Chapter 475 Arriving at Qingluan Continent (Location)

“The Liu Clan of Naroma Island…”

With a faint sigh, Lyra (Person Name) recounted events from hundreds of years ago.

The Liu Clan of the Eastern Sea's Luomo Island was 1 of the prominent cultivation clans in the Eastern Sea's cultivation world. With a Nascent Soul True Monarch among their ranks, they could be considered a cornerstone of the human race's strength.

Yet no 1 could have imagined that True Lord Liu had long been bewitched by the Outer Realm Demon God, becoming a puppet of the Outer Realm Demonic Entities.

Over 6 100 years ago, when the Cataclysm of the Demon Abyss erupted, the Outer Realm Demons seized the opportunity to activate numerous hidden schemes, aiming to crush the human race in a pincer attack from both front and rear.

However, among these hidden players, the Liu Clan with their True Lord cultivation was considered a rare sight.

Back in those days, the true mission of True Monarch Liu was not to flank the peak powerhouses among the human race, but to covertly eliminate peerless prodigies like Lyra (Person Name) and Qing Ji, who possessed the potential to become Dao Monarchs.

"Strictly speaking, they could be considered successful."

Lyra sighed softly and shook her head. "Qingji (Person Name) possessed innate talent no less than mine, and as the ordained inheritor of Green Abyss Dao Lord (Person Name)'s lineage, her fall represents a colossal loss for the entire eastern seas' cultivation realm."

"Eldrin?" A flicker of recognition passed through Eldrin's eyes as he finally inquired, "I am aware that Yan ZiJi inherited the lineage of the Violet Firmament Dao Lord, but I know nothing of this Azure Ruins Dao Lord's origins."

"This matter should indeed be told to you now..."

When he brought this up, Lyra fell silent for a moment before recounting her relationship with Yan Zi Ji.

Strictly speaking, she, Yan Zi Ji, and Qing Ji were all cultivators from the same lineage, merely hailing from different branch lineages.

The 2, Daoist Purple Abyss and Daoist Azure Void, were both Pure Yang Dao Lords who had attained the Dao for many years. They were slightly older than Lyra (Person Name)'s father and were true fellow disciples of the same lineage. Many years ago, they had departed the Purple Realm by traversing the end of the Demonic Abyss.

This was also the reason why Lyra’s father, upon sending her away, entrusted the Heavenly Dao Qi (Spiritual Root) and the legacy of the Dao Lord to Violet Enchantress and Azure Enchantress.

"I never imagined there would be such a karmic tie."

Eldrin’s heart trembled faintly. A single lineage producing 3 Dao Monarchs in succession—and all within the same generation—what kind of existence could have nurtured such dazzling disciples?

He had some speculations in his heart, but felt the implications were too profound. With his current level of cultivation, it was hardly appropriate for him to comment on such matters.

Suppressing his thoughts, Eldrin recalled the True Monarch Assembly of Qingluan Continent and said with a light laugh, "Since the Qingluan Continent's Grand Barter Assembly is about to commence, we should not delay any longer."

"Good."

Lyra also nodded, pulling her thoughts back from the memories.

Having decided to participate in the True Monarch Assembly, they did not delay. That very day, they rode their swords to the Ji Clan and utilized the teleportation formation of the Ji Continent Trading Post (Location) to journey to the Qingluan Continent (Location).

The Ji Clan's long-distance teleportation array could traverse hundreds of millions of miles in a single activation, reaching the farthest shores of the Endless Void. However, the cost for each teleportation amounted to several million spirit stones.

Such an exorbitant teleportation fee would financially cripple even a Golden Core cultivator. Fortunately, the formation could teleport 80-1 people simultaneously. With the cost divided among them, it amounted to just tens of thousands of spirit stones per person—a sum that Purple Mansion cultivators could grudgingly accept by tightening their belts.

However, due to the limited number of cultivators near Ji Province who could afford to use teleportation arrays, the formation leading to Qingluan Continent (Location) typically only activated once every few years.

As luck would have it, this was not the scheduled time for the teleportation array's activation. Just as Eldrin was contemplating whether to save some spirit stones and travel by sword to Qingluan Continent, Feiye the Nightbane and Freya caught up with them.

Freya looked at Lyra with a smile and said, "We're also heading to Green Lotus Isle. Why don't we travel together?"

"That saves us the trouble of running around."

Eldrin (Person Name) cupped his hands with a faint smile and produced 32,000 spirit stones.

Feiye the Nightbane (Person Name), however, repeatedly declined, shaking his head with a smile. "Powering the teleportation array with spirit veins costs far less than you imagine."

"This little cost, how could I possibly accept spirit stones from you?"

"Then I thank you."

Seeing their resolute refusal, Eldrin could only offer a grateful smile.

The 4 of them stepped into the teleportation array and, in a dizzying swirl of spatial distortion, traversed 40,000,000 li of mountains and rivers, arriving at the distant edge of this vast land.

Eldrin emerged from the teleportation array and found himself in a massive trading district. The place was teeming with cultivators engaged in all manner of business, far more prosperous than the Ji Continent Trading Post.

"This is the Azure Luan Market."

Noticing his confusion, Feiye the Nightbane (Person Name) began to explain in a measured tone. Compared to the Ji Province cultivation world, which had only been established for 3,000 years, the origins of the Qingluan Continent (Location) cultivation world were far more ancient.

The ruling sect of the Qingluan Continent (Location), the Feather Flight Pavilion, has endured for over 8,000 years. Even after weathering numerous Abyssal Cataclysms, it remains unshaken, safeguarding countless humans as they thrive and multiply.

As the cultivators of Qingluan Continent (Location) continued to pioneer new frontiers, the environment in certain regions had vastly improved. The forbidden lands once dominated by demonic practitioners had nearly been eradicated, now even allowing mortals to survive without relying on protective formations.

It was precisely for this reason that Qingluan Continent (Location) had significantly fewer low-level cultivators compared to Ji Continent. Although the number of high-level cultivators was constrained by resources, their count remained remarkably substantial.

"Let alone high-level cultivators, but the number of Qi Refining cultivators in this Qingluan Continent (Location) is likely over 3 times that of Ji Province."

Feiye the Nightbane (Person Name) spoke with detached calm, then added, "The ambient essence of the 5 Phases here yields substantially more than in Ji Province. Should you ever find yourselves in urgent need of 5 Phases essence, you may consider procuring it from this location."

"In that case, even if we purchase at a premium, it shouldn't require too much extra."

Eldrin (Person Name) gave a slight nod before striding into the marketplace.

All of them were individuals of esteemed status. Naturally, the Feathered Pavilion (Organization) would not remain unresponsive after their arrival at Qingluan Continent (Location).

Soon after, a True Monarch received them. After exchanging pleasantries, he guided them to lease a mountain abode for temporary residence.

Eldrin and Lyra had just settled into their mountain abode when, after a mere sip of spiritual tea, they detected visitors approaching their cave residence.

The newcomer was none other than Daoist Zixu. Upon seeing Eldrin, he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you’ve finally concluded your secluded cultivation. With the True Monarch Assembly still days away, I made a point to pay you a visit."

"Oh, please have a seat."

Eldrin (Person Name) gave a slight nod and gestured for Master Zixu (Person Name) to take a seat.

The Daoist Zixu smiled faintly as he took his seat. After discreetly surveying their surroundings, he transmitted his voice without shifting his expression, "Fellow Daoist, have you offended anyone?"

"Oh?"

Eldrin’s eyes narrowed slightly. He couldn’t help but exchange a glance with Lyra before asking, “Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by that?”

"Although my cultivation is not refined, I once fortuitously obtained a copy of the Heavenly Secrets Arcane Art."

Elder Zixu’s expression turned grave the moment he spoke, his tone laced with solemnity. "From the moment we met, I sensed something amiss. It seems you have been targeted by a divination art—a mystical technique that has traced a wisp of your aura."

Seeing Eldrin’s expression shift slightly, Daoist Zixu added, “I observed that the other party came with ill intentions, and their mastery of celestial divination is remarkably profound. I fear they may already be capable of tracking your whereabouts at any moment.”

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled through the mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of blood and decay. A young man in tattered blue robes knelt amidst the snow, his breathing ragged. His name was Lin Feng, once the most promising disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, now a cripple abandoned by all. "3 years..." he whispered, his voice hoarse. "It has been 3 years since my spiritual roots were severed." He clenched his fist, the knuckles turning white. The memory of that day was seared into his mind—the betrayal by his sworn brother, the fall from the Heaven's Peak, the shattering of his cultivation base. All that remained was the faint, almost imperceptible warmth of the mysterious bronze mirror hanging against his chest, a family heirloom whose secrets even he couldn't fathom. Suddenly, a faint glow emanated from the mirror. It pulsed with a soft, golden light, growing brighter with each beat. Lin Feng's eyes widened as a stream of ancient, incomprehensible knowledge flooded his mind. Characters of gold and crimson swirled before his eyes, forming a scripture he had never seen before—the Primordial Chaos Cultivation Art. A voice, ancient and resonant, echoed in the depths of his consciousness. "Those deemed waste by the world, shall inherit the legacy of chaos." A surge of energy, wild and untamed, erupted within his dantian. The shattered fragments of his spiritual roots began to tremble, then reconstruct, weaving together with threads of primordial power. The pain was excruciating, as if his very soul was being reforged, but Lin Feng gritted his teeth, enduring it all. He could feel it—the Qi Gathering stage, the Foundation Establishment stage... his cultivation, lost for so long, was not just returning; it was evolving, transforming into something far more profound and powerful. The spiritual energy of the world converged upon him, forming a vortex visible to the naked eye. Snow melted in a 10-meter radius around him. A low, guttural laugh escaped his lips, tinged with a newfound ferocity. "The Azure Cloud Sect... Eldrin... you thought you had broken me. You thought I was finished." He rose to his feet, his posture straight, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light that could split the darkness. "But I have returned. And this time, I will reclaim everything that is mine." He glanced at the bronze mirror, now cool and dormant against his skin. A name surfaced in his mind, bestowed by the legacy itself: the Mirror of Aeons (Magic Treasure). In the distance, the bells of the Azure Cloud Sect began to chime, signaling the start of the annual inner sect disciple examination. Lin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. It was time. He took a step forward, then another, his movements now fluid and infused with power. The path down the mountain stretched before him, but in his mind's eye, he was already ascending—towards the sect, towards his vengeance, and towards a destiny that would shake the very foundations of the cultivation world.