Chapter 321 Purple Yin's Origin, Immortal's Tribulation

"Senior, please speak."

Eldrin's expression turned grave as he spoke, "The karmic debt of a Supreme Treasure of Pure Yang... I fear it won't be so easily repaid."

Yet without that life-saving grace from days of old, there would be no him as he stood today. Thus, he would not shirk this karma.

The Broken Sword seemed satisfied with his attitude, its shimmering rays of sword light splitting the void as if pondering something.

After a long silence, it finally spoke: "First, help me retrieve the missing sword tip and assist in reforging my blade."

"Second, to avenge my master and slay the Garuda Heavenly Demon."

"Thirdly, my master's primordial spirit has been devoured by a celestial demon. Should you attain immortality in the future, you must seek out the Netherworld, locate a wisp of my master's remnant soul, help him regain his memories, and assist him in undergoing rebirth through tribulation."

Eldrin's expression shifted slightly. These 3 conditions were likely as difficult as scaling the heavens.

Only a True Monarch at the Nascent Soul realm would likely possess the qualification to collect the incomplete Supreme Treasure of Pure Yang (Magic Treasure). As for the Garuda Heavenly Demon, its power was even more terrifyingly formidable.

The Heavenly Demon is an evil entity at the Nascent Soul realm. In this world, there are fewer than a handful of Nascent Soul Heavenly Demons. Aside from these few demonic cultivation ancestors of this realm, Heavenly Demons are essentially Outer Realm Demons from the depths of the Demonic Abyss.

The Garuda Demon was clearly the latter, its power so immense it would likely make even a Nascent Soul Dao Lord tremble.

If the first 2 tasks gave the Dao Lords of this realm some measure of confidence, the final 1 posed a far greater challenge. The Netherworld stood at the extremity of the 9 Abysses, and unless he ascended to become an immortal who defied the erosion of time, he dared not even entertain the thought.

Lyra's expression shifted slightly as she prepared to haggle.

Eldrin (Person Name) stopped him and calmly asked, "Senior, I beg you to teach me."

"Very well, it is time I informed you."

The broken sword hovered silently, its gentle voice carrying across: "The missing tip of my blade lies within the Desolate Demon Ridge of the 9 Rivers Continent. Should you break through to the Nascent Soul realm, you may then begin your preparations."

"If I obtain the sword tip and it aids me in reforging my sword body, then I promise you this: in the future, I shall assist you in transcending the Nascent Soul Tribulation."

"As early as 9 1000 years ago, the Naga-Lou Heavenly Demon had already reached the Primordial Spirit, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm). Now, he has likely advanced to the middle or even late stage. To confront him, you must break through to the Primordial Spirit realm—it would be best to join forces with fellow cultivators before making a move."

As for that Netherworld.

The Broken Sword spoke calmly before falling silent once more.

It remained silent for a long while before finally speaking: "Legend has it that in the immortal realm, even an immortal is a majestic existence found in only 1 among hundreds of millions, holding a position of utmost reverence."

"If you can attain the Dao and ascend as an immortal, the 9 Serenities Underworld would likely grant you some consideration—provided your request isn't too unreasonable."

"However, some price must surely be paid in exchange."

With these words, Eldrin understood that to repay this life-saving grace, he must first strengthen his own cultivation.

At that moment, Lyra (Person Name) hesitated briefly before speaking up, "Senior, you mentioned earlier that Eldrin (Person Name) seems to have been born to face a tribulation. What did you mean by that?"

"Yes, I beseech you, Senior, to instruct me."

Eldrin couldn't help but ask, his curiosity piqued.

The broken sword fell silent for a moment before responding, "I once believed so, but after observing him over these years, he does not appear to be an immortal who descended to endure tribulations."

"What do you mean by that?" Both of them wore puzzled expressions.

"That is a long story."

The Broken Sword made no attempt to conceal the truth, instead countering with a question: "Do you know why this realm is called the Violet Realm?"

Before the 2 could respond, it began to narrate in a measured tone.

The name of the Violet Realm was that of an immortal.

Legend has it that immortals too are divided into hierarchies: the 9 tiers of Earth Immortals, the 9 realms of Celestial Immortals, and beyond lies the fabled realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortals.

A Great Luo Golden Immortal is also known as a Great Luo Immortal Lord. Such figures are countable even across the entire Immortal Realm, standing as beings of immense power among the ranks of immortals.

Millions of years ago, the Violet Immortal ascended from this realm, advancing all the way to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm and was revered as the Violet Immortal Lord.

In that era, the Violet Realm was also a powerful cultivation world with profound foundations. Blessed by the grace of Violet Immortal Lord, nearly every 10 1000 years would see a prodigy ascend to immortality.

Among the countless realms as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, this world stood as an exceptionally formidable world of cultivation.

Eldrin and Lyra couldn't help but draw a sharp breath, never imagining the Purple Realm would possess such profound origins.

The broken sword hovered silently, as if recounting ancient chronicles, its voice calm as it spoke.

"The Violet Realm boasts the backing of a Great Luo Immortal Lord, and numerous immortals have ascended from its soil. Thus, I initially believed you to be the reincarnation of an immortal, destined to descend upon this tribulation to deliver the common people of the Violet Realm from their suffering."

"But after all these years of observation, I've concluded that you are most likely not an immortal undergoing rebirth."

"Oh."

Eldrin's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly awaited the Elder of the Shattered Sword's next words.

The broken sword glanced at Eldrin, and after a long pause, spoke, "Because even an ordinary immortal would likely fail to obtain your cultivation method."

"Beheld yet forgotten, heard yet unheeded, no record in metal or stone can bear it, not even the slightest memory of my existence may endure."

"The origins of your Primordial Chaos Sutra are truly extraordinary—it likely points directly to the very source of the Great Dao. Unless 1 is fated, even a peerless Celestial Immortal may not qualify to comprehend it."

Eldrin’s mind trembled violently. The Primordial Chaos Sutra was his most guarded secret, yet it had been exposed to Broken Sword’s scrutiny for years.

Come to think of it, this was only natural. He had cultivated at Spirit Isle Lake (Location) for many years, practically right under the broken sword’s watchful gaze—how could he possibly have concealed anything from it?

Seemingly aware of his concern, the broken sword continued with detached calm, "Do you know why the Violet Realm has fallen to such a state?"

The 2 exchanged a glance, suppressing their inner thoughts as they said, "Senior, please speak."

For the Violet Immortal Lord had fallen. To prevent his enemies from exacting vengeance, he cast the Violet Realm into the endless void with his final breath.

"Those Outer Realm Demons at the Abyssal End are merely instruments of the Demon God's corruption of this realm. They stumbled upon the Violet Realm by chance, drawn by the legacy treasures of the Great Luo Immortal Lord."

Eldrin's brow twitched violently as he finally comprehended the full story of how this realm had fallen to such a state.

The Broken Sword fell silent for a moment before continuing, "My master, Daoist Qingyuan (Person Name), could be considered the last true descendant of the lineage of the Violet Immortal Lord (Person Name). That is why I know some of these hidden secrets."

"The reason for the fall of the Violet Immortal Lord, as legend has it, was the absence of the most crucial supreme object, which led to his failure in impacting the realm of the Dao Ancestor and Immortal Sage, resulting in his demise."

"Realm of the Dao Ancestor and Immortal Saints?"

Eldrin felt as if the great Dao itself was thundering within his heart. Merely mentioning its realm was like having the primordial Chaos Dao descend from the heavens, pressing down with a force capable of crushing countless eons of time and space.

The Broken Sword seemed to harbor its own reservations, remaining silent for a long while before finally speaking in person.

"The Dao Ancestors and Immortal Saints are numbered by the heavens and earth, with merely 5 or 6 such existences across the entire celestial realm."

"Legend has it that to break through to that realm, 1 requires a certain supreme treasure—far beyond what someone of my standing could possibly know."

Eldrin's heart trembled violently, as the supreme treasure sparked a flicker of association within him.

Clearly, Broken Sword never anticipated that the Primordial Chaos Scripture might harbor even more terrifying connections.