Chapter 625. Refining the Quasi-Pure Yang Spiritual Treasure (Magic Treasure)

After Qing’er departed, Thanatos the God-Feller (Person Name) stood in place for a long while before finally stepping into a secluded cave abode deep within the grand hall.

Within the cavern abode, a handsome man sat in serene meditation. Had any Chen Clan cultivators been present, their faces would have surely paled in astonishment.

This person was actually Kael.

Kael (Person Name) stood draped in a black robe, his limbs bound by chains forged of divine metal. An endless demonic energy corroded both his flesh and soul—an agony beyond description.

Thanatos the God-Feller (Person Name) cast a complicated glance at him and spoke after a long silence, "Truly, you possess a demonic cultivation talent unseen for tens of thousands of years. It would be a profound waste for 1 such as you not to walk the path of darkness."

"Hmph—"

Kael snorted coldly, his expression unwavering as he stared back. Gritting his teeth against the endless erosion of demonic energy, his gaze remained frosty as he spoke: "What exactly are you trying to accomplish?"

"You need not hate me so."

Thanatos the God-Feller (Person Name) spoke with uncharacteristic warmth, a faint smile gracing his lips: "The boundless Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root) devours the soul, capable of corroding a cultivator's consciousness. Should you endure its trials, the path to Primordial Spirit shall unfold before you."

"I intended to try every possible remedy, drawing from your method of subduing the Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root) to find a way to help Qing'er restore her soul."

"This is a matter of mutual benefit for both of us, though it appears I've now found a superior alternative."

Kael allowed the endless Demonic Fiend Qi to engulf his body, enduring boundless agony as a tormented scream tore from his throat.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and asked through gritted teeth, "Who exactly are you?"

"Who am I?" Thanatos the God-Feller fell silent, then murmured with profound confusion after a long pause, "I am but a wisp of dust beneath heavenly tribulation—neither truly alive nor completely dead, my past scattered like forgotten dreams."

Only 1 indomitable voice within me insisted: to break free from Its control, I must reclaim my past-life memories, shatter the inner demons haunting my heart, and seize dominion over my own soul once more.

"Otherwise, I shall be eternally condemned, falling into the Avici Hell never to return."

Kael fell silent. Among the various Primordial Spirit Dao Lords of Eastern Wastelands, only Thanatos the God-Feller maintained the lowest profile—existing like a forbidden subject rarely spoken of.

Little did anyone expect that, like the Eldritch Fiends, he had long fallen under the control of an Outer Realm Demon God, his very soul shackled and his actions no longer his own.

Thus, it is unlikely that even the myriad primordial spirit old demons of the Violet Realm would welcome the invasion of this world by the Outer Realm Demonic God.

"Who exactly is He?"

1 thought to ascend to immortality, 1 thought to descend into demonhood.

"If I am corrupted by the Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root) and completely lose my sanity, will I fall eternally into the Avīci Hell like Him?"

A chill gripped Kael's heart. Even with his iron-forged will, he now felt utterly hopeless.

Thanatos the God-Feller (Person Name), as a veteran Nascent Soul demon after all, still retained a sliver of consciousness in the depths of his soul.

The Saintess of the Fallen God Temple had attained a cultivation as high as the Nascent Soul, Mid Stage, yet her life soul had been completely eroded, remolding it into a new consciousness.

If he were to sink so low, would he too fall into such darkness, forever losing his true self, with no chance of ever awakening again?

Would he still be himself when the time came?

"This cannot be."

In an instant, Kael gritted his teeth as countless thoughts ignited within his heart: "Do you choose to sink into the Avīci Hell, suffering eternal torment, or ascend to immortality by my side?"

Ascending to Immortality.

Billions of thoughts were glowing, roaring in fury.

Kael smiled, his gaze resolute as he declared, "Lend me your strength, and together we shall subdue it!"

Boom—

Billions of dazzling rays bloomed, weaving thread by thread to fortify Kael's faith in Eldrin, ceaselessly resisting the boundless Demonic Fiend Qi with crystalline clarity.

Thanatos the God-Feller gazed silently, a glimmer surfacing in his abyss-like pupils: "So this is the power of faith formed by hundreds of millions of converging thoughts—to think it could be this formidable."

At this point, a look of astonishment flashed in Thanatos the God-Feller (Person Name)'s eyes.

At his level of cultivation, the 3 souls—Heavenly Soul, Earthly Soul, and Human Soul—had merged into 1. Even if eroded by endless Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root), it would be difficult to completely corrupt his consciousness. Thus, the Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root) of the Soul-Devouring Ridge meant little to him.

Kael, merely at the Nascent Soul, Early Stage, could temporarily withstand the sixth-order Demonic Fiend Qi. Such audacity made him view the young man in a slightly more favorable light.

"Alas, this requires forming a Heavenly Dao Nascent Soul through a Heavenly Dao Qi (Spiritual Root) tainted by the resentment of hundreds of millions, making it useless for Qing'er."

"What she needed was a method to awaken her divine soul."

After a long while, Thanatos the God-Feller shook his head and finally spoke, "If you can subdue the Demonic Fiend Qi of the God-Felling Ridge, you might gain a sliver of chance to attain immortality in the future."

"However, you only have 2 and a half sexagenary cycles remaining. Should you fail to subdue the Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root) before then, when the Abyssal Chasm opens and my consciousness falls completely under the Demon God's control—that will mark your demise."

"My thanks for your aid, Fellow Daoist."

Deep within the earth fire vein of the Apricot Island.

Eldrin retrieved the Crimson Phoenix Crucible (Magic Treasure), then offered a slight bow toward the Oblique Sun Wheel. With its assistance over the past 60 years, the demonic energy within the Crimson Phoenix Crucible (Magic Treasure) had finally been completely refined.

The Slanting Sun Wheel gazed at the Crimson Phoenix Crucible (Magic Treasure) in Eldrin's (Person Name) hand and smiled faintly. "This Crimson Phoenix Crucible (Magic Treasure) is a truly precious treasure—not only does it possess both offensive and defensive capabilities, but it can also be used for alchemy and artifact forging. You must wield it with great care."

"So it is."

Eldrin bid farewell to the Setting Sun Sect and said to Lyra, "The 9 Rivers Continent has agreed to intervene. However, it will take them several years to mobilize their forces. Let us seize this opportunity to make further preparations."

"Very well." Lyra nodded, then said, "With the Pure Yang Divine Liquid in our possession and 2 precious lotuses, we can indeed attempt to jointly forge a supreme treasure."

"Then let us venture into the Flaming Abyss of Infernal Torment."

The 2 of them intended to forge a supreme treasure, and it would naturally be easier to utilize the fifth-tier, upper-grade fire vein of the Blazing Prison Sea of Flames.

They arrived at the Blazing Prison Sea of Flames and began forging a spiritual treasure by harnessing the power of a fifth-grade, superior-quality fire vein.

To forge this revered treasure, Eldrin not only offered the Crimson Flame Qi lotus, but also contributed that celestial snow lotus from the heavens, further integrating that single drop of Pure Yang Divine Liquid. The entire process consumed 3 full years before its completion.

"What a fine treasure."

Eldrin's eyes lit up with delight as he gazed upon the treasure lotus before him.

Once refined, the treasured lotus indeed lived up to his expectations, having reached the tier of Quasi-Sixth Rank. It could truly be called a Quasi-Pure Yang Spiritual Treasure (Magic Treasure) capable of shaking the world.

This treasure is a formidable defensive spirit artifact, capable of activating the defensive supernatural ability known as the 2 Forms Divine Aura. When wielded by a cultivator at the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm), even a Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) Dao Lord would find it difficult to breach its defenses with ease.

At this thought, Eldrin smiled and said, "With this treasure in hand, our safety will be secured henceforth."

"Indeed, the Quasi-Pure Yang Spiritual Treasure (Magic Treasure)."

A flicker of delight also surfaced in Lyra's eyes. Quasi-Pure Yang Spiritual Treasures were exceptionally rare in this world—even a Half-Step Primordial Spirit Dao Lord might not possess more than a handful. This alone demonstrated how precious this treasure truly was.

With this treasure in hand, as long as they broke through to the Nascent Soul, Mid Stage, they would likely be able to hold their own even against a Great Perfection realm expert.

After acquiring the 2 Forms Treasure Lotus, Eldrin emerged from the Earthfire Chamber only to encounter Lila the moment he stepped out.

Lila smiled faintly upon seeing them emerge. "The preparations at 9 Rivers Isle are nearly complete. Now they only await our arrival."

Chapter 1: The Reborn Youth The biting cold wind howled through the mountain valley, carrying with it the scent of decayed leaves and damp earth. Li Yao, a young man of 17, lay unconscious amidst the undergrowth, his body battered and bruised. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his vision blurry. A sharp pain shot through his head, and memories flooded back—memories that did not belong to him. "I... I am Li Yao? No, I am the Eldrin of the Azure Cloud Realm, a cultivator who had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage!" He struggled to sit up, his mind reeling. The original Li Yao was a disciple of the Verdant Peak Sect, but his spiritual roots were mediocre, and he had been bullied relentlessly by his fellow disciples. In a recent altercation, he had been pushed off a cliff and left for dead. Eldrin, however, had perished during a heavenly tribulation. His soul, somehow, had transmigrated into Li Yao's body. "A second chance..." Li Yao murmured, a flicker of determination igniting in his eyes. "This time, I will reclaim my former glory and surpass it!" He inspected his new body. The spiritual roots were indeed poor, barely enough to grasp the basics of cultivation. But Eldrin's knowledge and experience remained intact. He knew countless cultivation techniques, alchemy formulas, and artifact-forging methods. "First, I need to heal these injuries and rebuild my foundation." He recalled a basic body-refining technique—the Art of the Crimson Pulse. It was a low-level method, but in his current state, it was perfect. Sitting cross-legged, Li Yao began to circulate what little spiritual energy he had. The energy flowed through his meridians, slowly mending his broken bones and torn muscles. The process was agonizing, but he endured, his will forged through centuries of cultivation. Hours passed, and the moon rose high in the sky. Li Yao finally opened his eyes, a faint red glow shimmering around him before dissipating. "First layer of the Art of the Crimson Pulse, complete." He flexed his hands, feeling a surge of strength. His injuries had mostly healed, and his body felt lighter and more agile. He then remembered the spatial ring the original Li Yao possessed. It was a low-grade artifact, containing only a cubic meter of space. With a thought, he accessed its contents. Inside, he found: - 32,000 spirit stones - A dozen or so basic healing pills - A worn-out cultivation manual—the Verdant Peak Scripture - A rusty short sword "Paltry resources," Li Yao sighed. "But it's a start." He took out the Verdant Peak Scripture and skimmed through it. It was a crude and inefficient technique, full of flaws. Yet, it was the standard method taught in the Verdant Peak Sect. "I'll use it as a cover for now. But for true power, I need my own methods." He decided to cultivate the Heaven Devouring Art, a legendary technique he had discovered in an ancient ruin in his previous life. It was notorious for its difficulty but unparalleled in its potential. Sitting down again, Li Yao began the first cycle of the Heaven Devouring Art. The surrounding spiritual energy surged toward him, forming a visible vortex. It was far more efficient than the Verdant Peak Scripture. The energy poured into his dantian, swirling into a tiny cloud of mist. This was the sign of entering the first layer of the Qi Refining Stage. In just 1 night, he had achieved what took the original Li Yao over a year. "As expected of the Heaven Devouring Art," Li Yao smiled. "With this, reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage should be possible within 3 months." Dawn approached, painting the horizon with shades of orange and purple. Li Yao stood up, his gaze sharp. "It's time to return to the sect. Those who wronged me... they will pay." He glanced at the rusty short sword. With a trace of spiritual energy, he could make it usable. For now, it would suffice. "Let's see what this new life has in store for the Eldrin, now Li Yao of the Verdant Peak Sect."