Chapter 233 Chongyang (Person Name)

"I possess a pursuit spell, but it requires a medium to function."

Percival hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

A flicker of delight crossed Eldrin’s face as he asked directly, “What medium is required?”

"I'm afraid it might be somewhat challenging."

Percival shook his head and stated plainly, "This technique is called the Grudge Soul Hunt Art. It requires finding a cultivator who holds profound enmity toward the target."

"The deeper the enmity between the parties and the higher the cultivation base of the cultivators involved, the more intense the resonance will be."

"Curse of the Haunting Soul?"

A faint glimmer lit up Eldrin's eyes. He bore the hatred of a slain son towards Chongyang, for Chongyang had been responsible for the deaths of over half the Chen family's cultivators back in those days.

Such enmity is almost as vast as the heavens, comparable to the hatred of having 1's parents slain. Moreover, with his cultivation having reached the Violet Mansion realm, he was the most suitable vessel for this ritual.

At this thought, he looked at Percival (Person Name) and said, "Then cast the spell on me."

The faces of the group lit up with faint surprise as they finally understood that Eldrin harbored a deep-seated grudge against Chongyang.

Taking advantage of the fact that only 3 hours had passed since Chongyang's escape and the distance was still manageable, Percival immediately cast the Grudge Soul Pursuit Art on Eldrin.

As this spell was cast, Eldrin sensed a faint yet distinct malice emerging from the northeast, approximately 13 1000 li away from him.

Driven by this inexplicable resentment, he swiftly pinpointed Chongyang's (Person Name) location.

Seeing the spell take effect, Percival said, "My spiritual power is insufficient. This art can only last 3 days and has a sensory range of 30,000 li. If you detect anything, you must strike immediately."

"Clang—"

Before he could finish speaking, Eldrin rode a streak of sword light into the heavens, vanishing beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye.

With cultivation comparable to the Purple Palace, Late Stage, and aided by his third-rank, superior-grade Lifebound Immortal Sword, Eldrin could traverse 1 100 1000 li in a single day. Catching up to Chongyang would pose little difficulty.

Eldrin pursued for the greater part of a day, chasing across tens of thousands of miles, until he finally sensed that elusive malice drawing nearer and nearer.

"It's within a 1000 miles now."

His eyes turned frosty in an instant, as the sword radiance beneath his feet from the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) erupted with dazzling brilliance. He shot forth like a comet chasing the moon.

At his current speed, traversing a 1000 li took no longer than the time needed to burn a single stick of incense. Before long, he spotted Chongyang (Person Name) ahead, desperately fleeing on his sword.

Not good.

Chongyang (Person Name) was maneuvering his flying sword in a desperate escape when suddenly, a streak of brilliant blue light shot across the horizon behind him.

Seeing that the newcomer was Eldrin, his heart sank. Without hesitation, he spurred a mouthful of vital essence blood and unleashed an escape technique to flee for his life.

Empowered by his vital essence blood, this evasion art instantly multiplied Chongyang's speed severalfold, allowing him to temporarily shake off Eldrin's pursuit.

However, the speed of a third-rank superior natal immortal sword far surpassed Chongyang. Though he had temporarily shaken off Eldrin, he could not escape the Soul-Seeking Art of Grudges. In mere moments, Eldrin caught up to him once more.

Left with no other choice, he could only burn another mouthful of his Vital Essence Blood to fuel his escape technique. In this desperate chase, he had consecutively expended several mouthfuls of Vital Essence Blood, yet Eldrin (Person Name) relentlessly closed in on him every time.

"This can't go on."

Once again pursued by Eldrin, a flicker of madness flashed in Chongyang's eyes.

After expending several mouthfuls of essence blood yet still failing to shake off Eldrin, he feared his combat strength would be completely depleted before the battle even began.

With a trace of ruthlessness, Chongyang (Person Name) hovered mid-air on his sword and summoned his life-bound magic treasure, the Bi Luo Tian Xin Sword (Magic Treasure), slashing toward Eldrin (Person Name).

This Bi Luo Tian Xin Sword was a renowned immortal sword of the Qingyang Sect, its power only slightly inferior to the Tai Bai Duan Chen Blade, and no weaker than the Pi Li Lie Huo Sword.

The sword swelled with the wind, transforming in an instant into a verdant sword radiance spanning dozens of zhang, cleaving directly toward Eldrin (Person Name).

As the sword came slashing down, Eldrin casually summoned a Bing Fire Divine Thunder. With a deafening blast, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss was struck until its radiance dimmed and it plummeted downward.

"So strong."

Seeing his life-bound treasure severely damaged by a single strike, Chongyang drew a sharp, cold breath.

Before he could make another move, Eldrin (Person Name) decided not to prolong the confrontation. He summoned the Heavenly River Ren Water Sword (Magic Treasure), transforming it into a dazzling blade of sword energy that shot forth.

Chongyang's heart sank, and he immediately resorted to his ultimate trump card—summoning the third-tier, superior-grade magic treasure, 'Heavenly Dragon Slash'.

The Heavenly Dragon Slash erupted in a dazzling golden light, cleaving directly toward Eldrin. Yet, Eldrin swiftly channeled his energy into the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss, and with a resonant clang, he parried the strike.

The clash lasted less than 10 exchanges. Eldrin summoned the Celestial Severance Twin Swords, his movements flowing like clouds and streams—swift and decisive.

A Zifu cultivator could traverse dozens of miles in a single breath. While fighting and fleeing through the skies, they had barely covered over a 100 miles when Eldrin (Person Name) cleaved through Chongyang’s (Person Name) protective divine ability with a single sword strike, bisecting the wretched foe in 2.

Chongyang (Person Name) crashed onto the earth. The vitality of a Purple Mansion cultivator was formidable; even with half his body severed by that single sword strike, he still clung to the last vestiges of life.

Realizing he had no chance of survival, Chongyang (Person Name) simply let go of all restraint.

He stared at Eldrin, a look of unbridled arrogance still plastered across his face, and sneered, "Don’t get too full of yourself. Even if you strike me down today, you can’t bring back the dead of your Chen family."

"Do you know how your father Chen Qingming, and your mother, died?"

"Hahaha, I shall never tell you!"

Eldrin landed on the ground, his expression serene as he gazed at Chongyang, his eyes as calm as still water.

He was not as urgent as Chongyang (Person Name) had imagined, merely speaking with calm composure, "I know."

"How is that possible?" Chongyang (Person Name) uttered in disbelief, his face full of astonishment. "You were only 3 years old at the time—how could you remember?"

Eldrin (Person Name) remained expressionless, merely stating calmly, "It was I who killed Wei Mingyuan (Person Name)."

"You—"

Upon hearing his words, Chongyang finally realized that the man before him was his son’s murderer. Fury surged within him, and he spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

With his last breath, Chongyang (Person Name) uttered a curse, his eyes still burning with a trace of madness.

"You have far too great a penchant for killing... Heaven's retribution shall surely befall you!"

"I curse you... to a most wretched end..."

Chongyang was dead after all. Eldrin gazed upon his remains, a flicker of icy coldness passing through his eyes.

Unlike ordinary people, he was born with awakened wisdom, remembering many past events since childhood.

In his memories, both of his parents were disciples of the Qingyang Sect. His father, Chen Qingming, possessed dual spiritual roots of water and fire, while his mother’s aptitude was an ordinary triple spiritual root.

While his mother was pregnant with him, she was nourished by the Primordial Violet Qi of Creation, which unexpectedly awakened a certain Dao Body within him at some unknown time.

Few were aware of this matter, until 1 day when a Core Formation cultivator surnamed Qin arrived at the Heavenly Abode Continent (Location) and attempted to drain Mother’s bloodline to refine a furnace of precious pills.

At that time, the man had intended to eliminate the root of the problem, but extracting bloodlines to refine elixirs was an act bordering on demonic cultivation, condemned by all righteous sects under heaven.

In the end, it alarmed a certain eminent figure. Looking back now, it was likely that person drew the attention of the Ji Clan Immortals. In the end, they could only extract Mother’s bloodline before hastily departing.

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