Chapter 364 Enemy's Son, Distributing Treasures

() At that very instant, the void suddenly froze. Malachai (Person Name), who was fleeing for his life, felt his pupils contract slightly.

Sword Qi—

In an instant, a sword aura surged heavenward between heaven and earth, its infinite sword intent dividing into myriads of strands that slashed across the boundless void, engulfing everything in its path.

“Phantom-Splitting Sword Art (Cultivation Art)。”

In the blink of an eye, Eldrin unleashed this supreme divine ability obtained from the Qingxu Sect.

With Eldrin's current cultivation level driving this technique, its power, though not matching that of the Divine Light of the 5 Void Tribulations (Cultivation Art), still shook heaven and earth—no less formidable than a full-force strike from a Golden Core Perfection expert.

Sword light cascaded like torrential rain, instantly shrouding the entire void and tearing the 9 phantoms to shreds 1 by 1.

Faced with the endless torrent of sword energy, Malachai (Person Name) was finally forced into the open, compelled to desperately activate his magic treasure in resistance.

In that very instant, Lyra seized the opportunity, activating the Earthen Primordial Disk of Ji Earth to envelop him completely.

At this point, even with Malachai's arsenal of magical treasures being formidable, facing the coordinated assault of 3 powerful foes ultimately left him with no means to escape his doomed fate.

After a final fierce clash, Malachai's defensive magical treasures were completely shattered. Seizing the opening, Eldrin summoned the 1000-Demon Slaying Sword and struck him down amidst the void.

"What a pity, I failed to forge the 100 Souls Immortal-Slaying Sword."

Eldrin's gaze turned slightly cold. If he were to sacrifice this fellow as an offering to the sword, he might actually succeed in forging a fourth-tier, superior-grade immortal sword.

After slaying Malachai (Person Name), the group opened his storage pouch and claimed all the liquid assets within—spirit stones, materials, and magical treasures.

To prevent the other party from leaving behind any tracking methods, they destroyed all the remaining miscellaneous items on the spot, casting them into the Jizhou River and letting the vast, surging waters wash them away.

After completing all this, the group immediately departed aboard the Green Sun Treasure Ship.

Chapter 1 The Heavenly Abode Continent, Mount Tianyuan. A youth of 16 years sat cross-legged upon a jade platform, wisps of spiritual energy coiling around him like ethereal serpents. His name was Li Yao, once an ordinary librarian from modern Earth, now a low-level disciple of the Verdant Cloud Sect. "Still at the third layer of Qi Refinement," he murmured, frustration tinging his voice as he opened his eyes. 3 years had passed since his transmigration, yet his cultivation progressed at a snail's pace. In his dantian, the ocean of qi remained shallow, barely enough to circulate through his meridians. Suddenly, a resonant voice echoed through the mountain peaks. "All disciples, assemble at the Grand Meditation Plaza! The Sect Master has an important announcement!" Li Yao's eyes sharpened. This summons felt different—charged with an urgency that set his nerves on edge. --- Chapter 2 10 1000 disciples stood in perfect formation upon the plaza, their white robes fluttering like a sea of clouds under the crimson sunset. Elder Wen, with his beard flowing like silver silk, addressed the crowd from atop the jade platform. "Fellow disciples," his voice boomed, carrying the weight of millennia, "the Heavenly Abyss Seal that has protected our continent for 3 100 1000 years is weakening. Demonic beasts from the Northern Abyss are already breaching the barrier." A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Li Yao's fingers unconsciously traced the simple spirit sword at his waist—a humble Low-Grade Magic Tool containing merely 500 spirit stones' worth of power. "The sect requires every able-bodied cultivator," Elder Wen continued, his gaze sweeping across the assembly. "We shall form 10 legions, each comprising 1 1000 disciples. The first 5 legions will reinforce the front lines immediately." Li Yao found himself assigned to the seventh legion. As he received the command jade slip, his mind raced. The assignment mentioned encountering rare spiritual herbs near the breach sites—perhaps this was the opportunity he desperately needed. --- Chapter 3 3 days later, Li Yao stood at the edge of the Shattered Star Ridge, where the sky itself appeared cracked like broken porcelain. Through the fissures in reality, he could see swirling energies of violet and crimson—the very fabric of space tearing apart. His squad leader, a burly man named Zhang Hu, barked orders. "Form the 8 Trigrams Defensive Formation! Qi Refinement disciples to the rear!" But as the first wave of shadow panthers emerged from the spatial tears, chaos erupted. A beast the size of a small mountain charged directly toward Li Yao's position. Time seemed to slow. Instinctively, Li Yao recalled an obscure passage from an ancient cultivation manual he'd read in his previous life. His hands moved automatically, weaving seals that drew not from his meager qi, but from the ambient spiritual energy around him. "Returning Abyss Li Fire Sword Art!" he shouted, though the technique felt unfamiliar even to himself. To his astonishment, the simple spirit sword at his waist erupted in brilliant golden flames. The blade elongated into a 30-foot beam of pure energy, cleanly bisecting the demonic beast. Silence fell. Zhang Hu stared, his mouth agape. "That... that was a Middle-Grade Spiritual Art! How can someone at the third layer of Qi Refinement...?" Li Yao looked at his trembling hands, equally bewildered. The technique had drained him completely—yet for the first time, he felt a strange connection to the spiritual laws governing this world. As night fell, while other disciples rested, Li Yao examined the beast's remains. There, nestled near its heart, pulsed a crimson crystal—a Demonic Core that should only form in 1000-year-old beasts. Perhaps his second chance at life in this world wouldn't be so ordinary after all.

Mount Tianyuan was 1 of only 3 Fifth-Order Spirit Veins (Cultivation Resource) in the Heavenly Abode Continent.

Approximately several 100 years ago, this land once belonged to the ancient immortal clan of Yuan. 4 centuries prior, the Yuan Immortal Clan declined, allowing the Qin Immortal Clan to rise and take their place.

Today's Tianyuan Mountain serves as the ancestral dao field of the renowned Qin Clan, a distinguished immortal lineage.

At this moment, Mount Tianyuan was in utter chaos. Several Golden Core cultivators had gathered outside a cave dwelling, their faces pale with trepidation. An elder, unable to contain his fear, stammered:

"Second Ancestor, the soul lamp of Malachai (Person Name) has been extinguished."

The cave abode fell into a moment of silence, like a volcano poised to erupt in its stillness.

After a long while, the cave abode's gate swung open abruptly, and a figure clad in black robes emerged.

"Where did the accident befall him?"

Second Ancestor Qin surveyed the assembly, his gaze cold and sharp as a honed blade.

The group exchanged uneasy glances, before the ashen-faced elder finally spoke, "Our clansman Malachai (Person Name) went to Ji Province not long ago."

"What?"

The Second Elder of the Qin Clan’s face paled in shock, and his steps, which had been ready to depart, came to an abrupt halt.

His gaze turned cold, his tone shifting slightly as he said, "This old man issued the decree long ago: no member of our Qin Clan is permitted to set foot in Ji Province. How dare he go there?"

"This..."

The elder’s expression shifted, and he could only grit his teeth and say, “Rumor has it that the Ji Continent Exchange Assembly this time will feature the sale of the ‘Ancient Furnace Heaven-Mending Elixir (Spiritual Object).’ I fear his purpose in going is to mend his foundation and attempt a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage.”

"Given the cultivation level and methods of Malachai (Person Name)'s clan brother, I'm afraid even a dozen or so Golden Core Perfection cultivators might not be able to keep him here."

"Could it be that a True Monarch coveted the treasure and shamelessly intervened personally?"

The elder spoke, his tone tinged with hesitation.

No wonder he thought this way. The Ancient Furnace Heaven-Mending Elixir (Spiritual Object) was even more precious than the Nascent Soul Formation Pill (Spiritual Object). Under certain circumstances, some unscrupulous Nascent Soul Realm masters might resort to foul means to obtain it.

Only a Nascent Soul True Monarch could afford to disregard the Qin Clan, a Nascent Soul Immortal Family, without any reservations.

"This scourge."

Elder Qin of the second lineage said with a chilling gaze, "If it were merely a Nascent Soul True Lord resorting to underhanded tactics, that would still be manageable. What I truly fear is that a certain existence has imprinted upon our Qin clan’s aura, and with a single strike, eliminated Malachai (Person Name)."

Even though he had already broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, and over 2 100 years had passed, the wisp of sword qi he had sensed back then remained etched in his memory as vividly as if it were yesterday.

He knew all too well that had he not fled swiftly back then, a truly great terror would have descended. Even now, with his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage, he would be utterly powerless to withstand that single stroke of sword qi.

At this thought, cold sweat drenched the Second Ancestor of the Qin Clan. Such an existence must have already transcended the Nascent Soul level. Though it seemed their injuries had not fully healed, they were still far beyond what a mere clan like the Qin could hope to oppose.

Moreover, if they truly intended to venture deep into Ji Province, they might draw the attention of the Ji Clan.

The Qin Clan had maintained a low profile in recent years precisely because they understood the grave consequences should their wicked method of seizing others' Dao bodies be exposed. Neither the Ji Clan, nor even Magnus the Virtuous Lord, let alone the Tianlu Sect, would ever let such transgressions go unpunished.

Though the Qin Clan now appeared prosperous, a single misstep could bring it to the brink of collapse.

Having committed a vile deed, the Second Patriarch of the Qin Clan was tormented by guilt and fear. Pacing restlessly, he muttered to himself, "To slay my son would require at least several Golden Core Perfection cultivators, along with specialized countermeasures, to even stand a chance of success."

"In the entire Ji Continent, the number of Golden Core Perfection cultivators can be counted on 1's fingers. It is highly improbable—and they would never dare—to join forces and besiege my son."

"Therefore, either a Nascent Soul cultivator made a move, or that existence from back then was alerted."

At this thought, Second Elder Qin felt an even deeper sense of retroactive fear.

From start to finish, he never once considered Eldrin (Person Name), for at that time Eldrin (Person Name) was far too young to retain any memories. Moreover, there had only been 1 or 2 individuals who knew the truth back then, and he had long since eliminated them all.

With that thought in mind, Second Ancestor Qin declared, "Very well. From this day forward, all Qin clansmen are forbidden from setting foot in Ji Province."

"Dispatch more personnel from our subordinate forces to Ji Province for another thorough investigation. Find out exactly whose hands my son’s few magic treasures have fallen into."

"As you command."

While these individuals were engaged in spellcraft combat, the other 3 rode the treasure ark soaring toward Chu Kingdom (Location).

Meanwhile, the few individuals aboard the Qingyang Treasure Vessel were currently distributing the treasures.

As the son of a Nascent Soul cultivator, Malachai possessed no small number of treasures. To guard against any hidden contingencies he might have prepared, they deliberately left behind many of the less valuable artifacts.

Even so, every treasure they obtained was exceptionally precious. After taking a quick inventory, Eldrin was astonished by the staggering gains from this endeavor.

These treasures consisted of 1 Ancient Furnace Heaven-Mending Elixir (Spiritual Object), 4 top-grade fourth-tier magic treasures, and 2 Void-Shattering Treasure Talismans.

Aside from these, there were also 2 original Heavenly Crystals (Spiritual Object). The remaining spirit stones and other items were rather scarce, likely all spent on purchasing the ancient path's Heaven-Mending Elixir.

These treasures were all of immense value, yet Yan Ziqi's gaze was fixed unwaveringly on the 4 supreme magical artifacts.

A top-grade fourth-tier magical treasure was merely 1 tier away from a fifth-tier 'Spirit Treasure'—known in this realm as a 'Demon-Subduing Supreme Treasure.' Thus, such artifacts were often revered as peerless treasures.

This treasure is 1 of the finest choices for transcending the Nascent Soul Tribulation. Even though the Violet Abyss Sect possesses the supreme demon-refining treasure, the Violet Abyss Cauldron, utilizing a peerless magical artifact to withstand portions of the heavenly thunder remains the optimal strategy—lest the Violet Abyss Cauldron suffer devastating damage.