Chapter 491. Green Ao Turtle Isle (Location), Daoxuan the Enlightened Sage (Person Name)

The True Lord from the Immortal Alliance arrived as promised—the very next morning at dawn, a True Lord descended upon Jiuchuan Island.

After exchanging greetings, Eldrin bid farewell to the crowd from 9 Rivers Island and stepped onto the teleportation array, soaring deep into the heart of the offshore cultivation realm.

To be precise, Ye Qingfeng was fundamentally incapable of using the teleportation formation. Any cultivator below the Foundation Establishment realm attempting to utilize such a formation would have their physical body crushed into fragments by the overwhelming pressure.

However, with Eldrin's cultivation power comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator shielding him, and the Yin-Yang Void Mirror releasing a wisp of void energy, it was more than enough to ensure his safety.

The Eastern Sea cultivation world was immensely vast. In terms of sheer expanse alone, the offshore cultivation realm could rival that of the Eastern Wastelands (Location).

Across such a vast expanse of ocean, even if Eldrin were to propel the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss at full speed, it would likely take several decades to reach the outermost fringes of the offshore cultivation realm.

Fortunately, there were many fifth-rank spirit islands along the way. Eldrin rode teleportation arrays to continuously traverse the void, transferring through multiple long-distance teleportation formations. After more than 5 years of journeying, he finally reached the edge of the Offshore Cultivation World.

On this day, atop a spirit island deep within the East Sea, a teleportation formation blazed with brilliant light as hundreds of figures tore through the void and descended upon this place.

"Master, is this the Green Ao Turtle Isle (Location)?"

Amid the crowd, a young man inquired curiously.

He stood tall and slender, clad in emerald robes, his eyes exceptionally gentle and luminous—a vision of radiant heroism.

Eldrin stood amidst the crowd, his gaze sweeping toward the distant spirit island. He could feel the vibrant spiritual energy permeating the place, where several overwhelmingly powerful auras loomed like eclipsing suns against the sky.

"Indeed, this is the edge of the coastal waters, Green Ao Turtle Isle (Location)."

He replied indifferently, then stepped into the teleportation array.

The 3 of them stepped out of the teleportation formation, and Lyra spoke up at once: "Don’t underestimate this Green Ao Turtle Isle. It spans nearly 10 million li in length and breadth, and stands as humanity’s foremost port at the edge of the near seas."

"This place possesses a fifth-rank, superior-grade spiritual vein, and is 1 of the 10 great spirit islands of the Eastern Wastelands (Location)."

As Lyra (Person Name) recounted her tale, a look of solemn focus dawned in Eldrin (Person Name)'s eyes.

The forces on Green Ao Turtle Isle (Location) were truly astonishing. The moment he set foot here, he sensed several overwhelmingly powerful auras, among which was even 1 at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul (Cultivation Realm) stage.

"Rumor has it a Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) who has received the Earth Soul is secluded in meditation upon this island. We must maintain due reverence."

Eldrin spoke, then added, "Let's first investigate and see if any treasure ships have set sail recently."

Without further delay, he immediately sought out a cultivator from Green Ao Turtle Isle (Location) and proceeded to the main hall responsible for managing the treasure ships.

The person in charge of receiving Eldrin (Person Name) was a Golden Core Realm cultivator. Seeing the 3 arrive, he promptly smiled and said, "I heard you wish to board the treasure ship?"

"Indeed."

Eldrin nodded slightly, then smiled. "We wish to journey to the distant seas. Might there be any treasure ships departing soon?"

"What an unfortunate coincidence."

The Golden Core cultivator shook his head and smiled wryly. "What unfortunate timing. We recently fought a major battle against the demon race at Tianxie Island, and most of our treasure ships have been requisitioned."

"Restoring shipping routes to the distant seas would require at least 30 more years."

Eldrin frowned upon hearing this and asked, "Are there no other treasure ships heading to the distant seas?"

"There is, actually."

The cultivator of Green Ao Turtle Isle (Location) glanced at the ledger in his hand and remarked, "In 3 months, a fifth-grade treasure ship of the Zhang Clan will pass by. They're coming from the depths of the nearby seas, and after replenishing supplies here, they'll set sail for the Distant Sea Cultivation Realm."

However, the strength of the Zhang Immortal Clan was relatively weak. Their treasure ship was merely a lower-tier fifth-grade vessel, guarded only by a single Nascent Soul, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm) cultivator. Crossing the distant seas of the cultivation realm still carried considerable risks.

Moreover, this treasure ship was not 1 for transporting cultivators, but rather a vessel carrying spirit materials.

Eldrin frowned upon hearing this. Lyra, standing beside him, cast a glance and transmitted a voice message without shifting her expression: "If it's a Grade 5, Superior-Class treasure ship from Green Ao Turtle Isle, even ordinary demon emperors and devil cultivators wouldn't dare act recklessly. It would significantly enhance our safety."

"However, 30 years is far too long. We simply don't have that much time to waste here now."

Eldrin also nodded in agreement. Although the likelihood of a fifth-tier, lower-grade treasure ship being attacked was greater, they were no ordinary Golden Core cultivators. Even without the fifth-tier vessel, they would face no significant danger.

At this thought, Eldrin took out 10,000 spirit stones and handed them over before speaking, “I must trouble you, fellow Daoist, to act as our intermediary so we may board this treasure ship to the distant sea.”

"This is easily done." The Golden Core cultivator accepted the spirit stones, unable to suppress a faint smile. "Leave it to me."

3 months passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, an immense treasure ship arrived at Green Ao Turtle Isle (Location).

Eldrin and the others followed the cultivators of Green Ao Turtle Isle to the treasure ship, only to find several 1000 cultivators already gathered there. It was evident they were all preparing to hitch a ride to the distant seas of the cultivation world.

The cultivator from Green Ao Turtle Isle (Location) boarded the treasure ship and engaged in negotiations with the Zhang Immortal Clan. Soon after, a white-robed True Monarch with hair and beard as pale as snow emerged.

He cast a glance over the assembly, his presence carrying an air of authority that commanded respect without the need for raised words. After a moment of silent scrutiny, he spoke, "Honored guests, I am known as Daoxuan the Enlightened Sage (Person Name)."

"Upon this treasure ship of our Zhang Clan, we are transporting a vital consignment of spiritual materials."

"You're welcome to hitch a ride on the treasure ship—after all, it'll bolster our defensive strength."

"However, to prevent any evil spirits from infiltrating, you must undergo strict identity verification before boarding the treasure ship."

As Daoxuan the Enlightened Sage (Person Name) spoke, a dazzling immortal sword blossomed from between his brows.

In an instant, Eldrin felt an overwhelming tide of sword radiance roaring toward him, carrying a vast killing intent capable of slaying demons and vanquishing devils. It drowned everything in its path, stirring even the Refining Demon Immortal Sword within him to awaken a fraction of its power in resistance.

"This is..."

“Thousand-Demon Slaying Sword (Magic Treasure)!”

Eldrin’s heart trembled as he instinctively raised his head to gaze at that brilliant sword radiance.

In that instant, Eldrin recognized the origin of this immortal sword. Though he had long known that many cultivators in the Eastern Sea cultivation world refined 1000-Demon Slaying Swords, this was the first time he had ever seen a 1000-Demon Slaying Sword of spiritual treasure grade.

This 1000-Demon Slaying Sword (Magic Treasure) of such formidable power was the natural bane of all demons. Under its endless torrent of sword radiance, the fiends had nowhere to hide. Several deeply concealed demonic cultivators were instantly struck by the gleaming arcs, their bodies disintegrating into ashes of calamity.

After identifying the demonic cultivator, Daoxuan the Enlightened Sage (Person Name) recalled the 1000-Demon Slaying Sword (Magic Treasure). Surprisingly, he offered Eldrin (Person Name) and Lyra (Person Name) a faint smile and nod before addressing the crowd, "The demonic presence has been eradicated. You may now board the vessel."

Eldrin boarded the treasure ship and was escorted to a guest chamber. Turning to Lyra, he remarked, "Just now, my Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss was activated, releasing a trace of its power. Daoxuan the Enlightened Sage has already detected it."

"My Heaven-Void Immortal-Slaying Sword is the same." Lyra (Person Name) nodded, then smiled. "I suppose it's about time he came to inquire of us."

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. Crimson stained the pure white ground around him, a stark contrast to the pale complexion of his face. "Lin Ming (Person Name), hand over the Heavenly Crystal (Cultivation Resource), and I might grant you a swift death," a voice, cold and sharp as a dagger, echoed from the shadows of the towering pine trees. Lin Ming raised his head, a trace of defiance flickering in his eyes despite his grievous wounds. "Elder Bai (Person Name), you covet this treasure so much that you'd betray the sect and ambush your own disciple?" A gaunt, middle-aged man in grey robes emerged from the shadows, his expression sinister. In his hand, a short sword shimmered with a chilling, pale light – the Frostbite Dagger (Magic Treasure). "Foolish boy! That crystal contains spiritual energy sufficient to advance 1's cultivation by an entire major realm! Did you truly believe I would allow a mere Outer Disciple to keep such a treasure?" Elder Bai sneered. "With your lowly talent, it would be a waste in your hands. Give it to me, and I shall put it to proper use." Lin Ming's fingers dug into the cold snow. He had stumbled upon the Heavenly Crystal by chance during a secret realm expedition, a fortuitous encounter he had kept hidden. Yet, somehow, Elder Bai had discovered it. Now, he was cornered, his spiritual power nearly depleted, facing a Foundation Establishment expert alone. "Dream on," Lin Ming spat through gritted teeth. "Then die!" Elder Bai's figure blurred. The Frostbite Dagger shot forward like a viper, its cold aura freezing the very air in its path, aiming directly for Lin Ming's dantian. Death's embrace felt closer than ever. Yet, at this critical moment, a strange, ancient, and vast power suddenly surged from within Lin Ming's chest, from the very Heavenly Crystal hidden there! Buzz! An invisible wave of energy erupted, deflecting the Frostbite Dagger with a sharp clang! "What?!" Elder Bai's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "How is this possible?" Lin Ming felt the world around him warp and twist. The biting wind, the scent of blood, Elder Bai's furious roar—everything faded into nothingness. When his vision cleared, he found himself no longer in the snowy mountain pass. He stood in an endless, grey, and desolate plain. The sky was overcast, devoid of sun, moon, or stars, casting a deathly stillness over everything. "Where... where is this?" Lin Ming looked around in astonishment. This was definitely not the Northern Frost Mountains of the Azure Cloud Sect (Sect Name). Before him, a massive, ancient stone stele stood tall, its surface covered in mysterious, twisting runes that seemed to pulse with a faint, rhythmic glow. These runes were unlike any he had ever seen in the cultivation world; they exuded an aura of primordial chaos and immense power. Hesitantly, Lin Ming reached out and touched the cold surface of the stele. Boom! A vast and profound stream of information flooded directly into his mind. Countless cryptic symbols, esoteric mantras, and fragments of ancient memories swirled violently within his consciousness. The pain was excruciating, as if his soul were being torn apart and remade. After what felt like both an instant and an eternity, the storm in his mind gradually subsided. Lin Ming opened his eyes, a flicker of golden light passing deep within his pupils. He finally understood. This place was the Ruins of Chaos (Secret Realm), a transcendent realm that existed beyond the confines of his known world. The stone stele recorded the supreme cultivation method known as the Primordial Chaos Genesis Scripture (Cultivation Method). This scripture was divided into 9 layers. Merely comprehending the first layer would allow 1 to condense a Perfect Foundation, a legendary state mentioned only in ancient texts that even prodigies dared not hope for! Furthermore, the information revealed that the Ruins of Chaos existed within the Heavenly Crystal itself. The crystal was not merely a treasure containing vast spiritual energy; it was the key to this mysterious realm. Lin Ming took a deep breath, his heart surging with overwhelming excitement. This was an opportunity bestowed by the heavens themselves! Elder Bai's betrayal, the life-or-death struggle—it all seemed like a necessary trial to lead him to this destiny. He sat down cross-legged on the grey ground, disregarding his external injuries, and began to meditate according to the methods described in the Primordial Chaos Genesis Scripture. The surrounding grey mist, the primordial chaos energy, began to stir, slowly converging towards him like a vortex. It entered his body through his pores, meridians, and acupoints, cleansing his marrow and refining his bones. The intense pain was far greater than any he had experienced during the Qi Refining stage, as if every inch of his flesh and bone was being shattered and reconstructed. But Lin Ming endured it, his will as firm as iron. He knew that this was the price of rebirth, the first step on his path to becoming a peerless powerhouse. Time lost all meaning within the Ruins of Chaos. He didn't know how much time had passed—it could have been 1 day, or it could have been 1 100 years. Finally, Lin Ming opened his eyes. A sharp, almost tangible light shot out from his gaze. The wounds on his body had completely healed. His previously frail and depleted body now felt filled with immense, explosive power. His dantian, which had been on the verge of collapse, was now brimming with spiritual energy far more pure and potent than before. A golden, liquid-like spiritual power slowly swirled at its core—the sign of a Perfect Foundation! He had successfully broken through from the Qi Refining stage to the Foundation Establishment stage in 1 continuous leap! And it was the legendary, flawless Foundation Establishment! Lin Ming stood up, his tattered robes unable to conceal his extraordinary aura. He was like an unsheathed sword, finally revealing its sharp edge to the world. "Elder Bai... the Azure Cloud Sect..." he murmured, his voice low and cold. "I will return." A thought passed through his mind. In the next instant, the grey, desolate plain vanished. The familiar, biting cold wind and the metallic scent of blood assaulted his senses once more. He was back in the snowy mountain pass. Everything seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye. Elder Bai, who had just witnessed Lin Ming's strange disappearance, was momentarily stunned. Now, seeing him reappear out of thin air, his expression shifted from shock to greed. "You brat! What kind of treasure is that? To actually possess spatial teleportation abilities? Hand it over now!" Elder Bai roared, the spiritual pressure of his Foundation Establishment stage erupting without reservation, pressing down on Lin Ming like a mountain. However, under this immense pressure, Lin Ming remained standing straight, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips. This time, it was different. He slowly raised his right hand. A wisp of pure, golden spiritual energy, carrying an aura of primordial chaos, coalesced at his fingertips. "Elder Bai," Lin Ming's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority, "the 1 who will die today... is you."