Chapter 208. Lyra (Person Name) Forms a Golden Core

Time flows like water, years pass as a shuttle.

3 years' time was not overly long for a Zifu Disciple.

That day, Eldrin emerged from his secluded cultivation. Riding his sword, he departed from Spirit Lake Continent. With his current cultivation level, flying at full speed for merely 2 days allowed him to traverse the 100,000-li untamed wilderness and arrive at Celestial Ruins Mountain.

After returning to Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location), he encountered Lyra (Person Name) within the spiritual pond cavern abode.

Unlike usual days, Lyra was clad in a sheer sleeping robe, clearly having just emerged from her bath.

She reclined upon the soft divan, stretching lazily as her Lyra-defined silhouette grew even more breathtakingly pronounced.

Eldrin felt his throat go dry as he watched her. Her upper body was full and alluring, her willow-like waist so slender it seemed he could encircle it with 1 hand, while the long, shapely legs usually hidden beneath her robes were utterly captivating.

In the past, he had only thought her beauty was peerless, never imagining that her figure would far surpass his expectations in its perfection.

"Had your fill of staring?"

Just then, Lyra (Person Name) remarked with meaningful interest.

She was clearly in high spirits now, and seeing him lifted her mood even more.

Eldrin (Person Name) looked up into her eyes, feeling as if shimmering ripples flowed within those bright orbs. Gone was their usual intimidating intensity, replaced instead by a subtle, alluring charm.

Suppressing the wicked thoughts swiftly, Eldrin changed the subject, “What progress has been made in restoring the spiritual roots?”

"All these years of waiting have not been in vain—it is finally accomplished."

Her eyes curved with laughter as she abruptly pulled him closer. "How can a grown man be more bashful than I am?"

For years, the unspoken affection between them had been mutually understood, with only that thin veil of ambiguity left unbreached.

Lyra (Person Name) had now completed her spiritual roots, leaving merely the final step to reach the Great Luo Golden Core. Yet having reached this stage, she felt no urgency to break through to the Golden Core immediately.

Overjoyed in his heart, he ultimately decided not to delay any longer, seizing this opportunity to lay bare his feelings.

Eldrin was not 1 to hesitate. Without a moment's delay, he drew the beauty into his embrace and pressed his lips against her exquisite crimson ones.

After a long while, the 2 finally calmed their emotions and leaned against each other, quietly sharing a tender moment.

A cultivator’s Primordial Yin and Primordial Yang are of vital importance. At critical moments, they can greatly enhance 1’s cultivation, even increasing the success rate of breaking through major realms. Naturally, the 2 of them had not taken that final step.

Lyra gazed at the peerlessly handsome man and couldn't help smiling faintly. "Tell me, what is your reason for asking me not to breakthrough to the Golden Core immediately?"

Eldrin (Person Name) wore a grave expression as he spoke with solemn directness, "I possess a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi (Primordial Chaos Energy) that can elevate a cultivator's foundational destiny."

After hearing this, Lyra (Person Name) revealed a look of astonishment: "Enhancing 1's spiritual foundation—how could such a heaven-defying object exist?"

Eldrin offered no further explanation. He opened his mouth and exhaled a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi, guiding it to merge into Lyra's body.

Yet, after a few breaths, that wisp of violet qi circled once within Lyra's body before flying out again.

"How is this even possible."

The Primordial Purple Qi was useless. Eldrin’s face paled with shock—this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Lyra (Person Name) slightly furrowed her brow between the eyebrows, then shook her head after a long moment and said, "I believe I've discerned the probable cause."

"The Lunar Immortal Physique is the most supreme foundation between heaven and earth. Legend has it that even among immortals, this constitution stands at the pinnacle, likely having reached the absolute limit of refinement."

"Perhaps."

Eldrin nodded, understanding that even the Primordial Violet Qi had its limits.

After all, it was merely a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi. He could refine 1 in just 10 years—it was impossible for it to possess effects that defied all limits.

Unless he could accumulate 40-9 strands of Primordial Purple Qi and refine them into a single essence of Primordial Purple Qi, perhaps only then could he unlock even more profound and wondrous effects.

Seeing his disappointment, a glimmer of amusement shone in Lyra's eyes as she said, "Though this object cannot enhance an immortal body, I sense it possesses the power to shape all creation and reverse primordial nature."

"The Great Luo Golden Elixir is, after all, a creation of the mortal realm. Perhaps by employing this wisp of Primordial Purple Qi, it may yield astonishing and miraculous effects."

Innate Great Luo Golden Elixir?

Eldrin's pupils contracted slightly, a flicker of astonishment passing through them.

Though it was unclear whether the Great Luo Golden Elixir (Divine Pill) had distinctions of innate or acquired nature, regardless, the Primordial Purple Qi (Heavenly Energy) would certainly bring no harm.

Without further delay, Lyra (Person Name) immediately entered the spirit pool and began her breakthrough to the Golden Core realm.

And Eldrin stood guard by the spirit pool, his expression grave as he began to protect her during her cultivation.

This time, Lyra (Person Name) was fully confident in her attempt to break through to the Golden Core Realm, as she possessed 4 fourth-rank natal magic treasures.

Over the years, with the feedback from several of her bonded magic treasures, the purity of her magical power had even reached 70 percent of a Core Formation cultivator's.

With her profound and pure mana alone, she had a 60 to 70 percent certainty of forming her Golden Core. And with the assistance of the Ningshui Azure Lotus Throne (Magic Treasure), her chances of condensing a Golden Core were virtually assured.

As she was now impacting the Golden Core Realm, her profound spiritual power began to rapidly condense, continuously converging into the golden core within her body. In just a few hours, the nascent form of the golden core had taken shape.

Her foundation was truly profound. While an ordinary cultivator would require at least 1 month to complete this step, she accomplished it through her formidable spiritual sense and mana.

After completing this step, 1 would have already condensed a false core. All that remained was to spend time infusing it with true essence to refine the Golden Core.

However, this final step posed an immense challenge to both spiritual power and divine consciousness. If 1’s spiritual power was insufficient, it would be impossible to sustain the process until the Golden Core was fully condensed.

Even with sufficient mana, if the mana is not refined enough or the spiritual sense is not strong enough, 1 may still fail at the final moment.

Lyra possessed abundant and pure mana, along with an exceptionally powerful spiritual sense, making it natural she wouldn’t falter at this stage.

She continuously channeled her magical power and spiritual sense into the golden core, compelling it to rotate and refine incessantly. This process persisted for an entire month, ultimately achieving a qualitative transformation in the golden core.

Once this final qualitative transformation was completed, the Golden Core would develop self-restraining properties and begin frantically drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to merge within itself.

Eldrin watched as nearly half of the spiritual liquid in the pool was absorbed by her in the blink of an eye. He swiftly retrieved the pre-prepared stockpile of spirit stones and cast them into the spiritual pool.

Approximately a dozen or so spirit stones were lost, barely enough to satiate the golden core of Lyra (Person Name).

Pure Yin Great Luo Golden Elixir!

Lyra successfully condensed her core, and a golden elixir radiating 5-colored immortal light emerged, faintly brimming with energy capable of shattering mountains and parting seas.

In that very instant, Eldrin exhaled a breath of Primordial Chaos. The violet primordial energy was drawn into Lyra’s Golden Core, faintly coating her from within with an immortal radiance of primordial light.

It is done.

Lyra swallowed the Golden Core into her abdomen, a faint smile gracing her features.

She glanced at Eldrin, but before she could utter a word, thunderous roars echoed between heaven and earth, forcing her to swiftly withdraw her thoughts.

The immediate priority was to survive the lightning tribulation first.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. A lone figure stood atop the highest cliff, his white robes fluttering like a ghost in the moonlight. This was Li Ming, once the most promising disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, now a mere outer sect disciple struggling to survive. He clutched a worn jade slip in his hand, its surface cool to the touch. "The 9 Revolutions Profound Art," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "They said it was impossible to master beyond the third revolution. But here I am, at the brink of the fourth." Memories flooded his mind—of simpler times, when his greatest concern was perfecting a single sword technique. Now, he faced a tribulation that could either elevate him to new heights or reduce him to ashes. Suddenly, the air around him grew heavy, thick with spiritual energy. Dark clouds gathered overhead, swirling into a massive vortex. Lightning crackled within the depths, each flash illuminating the determination in Li Ming's eyes. "This is it," he thought. "The Heavenly Tribulation." He took a deep breath, channeling the 32,000 spirit stones he had painstakingly collected over the years. They glowed with an ethereal light, forming a protective barrier around him. The first bolt of lightning struck, shaking the very foundation of the mountain. Li Ming gritted his teeth, feeling the immense power coursing through his body. "I will not fall here," he vowed. "Not when I've come so far." The second bolt followed, then the third. Each was more powerful than the last, testing the limits of his endurance. But Li Ming stood firm, his resolve unshaken. He had faced countless challenges to reach this point, and he would not be defeated now. As the final bolt of lightning descended, Li Ming unleashed the full power of the 9 Revolutions Profound Art. A brilliant light enveloped him, merging with the lightning in a spectacular display of power. When the light faded, he remained standing, his body radiating a newfound strength. He had succeeded. The fourth revolution was his. A faint smile touched his lips as he gazed at the rising sun. The path ahead was still long, filled with untold dangers and mysteries. But for now, he had taken another step forward on his journey to immortality. --- Chapter 2 The aftermath of the tribulation left the mountain peak in ruins, but Li Ming felt more alive than ever. The spiritual energy within him surged like a raging river, each pulse stronger than the last. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of power coursing through his meridians. "It's done," he whispered to himself. "The fourth revolution is complete." But his moment of peace was short-lived. A sharp, mocking laugh echoed from behind him. "Well, well, look what we have here. The great Li Ming, surviving a Heavenly Tribulation. I must say, I'm impressed." Li Ming turned slowly, his expression calm. Before him stood Zhang Wei, a fellow disciple known for his cunning and jealousy. Zhang Wei's eyes gleamed with malice, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "What do you want, Zhang Wei?" Li Ming asked, his voice steady. Zhang Wei smirked. "Word has it you've been hoarding spirit stones. Hand them over, and I might let you leave this mountain in 1 piece." Li Ming's gaze hardened. He had known this day would come. The world of cultivation was ruthless, and trust was a luxury few could afford. "I have no spirit stones to spare," he replied. "And even if I did, I wouldn't give them to you." Zhang Wei's smile vanished, replaced by a snarl. "You dare defy me? I have over a 100 disciples at my command. You're outnumbered." "Numbers mean little in the face of true strength," Li Ming said, his voice cold. "Leave now, and I will forget this encounter." But Zhang Wei was not 1 to back down. With a swift motion, he drew his sword, the blade gleaming in the morning light. "You'll regret those words," he hissed. The 2 cultivators faced each other, the air crackling with tension. Li Ming knew that this battle was inevitable. He had avoided conflict for too long, but now, with his newfound power, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The first move came from Zhang Wei, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. But Li Ming was faster. He sidestepped the attack, his own sword—the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss—flashing into his hand. The 2 blades met in a shower of sparks, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through the surrounding trees. "You've improved," Zhang Wei admitted, his voice laced with surprise. "But it won't be enough." He unleashed a barrage of attacks, each 1 aimed at a vital point. But Li Ming moved with a grace and speed that seemed almost supernatural. He parried each strike effortlessly, his movements fluid and precise. "This is the power of the fourth revolution," Li Ming thought, a sense of awe washing over him. "I see now why they feared it." With a final, powerful swing, he disarmed Zhang Wei, sending his sword clattering to the ground. Zhang Wei stared in disbelief, his confidence shattered. "How... how is this possible?" he stammered. Li Ming sheathed his sword, his expression unreadable. "Leave," he commanded. "And do not return." Without another word, Zhang Wei fled, his pride wounded but his life spared. Li Ming watched him go, knowing that this victory was only the beginning. The path of cultivation was long and treacherous, and he had only taken the first step. But for now, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. He had faced the heavens and survived. He had defended his hard-earned treasures. And he had proven to himself that he was capable of achieving the impossible. The sun climbed higher in the sky, its warm rays bathing the mountain in a golden light. Li Ming took a deep breath, feeling the spiritual energy of the world around him. It was time to continue his journey. There were still mysteries to unravel, techniques to master, and heights to reach. And he would not stop until he had reached the pinnacle of cultivation.