Chapter 532. The Top Sword Immortal of the East Sea Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name)

"Very well."

The Great Roc Demon Emperor nodded and joined forces with him, launching an assault toward the secluded cultivation chamber.

At the same moment, the 3 people before the secluded chamber—Eldrin and his companions—underwent a drastic change in complexion, revealing a trace of astonishment.

2 Demon Emperors and Devil Lords at the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul stage launched their assault. For the 3 of them to resist would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—their cultivation bases were utterly insufficient to withstand such power.

And in that very instant, just as the Blood Demon Elder and the Great Roc Demon Emperor were about to strike, the doors of the seclusion chamber suddenly shifted with a thunderous roar, swinging wide open.

A majestic figure stepped forth, clad in azure robes with hair as white as snow. Each strand of his hair was wreathed in a sword intent fierce enough to slay immortals and vanquish gods, as if a celestial sword deity had descended to the mortal realm.

His demeanor was so transcendent that for a moment, none present could react. With a mere lift of his brow toward the demon, a sword light cleaved through the air, striking forth with lethal intent.

"Damn it—"

The Bloodfiend Old Demon and the Great Peng Demon Emperor wore expressions of astonishment, yet in that same instant, they sensed a lethal threat.

The assailant had prepared for this moment, and the power of this sword strike even surpassed the domain of a Great Perfection Nascent Soul cultivator, nearly touching the realm of Pure Yang. It was clear—this blow was unleashed with the intent to annihilate them.

At the critical moment of life and death, the Blood Ghost Elder roared furiously, summoning his Great Perfection Nascent Soul’s innate Blood Ghost to reemerge. It unleashed boundless power in a desperate attempt to block this sword.

"Clang—"

The song of the blade rang out as an endless river of aqueous sword light swept across the sky. With a resounding clang, it cleanly severed the Blood Ghost at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm in 2.

"Ah, my life-bound Blood Fiend!"

The Blood Demon Old Monster let out a wretched scream, spewing a mouthful of blood as an expression of utter disbelief dawned on his face.

He stared at the newcomer in utter astonishment, his voice tinged with disbelief as he uttered, "Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name)... weren't you dead?"

Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name), Sword Immortal of the Vast Azure Seas!

1 True Lord after another, along with the fiends and demons, were utterly stunned, casting incredulous gazes toward that figure.

Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name), also known as the Azure Tide Sword Immortal.

This man was the foremost sword cultivator in the Eastern Sea cultivation realm. As early as 1 1000 years ago, he had already summoned his Celestial Soul, with his cultivation attainments reaching the half-step Pure Yang realm. His combat prowess ranked among the top 5 even among Violet World Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

His combat prowess was far too terrifying, even drawing the apprehension of the Demon Ancestor and Devil Patriarch.

3 100 years ago, Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name) attempted to breach the Soul Formation Realm at Canglang Island in the Eastern Sea. At the final critical moment, he was obstructed by several Soul Formation supremos including the Blood God Patriarch and the Kalpa's End Heavenly Demon, ultimately collapsing at the very brink of his breakthrough.

At that moment, the Violet Realm trembled, and countless Human Race True Monarchs lamented in sorrow, grieving the loss of a future Sword Immortal titan for their kind.

Yet what none could have ever anticipated was that the failed breakthrough had been within Caelum the Wavestrider’s (Person Name) calculations all along.

Dorian and Caelum the Wavestrider were the closest of confidants. It was Dorian who, after years of meticulous planning, arranged for Caelum the Wavestrider to feign death at the opportune moment and secretly enter the Ji Clan to serve as his guardian.

To that end, he had even willingly abandoned his physical body back then, arriving at the Ji Clan with only his Nascent Soul and Earth Soul. In recent years, the Ji Clan had forbidden outsiders from using the Nirvana Pool precisely because it was being utilized by Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name) to restore his physical form.

And having paid such a tremendous price to safeguard Dorian's path, once Dorian achieved his breakthrough, he would in turn assist him in reaching the Realm of Pure Yang.

The 2 shared a bond of life and death forged over thousands of years. Dorian's relationship with Caelum the Wavestrider even transcended that of cultivation partners. It was precisely for this reason that Dorian could entrust him with guarding his sanctuary during his breakthrough.

It could be said that when Dorian made his breakthrough, he entrusted his very life to Caelum the Wavestrider—a testament to their bond of absolute sincerity and unwavering trust.

Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name) lived up to expectations. The moment he struck, he caught the demons and monsters completely off guard. With a single swing of his sword, he shattered the Bloodghast Elder Demon's (Person Name) signature technique and inflicted grievous wounds upon him.

“Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name), the number 1 Sword Immortal of the Eastern Sea, hahaha!”

"Good, very good. You are truly cunning, Dorian (Person Name)."

In an instant, the Blood Specter Elder Demon let out a bitter laugh as he grasped the entire chain of events.

"The Canglang Sword had not tasted blood in a long time."

Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name) stood clad in azure robes, his 3 1000 strands of silver hair imbued with 3 1000 sword intents—each strand seeming poised to slay immortals and demons alike.

His expression was calm and composed as he glanced at the 3 companions beside him—Eldrin and the others—then declared, "Guard the cave abode well. I shall go and cut them down."

"Rest assured, Senior."

Eldrin nodded. If such an existence were to unleash their full power before the cave abode, it would inevitably affect Dorian inside. They had no choice but to force these individuals to retreat further away.

Hearing the reply, Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name) transformed into a streak of azure sword-light and soared into the sky, charging directly toward the Blood Ghost Old Demon (Person Name) and the Great Roc Demon Emperor (Person Name).

The outcome of this battle was never in doubt. Caelum the Wavestrider stood as the foremost sword cultivator across the Eastern Seas, wielding the Canglang Sword—a soul-bound Pure Yang immortal blade forged with Sixth-Realm Ancient Sea-Gold.

The might of such a pure yang immortal sword was truly world-shaking, potent enough to threaten even a Primordial Spirit Dao Lord. Slaying a few Nascent Soul cultivators would be as effortless as butchering dogs.

The Blood Ghost Elder's Lifebound Spirit Ghost possessed cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage—even a Half-Step Dao Monarch would struggle to slay it. Yet, beneath the Canglang Sword, it was obliterated in a single encounter.

With but this single strike, the sword's might was made manifest.

Faced with such a supreme sword immortal of the East Sea, 1 powerful enough to challenge even a Divine Transformation cultivator, the Great Peng Demon Emperor and the Blood Ghost Old Demon, though reputed to be at the peak of Nascent Soul stage, were clearly outmatched even when joining forces.

In just over a dozen exchanges, the Blood Demon Old Ghost had been slain 3 times in succession, barely escaping with his life by consuming his Blood God Avatars through the Blood Demon Rebirth Technique.

The Great Roc Demon Emperor was in no better shape. Having been struck twice in succession, his superior-grade spirit treasure battle armor was nearly half-destroyed. If the fight continued, he too would likely lose his life.

Pure Yang Immortal Sword.

All the Demon Emperors and Devil Lords present could no longer remain seated. Though they outnumbered the Guardians by a significant margin, they paled in comparison when faced with the Eastern Sea’s number 1 Sword Immortal, who wielded the combat prowess of half a Nascent Soul.

Canglang Sword Immortal not only possessed his innate Pure Yang Immortal Sword, but had also cultivated his sword intent to the Great Perfection realm. Every movement he made, even the strands of his hair, carried an indestructible sword essence.

A single strand of hair could sunder mountains, slice through rivers, and cleave the void—this was the supreme realm of sword intent.

Such an existence could not be contended with through mere numbers. Even top True Monarchs at the late Nascent Soul stage could scarcely withstand 3 strikes from him.

"Ah—"

The Blood Fiend Elder Demon was slain once more, shrieking in agony as he consumed a Blood Demon Seed to restore his physical form. Yet, his aura had dwindled to less than 40 percent of its original strength.

At this critical moment, he finally sensed the threat of death and screamed in desperation, "Master, save me!"

"Bzz…"

In an instant, the void froze solid.

Everyone raised their heads and saw, at the distant edge of the void, a boundless sea of blood stretching for tens of thousands of miles appearing between heaven and earth.

Amidst that sea of blood, countless vengeful spirits and ferocious ghosts wailed in agony, their ghastly and hideous forms evoking the image of an Avīci Hell.

A phantom figure clad in blood-red robes materialized above the crimson sea. It appeared as the master of this sanguine expanse, or perhaps even the sovereign of the Endless Blood Realm.

Blood God Patriarch

At the sight of the newcomer, a murderous gleam flashed in Caelum the Wavestrider's eyes.

If not for the obstruction of the Blood God Eldrin (Person Name) and others back then, he would have long attained the Realm of Pure Yang (Cultivation Realm), sparing him the need for such elaborate schemes.

Chapter 1: The Reborn Eldrin The sky above the 9 Heavens Continent was torn asunder by a blinding streak of lightning. Countless tribulation clouds converged, swirling like a vortex of destruction. At the center stood Eldrin, his white robes stained crimson with blood, yet his eyes burned with the unwavering determination of 1 who had cultivated for 3 1000 years. "So this is the fabled Heavenly Tribulation..." he murmured, watching as the 90-ninth divine thunderbolt gathered above him. Just as the cataclysmic energy was about to descend, a mysterious spatial rift swallowed him whole. When consciousness returned, Eldrin found himself in a dilapidated temple. The air reeked of damp earth and decay. Through the fragmented memories of his new host, he learned this was the Azure Cloud Sect's outer disciple—a youth sharing his name, recently killed in a petty dispute over spirit stones. "A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator..." Eldrin chuckled wryly, inspecting the frail body. His divine sense detected the youth's spiritual roots—barely adequate, yet strangely compatible with his own soul. Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside the temple. 3 figures clad in azure robes approached, their expressions contemptuous. "Still alive, trash?" sneered the leader, brandishing a gleaming sword. "Hand over those 3 spirit stones from the mission, and we might spare your pathetic life." Eldrin's eyes narrowed. In his previous life, such ants wouldn't deserve a glance. Now... he calculated his options. The body retained minimal spiritual energy, but his combat instincts remained. "Come claim them," he said calmly. Enraged, the disciples charged. Eldrin's hands moved in esoteric seals as he whispered, "Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss." A phantom sword materialized—not the legendary artifact he once wielded, but a manifestation condensed from residual soul energy. It pierced through the attackers' defenses before they could react. The 3 collapsed, their cultivation bases shattered. Eldrin collected their pouches, finding precisely 3,200 spirit stones and a low-grade healing pill. "A meager start," he mused, "but sufficient to begin the Heavenly Demon Art's first layer." As moonlight filtered through the broken roof, he sat cross-legged, circulating the supreme technique that once made him revered across realms. The surrounding spiritual energy stirred, drawn into his meridians like rivers flowing backward to the sea. By dawn, his cultivation had stabilized at the third level of Foundation Establishment. A faint, demonic glow flickered around him—the hallmark of the Heavenly Demon Art's initial success. "Interesting," Eldrin remarked, sensing unfamiliar energy patterns in the distance. "This world's cultivation system seems... peculiar." He glanced at the rising sun, a cold smile gracing his lips. The path to reclaiming his glory had begun.