Chapter 638. 7-Colored Immortal Pearl (Spiritual Object), Astonishing Opportunity

Although accelerated cultivation would consume more resources, it ultimately saved 1 100 and 50 years of arduous training.

However, fifth-rank spirit clam pearls were exceptionally rare. Even a single fifth-rank spirit clam could only produce 1 such pearl every 6 100 years.

The 20 spirit pearl conches brought forth by the Rainbow Immortal Clam represented nearly half the accumulated foundation their clan had painstakingly gathered over thousands of years.

2 strands of Earth Mother Qi (Spiritual Root) were nurtured from this earth vein, while the 3 spirit conch shells were left behind by 3 fifth-order spirit conches of the Spirit Conch Clan that had achieved nirvana over the years.

The group obtained their treasures, and Lilith, Mistress of Desire declared, "1 pair of Spirit Shells is valued at 1 100 Heavenly Crystals. 3 pairs amount to 3 100 Heavenly Crystals in total."

"2 100 Earth Mother Qi (Spiritual Root) plus 2 100 Heavenly Crystal (Spiritual Object) amounts to 4 100 Heavenly Crystal (Spiritual Object)."

"As for the 20 spirit shell pearls, let's price them at 50 Heavenly Crystals (Spiritual Object) each."

"Agreed."

Everyone nodded and proceeded to divide the treasures according to the agreed-upon shares.

As agreed, the combat contribution share for Nascent Soul, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm) was set at 2-tenths, Nascent Soul, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm) at 5-tenths, while Late Stage Nascent Soul cultivators would receive 15 percent of the treasures.

Eldrin, whose combat prowess rivaled that of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was allocated a share of 1.5%. Though Lyra fell slightly short of late-stage Nascent Soul level in combat strength, she still secured a 1% portion due to her formidable abilities.

The 2 of them combined would receive approximately 20-5 percent of the treasures, while Lilith, Mistress of Desire (Person Name) and Jiang Moran together would claim 30 percent.

The remaining dozen or so Nascent Soul True Lords divided the leftover 40-5 percent among themselves, each receiving a considerable share.

After some deliberation, Eldrin exchanged with Lyra for 8 spirit cowrie pearls, taking no other treasures.

They now had no shortage of spiritual treasures. Even the combined earth veins of the Earth Mother Qi (Spiritual Root) family produced 1 on average every 2 to 3 100 years. Instead, spirit pearl clams that could accelerate cultivation were what they lacked most.

After dividing the treasures, the group did not linger at 9 Dragons' Deep Pool (Location). They still needed to deal with the cultivators outside, lest anyone else attempt to sneak into 9 Dragons' Deep Pool (Location).

However, Eldrin and Lyra did not leave immediately. He cupped his hands respectfully toward the Rainbow Immortal Clam and said, "May I ask, Your Excellency, I have a close friend who accidentally entered the 9 Dragons' Deep Pool. I wonder if he is now in your hands?"

"You mean that cultivator who possesses the 9 Dragon Command?"

The Rainbow Immortal Shell's beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she gave a graceful curtsy. "This humble 1 is named Seraphina Qu (Person Name). You may simply call me Seraphina Qu (Person Name)."

"In recent days, aside from your group, he is the only 1 who has entered this place." Seraphina Qu (Person Name) nodded once more and offered a slight bow. "Please follow me."

Eldrin and Lyra exchanged a glance before following Seraphina Qu deeper into the 9 Dragons' Deep Pool.

No 1 knew how much time had passed when Seraphina Qu led the crowd before a pitch-black cavern abode.

Within the cavern abode, the Green Verse Wanderer remained seated in meditation, yet his aura was exceedingly feeble—clear evidence that his soul had suffered a grievous wound.

He obtained the Dragon Command Token, acquiring the legacy of the 9-Headed Abyss's primordial ancestor.

Yet the 9 Dragons' Ancestor was utterly malicious, luring him back to 9 Dragons' Deep Pool (Location) with a wisp of remnant soul, seeking to seize his body.

Seraphina Qu (Person Name) paused briefly before continuing, "Fortunately, the 9 Dragons Primordial Ancestor had perished 10 1000 years ago, with only a wisp of his remnant soul lingering—so feeble it was at its limit. Against all odds, he managed to endure it."

As Seraphina Qu recounted the tale, Eldrin finally understood the whole story.

The 9-Headed Primordial Dragon was a unique flood dragon with 9 heads, said to be a descendant of the Black Dragon Demon Clan—born from the union between the Black Dragon Demon Clan and a 9-Headed Serpent Demon Emperor.

The 9-Headed Hydra, having fused with the true dragon bloodline of the Black Dragon Demon Clan, possessed 9 serpent-dragon heads, making its lineage even more formidable than that of a 9-headed serpent.

Its cultivation had once reached the Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) – a realm that likely rivaled even the Green Flood Dragon Demon Emperor (Demon Beast). Strictly speaking, it held seniority 2 generations above the Green Flood Dragon Demon Emperor (Demon Beast), suggesting their relationship might be that of grand-uncle and nephew.

This vile flood dragon had been slain by the human race over 10 1000 years ago. With the passage of countless years, the exact circumstances of that event have long been lost to time.

However, this 9-Headed Flood Dragon truly lived up to its reputation as an exotic species with formidable bloodline. Not only were each of its 9 remaining sons Demonic Emperors, but its own lifespan was extraordinarily tenacious. Even after 10 1000 years, a remnant of its soul still attempted a body seizure.

Unfortunately, he had underestimated Elder Qingci and overestimated himself.

Although Elder Qingci was merely at the False Infant stage with a mid-grade Golden Core, the 9-Headed Flood Dragon—who had once been at the Half-Step Primordial Spirit realm—had been slain for over 10 1000 years. All that remained was an exceedingly feeble wisp of a remnant soul that attempted a body seizure, yet ultimately fell just short of success.

Seeing this, Eldrin couldn't help but smile again. "Brother Qingci has weathered this tribulation and obtained the legacy of a Half-Step Primordial Spirit realm demon emperor. I'm afraid you'll be able to cultivate at least to the late Nascent Soul stage in the future."

"Our clan still possesses an Earth Mother Qi (Spiritual Root). I shall retrieve it later to lend him a helping hand."

At this point, Eldrin cupped his hands toward Seraphina Qu and said, "Truth be told, it was my friend who brought the 9 Dragons' Deep Pool back to light. For this, I must offer you my apologies, Fair 1."

"There's no need for this."

Seraphina Qu (Person Name) let out a soft sigh, shaking her head with a bitter smile. "I've long understood—how could there truly exist a place untouched by worldly strife in this world?"

"To be able to live carefreely in the 9 Dragons' Deep Pool (Location) for several 1000 years is already the greatest fortune for our spirit clam clan."

At this point, Seraphina Qu turned her gaze to Eldrin and said, "I've heard that human cultivators are all capable of setting up formation arrays. Now that our 9 Dragons' Deep Pool has emerged into the world, we'll likely need to deploy a high-level formation array to ensure its safety."

"That is why I wish to request your assistance in setting up a mountain-protecting array for us."

"It's not that exaggerated. Most of our human cultivators specialize in specific arts—those who can master fifth-tier formations are still relatively few."

Eldrin chuckled and shook his head before adding, "However, when it comes to formation arts, I do possess some superficial knowledge—enough to deploy a Grade 5, Superior-tier grand formation."

"Is that truly the case?"

Seraphina Qu's beautiful eyes shimmered with delight as she promptly responded, "That simplifies matters greatly. Should you agree to deploy a fifth-tier mountain protection array for me, I would gladly offer you generous rewards in return."

As she spoke, she reached out and produced a treasure pearl shimmering with 7-colored radiance, her cheeks faintly flushed as she said.

"This is a 7-Colored Immortal Pearl (Spiritual Object) that once grew upon my being. Though it pales in comparison to 1's Lifebound Treasure Pearl, it can still enhance your chances of breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm by 10 percent."

"Let this serve as your reward."

"This..."

Eldrin's breathing grew somewhat rapid. A supreme treasure that could increase 1's chances of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage by 10 percent—this was nearly comparable to half a Nascent Soul Pill.

The worth of this object simply could not be measured in Heavenly Crystals (Spiritual Object) or spirit stones. Were word of it to spread, even Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) experts would be driven into a frenzy, inevitably plunging the world into rivers of blood.

Able to nurture such a supreme treasure, no wonder the 7-colored Immortal Clam is hailed as a Mythical Immortal Seed—even the 9 Heavens Immortals would regard it as a priceless jewel.

You must understand that Seraphina Qu's cultivation was merely at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage. If she were to advance to the Soul Formation realm, the 7-Colored Immortal Pearl she condensed would surely be even more astonishing.

At this thought, Eldrin’s breathing grew slightly hurried. He couldn’t help but glance at Seraphina Qu, wondering if he should coax her into returning with him.

However, he quickly suppressed the thought. This was merely their first encounter, and his opponent’s strength far surpassed his own. Whether through persuasion or force, neither approach would likely succeed.

Chapter 1: The Reborn Eldrin The sky was shrouded in heavy clouds, thunder rumbling incessantly. Atop the solitary peak of the Return-to-Ancestor Summit, a figure stood tall and unyielding. "Eldrin! Hand over the Primordial Chaos Codex, and we might spare your soul!" shouted a elder in a green robe, hovering mid-air, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes. Eldrin chuckled coldly, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "The Primordial Chaos Codex has chosen its master. Do you think you’re worthy?" He had cultivated for 3 1000 years, rising from a humble mortal to the legendary Eldrin revered across the realms. Yet today, besieged by the 10 great sects, even his indomitable spirit was at its limit. "Arrogant fool! Since you refuse to yield, don’t blame us for being ruthless!" The green-robed elder formed a hand seal, and the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss burst into raging flames, streaking across the sky like a meteor. Eldrin took a deep breath, the spiritual energy within his dantian churning violently. He knew this was his final moment. "Since you all crave the Primordial Chaos Codex so much, I’ll let you experience its true power today!" With that, Eldrin began forming a series of complex hand seals. The surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly toward him, the sky darkening as countless bolts of lightning gathered above his head. "This is... the Primordial Chaos Tribulation! He’s trying to break through during the battle!" someone in the crowd cried out in terror. But it was too late. A blinding white light erupted, engulfing everything. In his final moment, Eldrin felt his consciousness fading, his soul tearing apart... *** "Eldrin? Eldrin? Wake up!" A voice echoed in his ears, accompanied by vigorous shaking. Eldrin struggled to open his eyes, finding a young man around 15 or 16 shaking him anxiously. "What’s going on? Didn’t I self-destruct?" Eldrin murmured, surveying his surroundings. It was a simple, crude wooden house. He lay on a hard wooden bed, his body frail and weak. Judging by the spiritual energy here, it was clearly the mortal realm. "Have I... been reborn?" Memories flooded his mind—this body’s original owner was also named Eldrin, an orphaned disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect. Because of his mediocre talent, he was often bullied, and this time, he had been beaten to death by other disciples. "Eldrin, are you okay? I heard those bastards from the outer sect beat you up again!" the young man said with concern. Eldrin shook his head. "I’m fine." He closed his eyes, sensing the condition of this new body. The spiritual roots were indeed poor, and the cultivation level was only at the second layer of Qi Refining—truly the bottom of the cultivator world. But none of that mattered. Because he still retained the memories of his past life, along with the supreme treasure that had sparked the great war—the Primordial Chaos Codex. "Since I’ve been given a second chance, I’ll tread this path of cultivation once more. In this life, I will surely reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao!" A glint of determination flashed in Eldrin’s eyes. He looked at the young man before him, whose name was Lin Feng, 1 of the few people in the sect who cared for him. "Lin Feng, thank you," Eldrin said calmly. Lin Feng was taken aback, feeling as though something about Eldrin had changed. His gaze, once timid, now carried an intimidating authority. "Rest well. I’ll bring you some healing medicine," Lin Feng said, placing a bottle of Qi Replenishment Pill on the table before leaving. Once alone, Eldrin sat cross-legged and began to circulate the Primordial Chaos Codex. Although this body’ spiritual roots were poor, the Primordial Chaos Codex could refine all spiritual energy between heaven and earth into the power of chaos, making the quality of spiritual roots irrelevant. As the technique circulated, the surrounding spiritual energy surged toward him like a tidal wave. The frail body greedily absorbed this energy, and the wounds began to heal at a visible rate. 3 days later, Eldrin opened his eyes, a faint glow shimmering within them. His cultivation had not only fully recovered but had also broken through to the third layer of Qi Refining. "This speed is barely acceptable," Eldrin murmured to himself. Just then, the door was kicked open with a bang. 3 outer sect disciples swaggered in, led by a pockmarked-faced youth. "Eldrin, you’re not dead yet? Hand over this month’s spirit stones, and we might let you live a little longer!" Eldrin recognized them—the very ones who had beaten the original owner to death. A cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Perfect. He could use them to test the power of his newly cultivated Primordial Chaos Codex.