Chapter 533. Riverlord Chang (Person Name)

The enmity of blocking 1's path to immortality is akin to the murder of 1's parents—no wonder Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name) brimmed with boundless killing intent.

The Blood God Patriarch paid no mind to Caelum the Wavestrider’s (Person Name) expression. He stared at Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name) and declared, “You brat of the waves, to think that 3 100 years ago, you actually managed to deceive this venerable 1 by feigning death.”

"Yet such a scheme could hardly be conceived by someone of your temperament, could it?"

He spoke, his gaze turning toward the secluded cultivation chamber as he remarked gravely, "I've long heard that young master Ji leaves no room for error in his calculations, yet he has always remained low-key and unassuming."

"Today I finally understand that only Dorian deserves to be called the foremost sage of the Eastern Wastelands."

At that very moment, the breakthrough atop Daokong Mountain reached its final juncture.

Behold, upon the boundless firmament, a resplendent golden sun descended from the 9 Heavens Above (Time & Distance), sweeping from the horizon toward the summit of Falling Void Mountain with transcendent grandeur.

The heavenly soul of the Patriarch of the Ji Clan was descending. Once it fully returned to its place, it would signify that Dorian (Person Name) had broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

He had to resort to forcible interruption to prevent him from attaining the Dao of Pure Yang.

Blood Demon's Great Palm Seal

Witnessing this scene, the Blood God Elder let out a cold sneer. In an instant, he manifested a colossal crimson hand that tore through the air, seizing directly toward Voidpeak Mountain.

At that very moment, a celestial river descended from the horizon's edge. Its boundless waters, like the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, swept across everything, rushing directly toward the Blood God Patriarch.

"Hmm—"

The Blood God Patriarch summoned the Blood Demon Palm Seal to block the strike, then turned his gaze toward the 9 Heavens Above.

Above the sky, an ancient scroll stretching for 10 1000 miles spanned the horizon. Painted upon it were the heavens, earth, and mountains, with a crimson sun and a winding river standing out most prominently.

The Painting of the Setting Sun over the Long River.

The moment he laid eyes on the treasure map, Patriarch Blood God instantly recognized who it belonged to.

He gazed into the depths of the firmament, his expression grave as he uttered, "Elder Changhe (Person Name), are you determined to safeguard his path of cultivation?"

Upon the earth, the crowd watched the heavens with rapt attention, each face revealing expressions of profound astonishment.

Eldrin looked up and saw an elderly man clad in Daoist robes, emanating an aura of immortal elegance, seated cross-legged in the 9 Heavens Above.

The elder’s demeanor was truly transcendent, like an ancient immortal from the 9 Heavens Above (Time & Distance), wandering through the mortal realm between heaven and earth, who had serendipitously manifested upon this vast land of the human world.

“Riverlord Chang (Person Name)。”

Eldrin murmured, his expression filled with reverence.

Riverlord Chang (Person Name) attained enlightenment 7 1000 years ago and stands as 1 of the 3 Dao Lord sacred lands of the human race in Eastern Wastelands (Location).

He reigned supreme over the upper reaches of the Ancestral River in the Eastern Wastelands, attaining the Pure Yang Dao through the Path of Water Element. He established the Human Race's River Sanctuary and safeguarded hundreds of millions of humans within the Ancient River Domain.

This Elder Dao Lord not only had attained the Pure Yang realm himself, but had also nurtured a disciple who reached the Pure Yang state. He could truly be called 1 of the Pillars of Stability in Eastern Wastelands (Location).

His cultivation had reached the Sixth Heavenly Layer of the Dao Monarch realm, and the River-Swallowing Sunset Scroll in his possession was a supreme Supreme Treasure of Pure Yang (Magic Treasure), potent enough to suppress the very fortune of a Dao Monarch's sacred ground.

Faced with such a human Dao Lord, even the Blood God Ancestor revealed a grave expression. He gazed at the heavens, his eyes heavy with solemnity, and muttered, "Why haven't the Crocodile Ancestor, the Netherworld Elder, and the others shown themselves yet?"

Riverlord Chang (Person Name) noticed his expression and said with a faint smile, "There's no need to wait any longer."

"The Star Palace will naturally deal with the Crocodile Ancestor, the Lin Clan will intercept those from Godfall Ridge, and the Elder of Netherdark wouldn't dare strike before Elder Lin(Person Name)."

Upon hearing this, the Blood God Elder's expression abruptly shifted dramatically.

Within the Eastern Wastelands (Location), the number of Nascent Soul Realm powers could be counted on 1 hand. Among them, there were only 2 Nascent Soul powers belonging to the demon race: the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor from the Vast Marshes, and the Crocodile Ancestor from the lower reaches of the Eastern Desolation's Ancestral River.

The demonic cultivator factions with Primordial Spirit powerhouses numbered only 2. 1 was the Soulfall Ridge, formerly the meditation site of a human Dao Lord before his ascension, which had since been occupied by demonic practitioners. The other belonged to the Nethersea's master—the enigmatic Nethersea Elder.

There are only 3 major powers under the Human Race Dao Lords: the Eternal River Sanctuary, the Starry Abode—rulers of the Stellar Ancient Domain—and the Lin Immortal Clan (Organization).

Although it appeared that the human race had 1 less Dao Lord Sacred Land, in truth the demon and monster races only had 5 Primordial Spirits, while the human race possessed 8.

The fundamental reason lies in the inherent selfishness of demons and monsters, who often seek to monopolize resources for themselves. In contrast, human sects and clans frequently support 1 another, which is why a single Dao Lord's sacred land often houses not just 1, but multiple Dao Lords.

For instance, Riverlord Chang (Person Name) had nurtured a Dao Lord disciple, while the Star Palace also boasted 3 Primordial Spirit Dao Lords.

The Lin Immortal Clan (Organization), which occupied the foremost sacred mountain of the Eastern Wastelands (Location), was even more extraordinary. Its patriarch, Lin Tianqi (Person Name), was the foremost sword cultivator of the Eastern Wastelands (Location), his cultivation having reached the late Dao Lord realm. Even within the entire Violet World (Location), he ranked among the top 10.

When Eldrin crossed the Qilian Mountains in the past, he had once witnessed the sword intent left by Lin Tianqi.

Back then, Lin Tianqi had just barely stepped into the Dao Lord realm, yet with a single sword strike, he obliterated the Demon God Temple where the demon race worshipped their deity. The sword intent he left behind remained undiminished even after 8 1000 years.

It could be said that the human race still held an absolute advantage in the Eastern Wastelands. If not for the need to dispatch several Dao Lords to guard the abyssal depths of the demonic rift, leaving their numbers stretched thin, how could those demons and monsters ever run rampant across the Eastern Wastelands?

Lin Tianqi.

Upon hearing that both the Soul-Crushing Ridge and the Crocodile Ancestor had been intercepted, and even the most formidable Netherworld Old Ancestor was held back by Lin Tianqi, a trace of icy displeasure flickered across Blood God Old Ancestor’s face.

Although the black dragon deep within the Eastern Wastelands (Location) was the true foremost powerhouse of this region, it had already pledged not to intervene.

At this moment, he understood he could no longer prevent Dorian (Person Name) from attaining the Dao.

At that thought, he sneered coldly, "Then this old man shall congratulate the human race for gaining another Dao Lord."

With those words, Patriarch Blood God swept a sleeve toward Old Devil Blood Ghost, intending to carry his disciple away.

Yet Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name) narrowed his eyes and summoned the Canglang Sword, striking directly at the Blood Demon Elder (Person Name).

"You dare!"

The Blood God Ancestor roared in fury and immediately struck out in rage.

"Junior, why such fury over a spar between youngsters?"

Riverlord Chang (Person Name) chuckled, "The Long River Sunset Painting in the heavens suppresses all creation, forcing Blood God Patriarch to defend with his full power."

It was in that fleeting moment of delay that Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name)'s sword intent extinguished all existence, once again obliterating the Bloodghost Old Demon.

This time, the Blood Ghost Elder Demon had no more Blood God Avatars to sacrifice in his stead. Finally, he was utterly annihilated—body and soul—by the Pure Yang Immortal Sword, to the extent that even reincarnation was likely no longer an option for him.

“Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name)！”

Witnessing his disciple being slain, the Blood God Ancestor roared in fury.

His eldest disciple, painstakingly nurtured to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm, had been reserved for refinement into a Second Spirit once they broke through to the Spirit Severing stage. To think they would perish so pointlessly here—the thought filled him with bitter fury.

Yet Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name) stood his ground, utterly unshaken. "Bloodfiend Oldghost (Person Name)," he declared, "wait a 1000 years, and I shall sever your head to accompany my wine."

"Haha!" The Blood God Elder laughed in extreme fury. "This old man has been waiting for you to come deliver yourself to death."

With those words, he withdrew at once, vowing to 1 day flay Caelum the Wavestrider (Person Name), refine his soul into a demonic treasure, and make him suffer eternal torment day and night.

After the Blood God Elder departed, Dorian's breakthrough finally reached its critical moment.

A golden sun descended from the heavens, plunging directly into the secluded cultivation chamber where Dorian (Person Name) resided.

Chapter 1: The Reborn Eldrin The sky above the 9 Heavens Continent was torn asunder by a blinding pillar of light. Countless cultivators gazed upward in awe as celestial phenomena unfolded, their hearts trembling with reverence. In that moment, a wisp of divine soul descended from the heavens, piercing through the clouds to enter the body of a dying youth in the remote Azure Peak Sect. Eldrin (Person Name) opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a newly forged sword. Memories flooded his mind—both his own as a fallen immortal from the Higher Realm, and those of the previous owner of this body, a discarded disciple of the Azure Peak Sect. "So, I've been reborn..." Eldrin murmured, sensing the faint spiritual energy coursing through his meridians. Though this body was weak, its foundation remained intact. Suddenly, the wooden door to his chamber burst open. A young man in blue robes stood arrogantly at the threshold, his expression full of contempt. "Eldrin, you worthless trash! Hand over your monthly allocation of 3 spirit stones, and I might consider letting you keep your bed for another night." Eldrin's eyes narrowed. In his previous life, he had commanded respect across the 9 Heavens. Now, even a mere Foundation Establishment stage cultivator dared to bully him? Rising slowly, Eldrin channeled the meager spiritual energy within him. "You want my spirit stones? Come and take them." The blue-robed disciple laughed mockingly, forming a hand seal to summon the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). Flames danced along the blade as it shot toward Eldrin. But Eldrin merely smiled. With a flick of his wrist, he executed the simplest of the 9 Celestial Seals—a technique that could shatter mountains in its complete form. Though his current cultivation could only manifest 1-10-thousandth of its power, it was more than enough. A brilliant light erupted from his palm, instantly extinguishing the flaming sword. The blue-robed disciple stared in disbelief as his treasured weapon clattered to the floor, its spiritual energy completely drained. "How... how is this possible?" the disciple stammered, his face pale with shock. Eldrin stepped forward, his voice cold and authoritative. "From today onward, this chamber belongs to me alone. Now, get out." As the terrified disciple scrambled away, Eldrin turned to gaze out the window at the distant mountains. His journey to reclaim his throne had begun. He sat cross-legged on the hard wooden bed, circulating the Heaven Swallowing Art (Cultivation Method). Spiritual energy from the surroundings converged toward him, forming visible vortexes in the air. After 1 100 years in the Higher Realm, he had returned to this mortal world. Though his cultivation had fallen to the third level of Qi Refining, the insights and memories of his past life remained. Reaching the Nascent Soul stage would be merely a matter of time. "Just you wait," Eldrin whispered to the heavens. "I will make all those who betrayed me pay the price." Outside, the moon rose over the Azure Peak Mountains, its silver light illuminating the path of a reborn legend.