undoubtedly have been regarded as the most supreme secret sanctuary. Even if faced with utter annihilation, they would hardly have permitted so many Quasi-Sages to gather here for enlightenment.

This might be related to the Sky Furnace Grotto-Heaven's stronger foundation, but 1 must admit that the Sky Furnace Grotto-Heaven is indeed more generous.

At this thought, Eldrin could not help but speak: "Both of you have come to this Path-Forging Heaven a number of times before, so I presume you are well aware of the circumstances here."

Both of them gave a slight nod. The Ancient Spirit Emperor spoke, "The Dao-Forging Heaven is a place for enlightenment, yet it holds certain limitations. Do you see those meditation cushions?"

Prayer Mat?

Eldrin's gaze flickered slightly as he finally noticed the 3,000 meditation cushions arranged within the grand hall.

The Ancient Spirit Emperor observed this and continued, "Each time the Dao-Forging Heaven opens, there are only 3,000 meditation cushions—representing the slots to comprehend the Cosmic World Tree."

"If we wish to secure a spot, we must obtain 1 of the Enlightenment Cushions."

At this point, the Primordial Spirit Emperor spoke with a trace of solemnity, "If 1 lacks sufficient strength or destiny to claim a Seat of Enlightenment, they shall be expelled from the ruins by the Guardian Spirit."

Upon hearing this, Eldrin gave a slight nod. With his level of power, securing a spot was naturally a matter of course.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Desolation Quasi-Emperor nearby spoke again, "These Enlightenment Cushions also differ from 1 another. It is said that each carries blessings from the various Chaos Heavenly Emperors of the former Heavenly Furnace Grotto-Heaven."

Thus, the earlier 1 occupies the spirit fields, the greater the blessings they shall receive.

At the very front, 6 prayer mats were imbued with the blessings of 6 Dao-Unification Supreme Elders. If 1 could obtain their empowerment, the speed of enlightenment would be almost akin to advancing a 1000 miles in a single day.

Eldrin (Person Name) gave a slight nod upon hearing this, then exchanged a glance with the Black Abyss Demi-Saint.

Seeing this, the Black Abyss Demi-Saint spoke up, "In that case, why don't we seize the 6 meditation cushions at the very front?"

As the words faded, the Black Abyss Demi-Saint was the first to soar into the air, striding toward the grand hall.

At the same time, countless Demi-Sages throughout the void soared into the air, rushing toward those 3,000 meditation cushions.

Many self-aware Demi-Saints occupied the meditation cushions in the middle and rear sections, while numerous others engaged in fierce battles amongst themselves to seize these prized positions.

The Ancient Spirit Sovereign and the Heavenly Wastes Quasi-Sovereign joined forces, successfully securing the 2 central meditation cushions.

Eldrin and the Black Abyss Demi-Saint pressed forward without pause, arriving directly at the foremost section of the grand hall where the 6 core meditation mats were positioned.

But just at that moment, several familiar figures flew over together.

Chi Yang Fen Jin erupted with a forbidden divine ability, forcibly seizing 1 of the meditation mats. The Chaos Dragon Lord and the Crimson Phoenix Saintess were a step slower, claiming the second and third mats respectively.

Panhuang, the Primal Chaos Ape, and the Misty Sage swiftly claimed the remaining 3 spots.

Eldrin had arrived a step too late for the first time, further slowed by dragging the Black Abyss Demi-Saint along, and thus failed to secure 1 of the 6 meditation cushions.

However, he did not hesitate in the slightest. After sweeping his gaze across the 6 individuals, he directly kicked toward the Blazing Sun Incineration.

Caught completely off guard, Chi Yang Fen Jin was kicked straight off the meditation cushion.

"Brat of the Abyss, how dare you!"

Seeing Eldrin act so insolently, Chi Yan Fenjin was nearly driven mad with rage. He immediately summoned the Chaos Scorching Sky Spear and charged forward to attack.

Eldrin (Person Name) let out a cold sneer. With a wave of his hand, he directed Black Abyss Paragon to secure their position, then threw another horizontal punch. The sheer force sent Blazeheart Incinerator flying backward.

His eyes, blazing with the Scorching Central Incineration Qi, turned icy cold, nearly driving him into a frenzy on the spot.

"Enough!"

At that very moment, a voice echoed through the great hall, followed by an overwhelming Dao of Chaos that halted the 2 combatants.

Eldrin immediately halted and looked up toward the front of the hall. There, within the great hall, a Daoist robed in azure had appeared without notice.

The figure was enveloped by infinite Dao principles, making it impossible to discern His Hugo (Person Name).

Yet merely standing there sent chills through the hearts of these 3 1000 Sub-Sages, clearly surpassing what any ordinary Chaos Heavenly Emperor could achieve.

The azure-robed Taoist swept his gaze over the assembly before speaking with transcendent calm, "I am the Spirit of the Celestial Crucible Grotto-Heaven. Since you have been permitted to attend this Dao enlightenment, destiny has indeed favored your path."

"The seats are now set. Those who have failed to secure a place are simply destined to lack the fortune. You may all take your leave."

"Out?"

Chi Yang Fen Jin’s expression shifted abruptly, and he immediately retorted with indignation, "I do have a seat—it was only because of this vile schemer’s treachery that I lost it."

The Spirit of the Grotto-Heaven merely smiled and replied calmly, "Those who obtain but cannot claim a seat are naturally destined to meet yet fated to part. You should leave now."

As the words fell, the Cavern Heaven's Spirit flicked its sleeve, expelling Chi Yang Fen Jin in an instant.

After completing all of this, the Grotto-heaven Spirit turned to Eldrin (Person Name) and inquired, "Why haven't you left, sir?"

Eldrin did not answer immediately. He finally understood—the Celestial Crucible Realm valued fate and serendipity above all, while strength and innate talent were not essential.

No wonder that throughout the ages, whenever the Heavenly Crucible Secret Realm opened, there were always fortunate souls who soared to greatness overnight.

At this thought, Eldrin scanned his surroundings and noticed that before the 3,000 meditation mats, there was an exceptionally unique mat upon the main seat—1 that no 1 dared to occupy.

Without hesitation, he inquired directly, "Why does no 1 dare to take the seat of honor at the head of the hall?"

"Insolence."

The Spirit of the Grotto-Heaven had yet to respond when the Chaos Dragon Lord erupted in fury, "The Master's Seat is the Throne of the Great Dao, representing the very essence of the Chaos Sea of the Great Dao."

"Moreover, this is the very platform where the nameless Dao Ancestor—the founding master of the 6 Supreme Ones of the Sky Crucible Grotto—once imparted his teachings. How dare you sit upon it so presumptuously?"

Faced with the Chaos Dragon Lord’s stern demand, Eldrin remained silent.

He gazed at the Grotto-Heaven Spirit, his expression serene as he spoke, "We who grasp the Dao tread the path of forging and perfecting the Great Way. We are destined to become masters of the Dao in time to come."

"How could I remain beneath the Great Dao Ocean?"

"As for this seat of honor, if the Nameless Dao Ancestor can occupy it, why should I be denied?"

Unexpectedly, the grotto-heaven spirit showed no anger, but instead revealed a contemplative expression.

He cast his gaze toward Eldrin and suddenly inquired, “Did you know that the nameless Dao Ancestor of antiquity was the only Chaos Sovereign to have fallen since the dawn of chaos?”

"The main throne is tainted by baleful power. Even if the Chaos Celestial Emperor were to set foot upon it, he would incur calamity."

A flicker of astonishment stirred within Eldrin's gaze.

It was then that he realized, in the primordial chaos of creation, there had once been a supreme and nameless Dao Ancestor.

His cultivation had reached the realm of Chaos Sovereign, with 3,000 registered disciples under his tutelage—among them stood supreme beings who had attained the pinnacle of Unity with the Dao.

Chapter 1 The biting mountain wind whipped across the cliffside, carrying with it the scent of pine and decay. A lone figure sat cross-legged upon a weather-beaten boulder, his robes of coarse blue cloth fluttering around him. This was Lin Yan, an outer sect disciple of the Verdant Peak Sect, and he had been stuck at the third level of Qi Condensation for 3 years. "Still no breakthrough," he murmured, a bitter taste in his mouth as he opened his eyes. They held a depth that belied his youthful features. He withdrew a low-grade spirit stone from his pouch, its faint glow barely perceptible in the twilight. "Just this single stone left. How can I possibly attempt the Foundation Establishment stage with such meager resources?" He recalled the sneers of his fellow disciples, their words sharp as daggers. "Trash like you should have been cast out long ago." "Wasting the sect's resources." He clenched the spirit stone, its rough edges digging into his palm. *1 100 years*, he thought. *1 100 years since my rebirth into this world, and this is all I have to show for it.* Suddenly, a violent tremor ran through the mountain. The very air crackled with energy, thick and oppressive. Lin Yan looked up, his heart lurching. Above, the sky was rapidly darkening, not with clouds, but with a swirling vortex of purple and black lightning. "Heavenly Tribulation!" someone shrieked in the distance, their voice filled with terror. This was no ordinary storm. This was a cataclysmic event, a trial of lightning and thunder that descended upon cultivators who dared to challenge the heavens and ascend to a higher realm of power. To be caught in its periphery was certain death for someone at his level. Panic erupted throughout the sect. Disciples and elders alike scrambled for cover, activating defensive arrays and magical treasures. Beams of light shot into the sky as the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss and other renowned artifacts were summoned to face the calamity. But Lin Yan stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the heart of the tempest. A strange sense of familiarity washed over him, a resonance that echoed from the deepest part of his soul. It was not fear he felt, but a profound and inexplicable connection. A thunderous roar split the sky as a pillar of dazzling purple lightning, thicker than an ancient tree, slammed down onto the main peak. The resulting shockwave blasted through the mountainside. The boulder Lin Yan stood on shattered instantly. He was thrown back like a leaf in a hurricane, his body crashing against the unforgiving cliff face. Darkness swallowed his vision, and his last conscious thought was not of pain, but of the searing, majestic beauty of that heavenly fury. *** Consciousness returned in flickers. Every bone in his body felt broken, every muscle screamed in protest. He was lying in a crevice, shielded from the worst of the aftermath by a fallen monolith. The storm had passed, leaving an eerie silence broken only by the crackle of dying embers and the distant cries of the wounded. As he tried to push himself up, his hand brushed against something cold and smooth. It was a jade slip, pristine and unblemished, lying amidst the rubble as if placed there just for him. Driven by a impulse he didn't understand, he reached for it. The moment his fingers touched the cool jade, a torrent of information flooded his mind. Ancient, profound, and utterly alien. It was a cultivation method, but unlike any he had ever seen in the Sect's Scripture Pavilion. Its name burned in his consciousness: **Chaos Genesis Sutra (Cultivation Method)**. It spoke of unmaking and rebirth, of drawing power not just from the world, but from the void between worlds. It was a path of immense power and, undoubtedly, immense peril. A low, guttural laugh escaped Lin Yan's lips, a sound tinged with madness and a spark of long-dead hope. He looked at the devastation around him—the scarred mountain, the weeping disciples, the elders tending to their wounds. "They call this a calamity," he whispered, his voice hoarse. He clutched the jade slip tightly, its coldness a comforting anchor. "For them, it was destruction. But for me... this tribulation was not an end. It was a delivery." A grim smile touched his bloodied lips. His journey, it seemed, was only just beginning.