Chapter 592 Lyra (Person Name) Breaks Through, Zhenjun Banquet

However, Eldrin was not worried about him. After consuming the Yin-Yang Treasure Ginseng Pill, Kael's cultivation had already broken through to the second level of Nascent Soul.

With such power, 1 could roam the world unhindered. So long as they didn't provoke overly formidable enemies, their chances of survival were exceedingly high.

Having reached his current level, it was time for him to make a name for himself across the realm—time to venture forth and roam.

Eldrin smiled faintly, a trace of calm settling in his heart.

After a moment of contemplation, she inquired once more, "How has Uncle Lior been all these years? Has he managed to break through to the Nascent Soul realm?"

"Not yet." Chen Changxuan shook his head, sighing helplessly. "Lior's foundation is insufficient. Even after taking the Nascent Soul Formation Pill, he only managed to reach the Pseudo-Infant Realm."

He couldn't bear to consume the Azure Lotus Seed, claiming it would be wasted if taken now. Better to save it for when his chances of success would be greater.

"Alas."

Eldrin sighed inwardly, knowing full well that the other party’s words were justified.

Inferior-grade Golden Cores inherently face slim chances of breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm. Without the aid of a Nascent Soul Formation Pill (Spiritual Object), such cultivators would find the path to Nascent Soul virtually impassable. Only those with medium-grade Golden Cores could truly be considered candidates for True Monarch attainment.

The reason Qiu Daoyi was able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage ultimately lay in his Mid-grade Golden Core. In contrast, Xavier (Person Name), who possessed a Lower-grade Golden Core, ultimately failed in his attempt to form a Nascent Soul.

Suppressing a sigh in his heart, Eldrin spoke: "When he attempts his next breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage, we must make sure he consumes the Green Lotus Seed."

"Hmm."

Chen Changxuan nodded, lost in thought for a moment before speaking, "He is the last descendant of the Qing generation. If he fails to form his Nascent Soul before his lifespan runs out, I shall journey to the Heavenly Profound Sect to acquire the Profound Water Immortal Pear (Spiritual Object) for him."

Eldrin fell silent for a moment before finally saying, "If it truly comes to that, it should be me, as the junior, who offers support."

The old clan leader nodded without saying another word.

Now, the Chen Clan had 6 True Lords in its lineage, and their status and standing were no longer what they used to be. If they truly wished to pool their resources to fully support 1 True Lord, it wasn’t entirely impossible—it would simply come at a considerable cost.

After bidding farewell to Chen Changxuan, Eldrin returned to Spirit Isle Lake, and his days resumed their former tranquility and serenity.

While instructing his disciples, he also consolidated his own cultivation attainments, and during his spare time, he attempted to cultivate divine abilities.

Thus, in the blink of an eye, another dozen or so years had passed.

That day, Eldrin sat cross-legged outside his spiritual vein cave abode, continuously deducing divine abilities and manifesting all manner of secret celestial patterns.

The evolved divine abilities were the Great Art of Divination and the Stellar Glazed Body (Spiritual Root). His talent was extraordinary, and he possessed a profound innate gift for the Dao of Heavenly Secrets.

Over the years, as his comprehension of these 2 great divine abilities grew ever more profound, he had vaguely sensed an indescribable common thread between them.

Now he was attempting to merge these 2 divine abilities, seeking to use these 2 great celestial arts as his foundation. By combining the strengths of both, he aimed to create an entirely new grand divine ability.

Eldrin had an inexplicable premonition that once he fully integrated these 2 supreme divine abilities, he would be able to establish a quasi-Pure Yang divine power.

"Once the fusion succeeds, perhaps it can be refined into a third innate supernatural power."

He murmured inwardly, then sensed a powerful aura erupting from the secluded cultivation chamber behind him. Immediately after, Lyra (Person Name) emerged from the chamber.

With the aid of the Heaven-Earth Spirit Peach, Lyra's cultivation progress had been steady. Over the years, her continuous practice of the Yin-Yang Mutual Attainment Covenant with Eldrin had significantly accelerated her advancement. This secluded meditation was aimed at breaking through to the Nascent Soul, 3rd Tier.

Having broken through to the 3rd Tier of the Nascent Soul (Cultivation Realm), she cast a glance at Eldrin (Person Name) with silken-seductive eyes, her voice dripping with honeyed charm. "Since you stood guard for me during my breakthrough, I shall grant you a reward."

Eldrin (Person Name)：“…”

After a period of cultivation, Eldrin held Lyra close and said, "While you were in seclusion, the Haoran Peak sent an invitation."

Disciple Green Spirit True Master of Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name) has recently achieved a breakthrough to the Nascent Soul realm and invites us to attend the celebration banquet.

Lyra's beautiful eyes flickered slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she said, "Magnus the Virtuous Lord has shown us considerable guidance. This time, we must bring generous gifts."

"I understand." Eldrin nodded, then continued, "Master Qingling possesses gold and wood spiritual roots. Our clan still has a piece of fifth-grade arcane gold—let's send it to him for forging his natal treasure."

The fifth-grade Mystic Gold of the Chen Clan was obtained from the Golden Rhinoceros Demon Emperor (Demon Beast). Though the refinement method for that Golden Rhinoceros Demon Emperor's (Demon Beast) Lifebound War Spear was crude, the materials used were exceptionally abundant.

After Eldrin completed the refinement, the resulting fifth-grade Mystic Gold was sufficient to forge 2 fifth-grade spirit treasures. 1 portion was exchanged with Kael, leaving this remaining portion as the perfect choice for crafting a life-bound spiritual artifact.

Mount Haojian was teeming with a sea of people. Qingling Zhenjun—once known as Qingling Zhenren—stood with a joyful expression as he accompanied several distinguished guests.

Today, over 30 True Monarchs had arrived, among them numerous powerful cultivators at the late Nascent Soul stage—figures of utmost prestige across the entire realm.

Lord Qingling knew full well that his advancement to the Nascent Soul realm would typically attract only a few nearby Nascent Soul cultivators to offer congratulations. The presence of this multitude was entirely due to the prestige of his master.

Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name) held an exceedingly noble status. Blessed with the Magnanimous Dao Body and having formed a Heaven-Dao Nascent Soul, this peerless prodigy ranked among the top 30 powerhouses across the 3 Veins Ancient Domain.

Just then, as True Lord Qingling's thoughts wavered, a Golden Core cultivator approached and whispered something by his ear.

After listening, True Lord Qingling hastily cupped his hands toward the group and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoists, please excuse me for a moment. I must go greet a few close friends."

"Oh?"

The group exchanged faint smiles, and 1 scholarly-looking man remarked with a light chuckle, "I wonder which fellow cultivator has arrived."

The Verdant Spirit True Lord smiled faintly and said, "It is precisely the 2 of them—the Dao companions of the Return to Ruins Daoist."

Eldrin of the Returning Abyss!

The group’s expressions froze in surprise. The refined man, his demeanor turning solemn and respectful, said, “So it is the Sword Immortal of Jizhou, the 1 who triumphed over Purple Jade Demon Emperor (Demon Beast). This lord shall accompany you to meet him.”

Seeing this, the other True Monarchs quickly stepped forward as well, smiling as they said, "We shall all go together to meet him."

Elder Qingling was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

Most of the Nascent Soul, Mid Stage and Nascent Soul, Late Stage mighty True Lords were hosted by his own master. Those he personally received were merely a few Nascent Soul, Early Stage cultivators, whose future potential might not necessarily surpass his own.

Though Eldrin (Person Name) had broken through to the Nascent Soul realm less than 1 100 years ago, he could already contend against late-stage Nascent Soul experts. Such a prodigy would likely become a late-stage Nascent Soul grand cultivator in the future, and might even advance to the Spirit Void realm. No wonder these cultivators sought to curry favor.

This was only to be expected. If they didn’t seize the chance to leave an impression while he was still young, once he had cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm—or even the Spirit Severing realm—they wouldn’t even have a path to curry favor with him.

"Time truly flies by."

In just a few centuries, the fellow cultivator who once begged me for an introduction to my master had become an existence I now had to gaze up at.

With these thoughts in mind, Qingling Zhenjun (Person Name) shook his head once more.

At the very least, he had been Eldrin's close friend for many years—this alone placed him far above the True Lords who merely sought to seize the opportunity to gain his acquaintance.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled through the mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. Lin Feng tightened his worn deerskin coat, his breath forming pale clouds in the moonlit night. His fingers, numb from the cold, unconsciously traced the simple spatial ring on his left hand—the only legacy his master had left him. "Just 1 more day," he murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on the distant peaks where the Silver Moon Sect's recruitment would begin at dawn. "1 more chance." Suddenly, a brilliant streak of light tore across the starry sky, descending toward the very mountain pass where he stood. Before Lin Feng could react, the object struck the frozen ground mere meters away, sending tremors through the earth. Cautiously approaching, he found a palm-sized jade slip glowing with ethereal light. As his fingers made contact, ancient characters materialized in his mind: [9 Revolutions Nirvana Art - Complete Edition]. His heart raced. This was no ordinary cultivation manual—it contained methods lost for millennia, techniques that could supposedly allow 1 to transcend the mortal realm entirely. But his excitement was short-lived. 3 figures descended from the night sky, their white robes fluttering in the wind—disciples of the Silver Moon Sect. "Hand over the artifact, mortal," the lead disciple commanded, his voice dripping with condescension. "Such treasures are not for the likes of you." Lin Feng's grip tightened around the jade slip. After years of struggling, of being turned away by sects for his "mediocre" spiritual roots, fortune had finally smiled upon him. He wouldn't surrender this opportunity so easily. "I found it fairly," he stated, meeting the disciple's gaze without flinching. The disciple sneered. "Fairly? What meaning does fairness hold between immortals and mortals?" As the disciple reached for the jade slip, a strange energy surged from the artifact into Lin Feng's body. The world seemed to slow around him, and the disciples' movements became sluggish, as if trapped in amber. Time stood still. Then, everything went black. When Lin Feng regained consciousness, he found himself in an unfamiliar bamboo grove. The jade slip in his hand had transformed into pure energy that now coursed through his meridians. His spiritual awareness had expanded beyond recognition, and he could sense the flow of energy in everything around him—from the bamboo leaves rustling in the wind to the insects burrowing beneath the soil. A system interface materialized before his eyes: [Host: Lin Feng] [Cultivation: None → Qi Refinement - 3rd Level] [Technique: 9 Revolutions Nirvana Art - 1st Revolution] [Lifespan Increased: 80 years → 180 years] Lin Feng took a deep breath, the cool night air filling his lungs with renewed vitality. The Silver Moon Sect disciples were nowhere to be seen, but he knew they would eventually track him down. He glanced toward the sect's mountain gates in the distance, then turned and walked in the opposite direction. The orthodox path had rejected him time and again. Perhaps it was time to explore other possibilities. "The river flows east for 30 1000 li," he whispered an ancient proverb, "but sometimes 1 must sail against the current to reach the source." A faint smile touched his lips as he disappeared into the deepening night.