Chapter 2158 : Power of the Wind-Slashing Immortal-Slaying Gourd

Eldrin nodded slightly and said, "Continue your secluded cultivation until you have fully consolidated your cultivation base before emerging."

With those final words, Eldrin departed from the Chaotic Realm once more.

However, this time when he left the Chaotic Realm, Eldrin adopted a different approach—he no longer sought out the lairs of those at the half-step Boundless realm.

Because he began launching surprise attacks on the strongholds of various Supreme Elders under the Nether lineage, and the targets he selected were entirely random.

At times, he would assault the strongholds of ordinary Unity Realm cultivators; other times, he'd raid the ancestral domains of top-tier Unity masters. Sometimes he would obliterate several mid-grade Primordial Domains in proximity, while on other occasions he traversed vast distances to launch attacks.

This complete lack of pattern immediately threw Eldrin and his companions into disarray.

With their manpower insufficient to garrison so many primordial domains, relying solely on 1 or 2 Half-Step Infinite Realm experts to intercept him made it utterly impossible to detain Eldrin.

Moreover, if they dispatched too many people to encircle and intercept him, even if they could manage to capture Eldrin, it would cause the frontline war effort to collapse—utterly jeopardizing their entire scheme.

"Bang—"

On this day, Prince Ming could endure no longer. He gathered over 20 of his Half-Step Wuji experts and, slamming the table in fury, roared, "Ah! How could there exist someone so utterly despicable?"

"As a half-step Boundless expert, you dare not face us in direct combat, instead skulking in the rear to wreak havoc. This is truly a disgrace to our kind."

All the Quasi-Paragon experts present maintained solemn expressions, yet clear traces of vexation were etched upon their faces.

Eldrin's relentless ambushes had thrown their rear lines into utter disarray, leaving even the conscripted Supreme experts from their allied forces too unsettled to continue the fight.

If this continues, how will we fight the wars to come?

Yet they had no means to hinder Eldrin (Person Name), for relying on his top-grade spatial attribute Chaos Spiritual Artifact, he could come and go as he pleased.

Even a grand formation capable of resisting half-step Wuji experts was as insubstantial as a veil before him.

Under such circumstances, they could only stand a chance of surrounding and killing him if they managed to ambush Eldrin and then counter the Mirror of Yin, Yang, and Void with a top-grade chaos spiritual treasure of spatial attributes.

However, it was clear that Eldrin (Person Name) would no longer attack the lair of the Half-Step Wuji, leaving them unable to find the perfect opportunity to strike.

At this thought, the half-step Wuji experts present all revealed expressions of unwillingness. The Nether Prince, his eyes gleaming with a cold light, spoke up, "Everyone, do you have any methods to capture that damned little thief?"

A brief silence fell upon those present. Moments later, the Ancient Eldrin Hound spoke, "This individual is exceedingly cautious. Knowing full well we've laid a trap, he likely won't give us any opening."

"In my opinion, we'd be better off pretending to abandon the pursuit, while redeploying our main forces to the frontlines to assault the 7 Domains Alliance."

Hearing this, everyone was momentarily taken aback.

The Ancient Ancestor of Purgatory’s expression shifted slightly, and he could not help but remark, "But if that happens, this individual will undoubtedly attempt to ambush our strongholds again."

His true intention was to lure him into attacking the Half-Step Wuji Nest.

The Ancient Patriarch of the Nether Mastiff spoke, his expression cooling slightly as he continued, "To suppress this individual, we may not require too many Half-Step Limitless cultivators."

"If the Crown Prince of Netherworld were to take action himself, controlling a top-grade Chaos Spiritual Artifact with spatial attributes to suppress it, along with the assistance of 2 Half-Step Limitless experts, it should be sufficient to subdue it."

Hearing this, everyone present felt a flicker of temptation in their hearts.

The Violet Void Supreme Elder, however, pondered briefly before speaking, "If we leave 3 people behind, it will undoubtedly alert them."

"This matter is not difficult."

The Ancient Eldrin Patriarch smiled faintly, then continued speaking, "Our Eldrin clan possesses a hidden innate mystical art that can manifest a doppelganger identical to the original form in every aspect."

Although this avatar possessed only 10% of the original's power, its essence remained undetectable to outsiders unless provoked—even carrying a subtle ability to obscure the workings of fate.

"The 2 of us appearing on the battlefield in avatar form should be enough to deceive that petty thief."

Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

The Nether Prince could not help but smile faintly before speaking, "I, too, possess a supreme divine art that can manifest an avatar with 80 percent of my power."

"With this avatar, it should be sufficient to evade the perception of those people."

In the days that followed, the powerful experts under the command of the Netherworld Sovereign converged upon the heart of the battlefield, resuming their assault on the 7 Realms Alliance.

To make the performance utterly convincing, they even abandoned numerous Primordial Domains, ordering the stationed Unity Supremes to bring their treasures to the frontlines. This left Eldrin (Person Name) with nothing but hollowed-out Primordial Domains.

Eldrin swept through quite a few primordial domains in succession, only to find himself gaining almost nothing. A faint, cold smile tugged at his lips.

"So you think this will stop me? I suppose I have no choice but to take these treasures to the front lines of battle?"

Eldrin murmured inwardly, then took stock of his treasures, only to discover that the number of Chaos Wonders in his possession had already surpassed tens of thousands.

The quantity of treasures, combined with the previous harvest from the Eldrin Primordial Realm, already amounted to several times that of the legacy left by the Primordial Heaven Ancient Hall.

"Such profound foundations will take me quite some time to fully digest."

Eldrin (Person Name) murmured inwardly, then decisively returned to the Chaos Realm (Secret Realm).

He suspected that the Shadow Mastiff lineage was still lying in ambush for him, and decided to first return to the Primordial Chaos Realm to conceal himself for a time.

After returning to the Chaos Realm, Eldrin gave most of these treasures to Jiang Huang and the others.

This Supreme Immortal Liquid Pool appeared inexhaustible, yet after supplying the cultivation of all present to reach the pinnacle of the Supreme Realm, what remained was in truth not much at all.

According to Eldrin's (Person Name) estimation, with merely these resources, it would be impossible for them to cultivate the third Supreme Immortal Treasury and break through to the Half-Step Boundless Realm.

This time, the resources seized by Eldrin would only allow 1 or 2 among them to cultivate the final 3 Chaos Immortal Vaults—far from sufficient to break through to the Half-Step Limitless realm.

As the Third Supreme Immortal Treasury posed an even greater challenge to breakthrough, the Minor Limitless Elixir alone would likely prove insufficient. Unless Eldrin could retrieve the Chaos Cauldron, only by harnessing its power could they achieve a successful breakthrough.

In truth, for Eldrin to once again consolidate his foundations and ascend to a higher realm, obtaining the Chaos Cauldron would be the optimal path.

"It is time to reclaim the Chaos Cauldron."

Eldrin murmured inwardly, a certain intuition telling him that after the Chaos Cauldron (Magic Treasure) was sent flying, it had become trapped in some secluded corner, awaiting his approach to reclaim it.

Yet within the vast chaos, places capable of confining a Chaos Supreme Treasure were few indeed.

"My cultivation is still insufficient. If I could achieve the Dao-Unity Primordial Spirit, I might be able to deduce the location of the Chaos Cauldron."

Eldrin's thoughts drifted for a moment before he reined them back in.

In the days that followed, he secluded himself once more within the Chaotic Realm, delving deeper into contemplation of his foundational cultivation and the Great Dao.

After thousands of kalpas, Eldrin's mastery of the Great Dao had once again been refined. The Great Daos of Pure Yang, Profound Darkness, Primordial Earth, Chaotic Gold, and Life had all given birth to a third chaotic divine form.

Over the years, the Path of Self-Sacrifice had spread throughout the 7 Domains Alliance, and these 5 Great Paths had consequently accelerated their continuous refinement.

Today, across the entire Chaos, the number of existences who have attained the rank of Chaos Heavenly Emperor through the Path of Self-Offering has surpassed 8 100.

Among them, only around 2 100 were direct descendants of Eldrin's lineage, while the rest were mostly Great Emperors and Paragons from the 7 Domains Alliance who had reached stagnation in their cultivation and chose to undergo rebirth.

Eldrin believed that as these Chaos Celestial Emperors continued to multiply, the Path of Self-Sacrifice would inevitably spread beyond the 7 Realms Alliance, initiating an exponential snowball effect.

Because in the early stages of each region's development, multitudes of Great Emperors and even Quasi-Sages would exclusively cultivate the Path of Self-Sacrifice.

Even if these individuals were to enter the cycle of reincarnation and start anew, by leveraging their foundations from past lives to specialize in the Path of Self-Offering, their likelihood of ultimately reaching the realm of the Heavenly Emperor would remain considerable.

The widespread dissemination of the Sacrificial Self Path also significantly enhanced the divine form of Eldrin's Great Dao of Sacrificial Self.

The current Sacrificial Daoism had already nurtured 60-8 Great Dao divine forms, yet further advancement grew increasingly arduous with each step.

To possess the 80-1 divine forms of the Great Dao and ascend to the realm of Dominance in a single step would still require a long and arduous journey ahead.

Of course, the Dao of Self-Sacrifice was ultimately only an Innate Great Dao, so its enhancement to Eldrin (Person Name) wasn't particularly substantial.

However, the advancement in the Chaotic Infinite Dao allowed Eldrin's strength to increase slightly, enhancing it by approximately half a tenth beyond its original level.

To stand atop a 100-foot pole and ascend yet another step.

A half-step from the Boundless Realm, even a fraction of its combat prowess could already be considered extraordinary.

After consolidating his cultivation base, Eldrin wasted no more time. He departed directly from the Chaos Realm and ventured deeper into the primordial chaos.

This time, he first conducted a thorough investigation, once again confirming that Eldrin and the others were still at the front lines.

"Could it be that they've given up?"

Eldrin (Person Name) furrowed his brow slightly, then spent a long while calculating with his fingers before finally resolving himself.

In his calculations, the workings of fate seemed to be veiled by some unknown force, yet he detected no traces of methods at the level of a Dominus.

As long as no Chaos Sovereign intervened, Eldrin (Person Name) remained utterly unperturbed. Given his current defensive capabilities, any ordinary Half-Step Infinite Realm cultivator could scarcely harm him.

Even if the Underworld Prince were to arrive wielding a supreme-grade Chaos Spirit Treasure, with his current methods, he would possess the ability to protect himself. Should the number of opponents not be too great, he might even have a chance to turn the tables and eliminate them.

Judging by the current situation, even if we were ambushed, it would be impossible to encounter a large number of powerful enemies.

"Even if they have some tricks up their sleeves, this journey is worth the risk."

Eldrin (Person Name) stroked the Wind-Severing Deity Gourd at his waist and finally steeled his resolve.

Thus, Eldrin (Person Name) continued to traverse the chaos, swiftly locking onto a new target.

Nest of the Primeval Nether-Tortoise.

On this day, Eldrin arrived before a vast Chaos Nest, his gaze unconsciously tinged with solemn intensity.

The Ancient Nether Turtle Nest was a grand intermediate-grade Chaos Nest, and its master, the Primordial Ancient Nether Turtle, was a half-step Infinite-level Dao Unification Supreme.

This individual pursued the path of physical sanctification, yet ultimately descended into the abyss of dark demonic arts. Once nearly suppressed by followers of the 9 Revolutions Sovereign, he was ultimately rescued by the Netherworld Sovereign and became 1 of their subordinate hounds.

"Legend has it this Primordial Netherturtle possessed immense wealth. Who knows how many treasures remain hidden within its lair."

Eldrin murmured inwardly, then turned his gaze toward the Ancient Nether Turtle Nest. After observing it carefully for a moment, he confirmed that the Chaos Nest indeed bore no traces of a Half-Step Boundless level aura.

Without delay, Eldrin immediately activated the Mirror of Yin, Yang, and Void and plunged straight into the Ancient Netherturtle's lair.

He immediately sprang into action, and in a few swift moves, had slaughtered all 3 Supreme Elders and several dozen Heavenly Emperors within the nest.

He then gathered all the treasures, shattered the Chaos Formation, and prepared to leave the battlefield.

But at that very moment, Eldrin suddenly detected 3 overwhelmingly powerful auras soaring from the depths of chaos.

They closed in from both sides, seeking to completely trap Eldrin.

It turned out that Crown Prince Ming and his companions had deliberately concealed themselves outside the nest of the Primordial Netherturtle to avoid detection, only making their move after he had fully entered the formation.

The reason they had only arrived at this moment was because they had kept a considerable distance from this place to avoid detection.

"As expected, it's a trap."

A flicker of light passed through Eldrin's eyes as he prepared to tear through the void and depart.

But in that very instant, Prince Ming sneered coldly, "Realizing it now is already too late."

"Bzzz—"

As his words faded, the chaos churned violently. A Chaos Vessel that blotted out the heavens tore through the void, colliding fiercely with Eldrin's Mirror of Yin, Yang, and Void.

In an instant, the residual shockwaves from the 2 supreme treasures shook heaven and earth, tearing the chaotic void into utter disarray.

"It seems tearing through the void is not an option."

Eldrin’s brow furrowed slightly as he casually gripped the Chaos Heavenly Halberd. His gaze swept over the 3 assailants closing in, and he remarked coldly, "With just the 3 of you, you think you can stop me?"

"You are but half-step into the Infinite, yet dare to defy the heavens?"

The Primordial Nether-Hound let out a cold sneer, gripping an ancient blade shrouded in shadows. "With the Nether Prince taking action himself, even a top-tier Half-Step Infinite can be suppressed and slain."

Eldrin's gaze shifted subtly, once again settling upon the Crown Prince of Netherworld. An almost imperceptible chill surfaced within his piercing eyes.

In the bygone era when Nameless roamed the primordial chaos, even without summoning the Chaos Cauldron, the Netherworld Sovereign could not withstand a 100 moves against him.

Now even a mere Nether Prince dares to be this insolent. Truly, a tiger on the plains may be bullied by dogs.

"Enough. I shall settle the scores 1 by 1 in due time."

Eldrin's thoughts flickered like lightning, and without hesitation, he strode directly into the depths of the chaos.

But at that very moment, a sword radiance of unprecedented magnitude slashed through the air, forcing Eldrin to summon the Chaos Heavenly Halberd to block its path.

"This Sovereign, did I permit you to leave?"

The Underworld Prince, clad in black imperial robes and gripping the Nether Emperor Sword, strode forth with an air of tranquility. From his crimson-lipped, ivory-featured face emanated a wisp of killing intent.

"No matter your identity or which Sovereign you serve, I cannot allow you to live through this day!"

As the words fell, the Nether Prince brandished his Emperor Sword and struck. The overwhelming killing intent was so sharp it sent a chill through Eldrin’s brow.

This Netherworld Emperor Sword was a top-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure, and 1 of the rare means capable of posing a threat to Eldrin.

With this thought, Eldrin pushed all his foundations to the limit and engaged in a great collision while wielding the Chaos Heavenly Halberd, only to find himself consistently retreating in the overall confrontation.

It was evident that this Nether Prince had received the full support of the Nether Lord, forging a foundation of Chaos Dominion. His power far surpassed that of ordinary Half-Step Infinite cultivators.

Although Eldrin's (Person Name) strength was remarkably formidable, he ultimately fell short due to differences in cultivation realm, making him slightly inferior overall compared to this individual.

Fortunately, with his own defensive capabilities and the power of the Returning Abyss Seal, he could at least ensure his own safety.

"What formidable physical defense! Could you be a disciple of the 9 Revolutions Ancestral Court?"

Seeing that it would be difficult to swiftly defeat Eldrin, the Nether Crown Prince felt a chill run down his spine, his expression turning profoundly grave.

A reputation is to a man what a shadow is to a tree. Even his father, the Netherworld Sovereign (Person Name), harbored profound apprehension toward the legendary figure known as the 9 Revolutions Dao Ancestor (Person Name).

"No, this is not the 9 Revolutions Heaven Art."

After observing for a moment, Prince Netherworld let out a sigh of relief, then sneered coldly, "As long as you're not a direct descendant of the 9 Revolutions Ancestral Court, even if you were the heir of a Dominator, I could still kill you."

As the words fell, the Nether Prince fully unleashed the power of the Netherworld Emperor’s Sword, relentlessly striking toward Eldrin (Person Name) with devastating force.

At the same time, the 2 ancient ancestors of the Nether Mastiff clan also closed in to attack, seeking to create an opening for the Nether Prince to deliver a crippling blow to Eldrin (Person Name).

"A bit of trouble."

Eldrin (Person Name) furrowed his brow slightly, continuously fending off 3 powerful foes while seeking an opportunity to turn the tide.

After thousands of such fierce exchanges, he finally spotted an opening to flee and instantly darted toward the breach.

"Perfect timing."

Seeing Eldrin expose his back, the Crown Prince of the Netherworld instantly revealed a cold smirk. With all his might, he summoned the Nether Emperor's Sword and swung it toward Eldrin.

At the same time, the 2 ancient ancestors of the Nether Mastiff clan also unleashed their full power, sparing no cost to deploy every means at their disposal to block Eldrin's (Person Name) path of retreat.

In that instant, all 3 unleashed their full power without reservation, determined to keep Eldrin here at any cost.

"Now."

In that very instant, Eldrin’s eyes suddenly gleamed with insight. Deflecting the Nether Prince’s sword strike at the cost of a severe injury, he summoned a shadowy mystical gourd.

But then, the treasure gourd shimmered with a twist of radiance, unleashing a blade light of ultimate slaughter that swept toward the Netherworld Twin Ancestors.

The blade radiance moved with unparalleled speed, emanating a dazzling, breathtaking light. Its supreme power could truly be called a marvel for the ages, so formidable that it even cleaved through the vast, sealed expanse of time and space.

The Second Patriarch of the Nether Mastiff Clan had already committed his full strength and had no capacity to evade this strike. He could only channel his protective measures to withstand the blow.

Alas, this was but a futile struggle. In the blink of an eye, the breathtaking blade radiance pierced through the brow of the Second Patriarch of the Shadow Mastiffs.

"Pfft—"

A crisp sound echoed, and the Second Patriarch of the Nether Mastiff froze in place. His body appeared utterly intact, save for a single trace of blood lingering at the center of his brow. Yet, the light in his pupils had already faded.

As the supreme-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure most adept at slaughter, the Gale-Severing Immortal Gourd at its peak possessed power sufficient to grievously wound a Primordial Chaos Sovereign.

Eldrin's current cultivation base could only unleash a fraction of its true power, yet it remained more than sufficient to effortlessly slay those at the half-step Profound Abyss realm.

If not for his concern that the Crown Prince of Netherworld might have protective measures, and his desire to avoid alerting the Netherworld Sovereign, this single strike might have severely wounded—or even slain—the Crown Prince of Netherworld.

"Bzzz—"

To return to our story, after slaying the 2 Patriarchs of the Shadow Mastiffs, Eldrin swiftly collected their remains. Gritting his teeth against the searing pain in his back, he broke through the encirclement and fled.

After fighting his way out of the encirclement, he utilized the Abyssal Pearl of Returning Void to make his escape, finally shaking off his pursuers and returning to the Chaos Realm.

"Husband!"

Seeing Eldrin return wounded, Seraphina Qu’s face instantly paled with alarm. She hastily fed him a healing elixir.

"It's nothing. This level of injury doesn't count as serious to me."

Eldrin stabilized his injuries and channeled the Great Dao of Life to continuously heal himself. Only after most of his wounds had recovered did he speak, his face somewhat pale:

"The power of a top-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure is truly extraordinary. Fortunately, he can only unleash a fraction of its might."

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain range, howling like countless vengeful spirits. Snowflakes danced wildly in the air, blanketing the towering peaks in a layer of pristine white. At this moment, a figure stood atop the highest cliff, robes fluttering in the wind. Lin Feng gazed into the distance, his eyes as deep as the starry sky. He had been cultivating here for 3 years, 3 years of enduring bone-chilling cold and solitude. But today was different—today was the day of his Heavenly Tribulation. "Finally... it's time," he murmured softly, his voice barely audible yet carrying an unwavering determination. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered overhead, swirling into a massive vortex. Bolts of lightning snaked within the clouds, accompanied by the roar of thunder. The entire mountain trembled under this immense pressure. Lin Feng raised his hand, and a long sword materialized in his grasp—the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). The blade glowed with a faint crimson light, as if responding to the heavenly might above. "The first tribulation lightning is coming," he whispered to himself, his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip on the sword hilt. With a deafening crack, a purple lightning bolt tore through the sky, striking straight down. Lin Feng did not retreat. Instead, he leaped up, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) in his hand drawing a perfect arc as it met the lightning head-on. "Break!" he shouted. Sword light and lightning collided, erupting into dazzling sparks. The intense light illuminated his resolute face, while the terrifying impact sent shockwaves through the air, shaking the surrounding mountains. After withstanding this strike, Lin Feng landed steadily, though a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He knew this was only the beginning—the Heavenly Tribulation had 9 waves of lightning, each stronger than the last. Just then, a voice echoed in his mind: "Boy, are you sure you want to continue? With your current cultivation, surviving the 9 Heavens Divine Tribulation will be difficult." It was Eldrin (Person Name), the spirit of the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). For thousands of years, he had witnessed countless cultivators fall during their tribulations. Lin Feng wiped the blood from his lips, a faint smile gracing his face. "Since I've chosen the path of cultivation, how could I fear a mere Heavenly Tribulation?" As he spoke, the second wave of tribulation lightning gathered, this time with 9 bolts intertwining into a massive net of lightning, enveloping the entire mountaintop. Lin Feng's eyes sharpened. He formed hand seals with both hands, and spiritual energy surged around him, materializing into a massive qilin phantom. This was the ultimate technique of the Heavenly Qilin Art (Cultivation Method) he had cultivated—Qilin's Wrath. "Come on!" he roared toward the sky, the qilin phantom charging upward alongside his sword light. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The cultivators within a 100-mile radius all looked up at the sky, witnessing this breathtaking spectacle. Some sighed in admiration, some watched coldly, and others secretly calculated their own interests. In a distant palace, a white-robed elder slowly opened his eyes. "The Heavenly Qilin Art... After all these years, has a successor finally appeared?" Beside him, a young disciple asked curiously, "Master, do you mean that cultivator going through the tribulation is a descendant of the Qilin lineage?" The elder nodded slightly, a meaningful gleam in his eyes. "The Qilin lineage has been dormant for a 100 years. If this child succeeds, the cultivation world may see a new storm rise." Meanwhile, on the mountaintop, Lin Feng had already withstood 6 waves of lightning. His robes were in tatters, his body covered in wounds, but his gaze burned brighter than ever. Eldrin's (Person Name) voice held a hint of urgency: "The final 3 waves are the most dangerous. Are you sure you don’t want to use that?" Lin Feng shook his head. "Not yet." He knew what Eldrin (Person Name) meant—the forbidden technique sealed within the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). But once used, it would consume his lifespan, and the consequences would be too severe. The seventh wave of tribulation lightning descended, this time in the form of a massive heavenly sword, radiating a terrifying aura that seemed capable of destroying everything. Lin Feng took a deep breath, circulating all the spiritual energy in his body. He knew the critical moment had arrived.