Chapter 644 Spirit Void Continent (Location)

Lyra's expression shifted slightly. This Blood Ghost Robe was the signature soul treasure of the Blood Robe Ancient Fiend, containing within it the Netherworld Blood Malice. Not only did it possess formidable combat power, but it was also specially designed to corrupt righteous path magical treasures.

However, Eldrin, who was directly facing the Blood Ghost Robe, merely gave a faint smile and sneered, "Perfect timing."

In an instant, the celestial fire power upon the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) surged explosively. With a metallic clang, it slashed a crimson ghostly apparition, leaving a gleaming sword scar upon its form.

Then, endless celestial flames instantly erupted, burning the Blood Ghost Robe and causing it to let out piercing screams.

"Ah, my Blood Ghost Robe!"

Witnessing his clan’s prized demonic treasure severely damaged, the old freak in the blood robe let out a cry of shock.

This Blood Ghost Robe was his ultimate defense, yet it had been severely damaged in a single encounter—and he couldn’t even extinguish the blazing Celestial Fire engulfing it.

Back in his Nascent Soul, Early Stage days, Eldrin had already been capable of destroying ink artifacts with his celestial fire magic power. Now that he had broken through to Nascent Soul, Mid Stage, his power had grown substantially. Though this Blood Ghost Robe possessed remarkable might, it was thoroughly suppressed and completely overwhelmed.

"Damn, it's the Heavenly Fire Secret Force."

Discovering that his Blood Specter Robe had been destroyed, the crimson-robed elder's face instantly paled.

Though his true strength far surpassed this level, the power displayed by Eldrin (Person Name) defied all his expectations, planting the seed of retreat in his heart.

With that thought, he transformed into a streak of light and shot into the distance, desperate to escape.

However, Eldrin had already deployed the Yin Yang Void Mirror to seal the void, while Lyra seized the opportunity to close in from the other side.

If the 2 were allowed to surround him, he would surely meet his end.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood-Robed Elder forcibly hurled the treasured vase in his hand and swiftly retreated in the opposite direction.

"Hmph—"

Eldrin's gaze sharpened, naturally unwilling to let this formidable foe escape. Without hesitation, he summoned the Heaven and Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure), unleashing a unified slash that descended with devastating force.

Yet the Blood-Robe Elder acted decisively. Not only did he abandon the half-collected Dry Heaven Cloud, but he also severed his own arm to activate a blood-sacrifice escape art, forcibly bursting through the barrier.

Spotting the Blood-Robe Fiend slipping through the encirclement, Eldrin ultimately suppressed the urge to give chase.

If he gave chase now, the Dry Heaven Cloud would likely escape, and even if he caught up, he might not be able to stop the Blood-Robed Old Fiend.

The Blood-robed Elder executed an extremely cunning retreat. Having barely employed any of his techniques, he immediately disengaged and fled the moment he sensed the domineering nature of Eldrin's celestial fire mana.

This old fiend was clearly a seasoned veteran of the dark arts. Even a Great Perfection Nascent Soul expert would find it no easy task to vanquish him.

Seeing the Blood-robed Elder flee, Eldrin decisively seized the black treasure vase. Channeling his magical power to forcibly activate the artifact, he began gradually drawing in the Qiantian Cloud.

This Dry Heaven Cloud was exceptionally difficult to harvest. The 2 of them spent a full 7 days, and only by harnessing the power of this treasure vase were they finally able to collect it.

It turned out that this treasure vessel was called the Black Wind Vial, an inferior-grade spirit treasure capable of containing all manner of mists and miasmas. It was considered a rare artifact that could counter the power of Dry Heaven Clouds.

However, although this object was capable of collecting Dry Heaven Clouds, it could only gather wisps of cloud energy bit by bit, rendering it of limited practical use in actual combat.

Having unexpectedly obtained the Dry Heaven Cloud, Eldrin said with delight, “Our fortune is truly remarkable. Just when we were thinking we had no treasure to collect the Dry Heaven Cloud, someone delivered it right to us.”

Lyra chuckled softly and said, "Demonic cultivators are the vermin of this realm. Over the years, we've slain dozens of these fiends, and now you've broken through to the Nascent Soul, Mid Stage. This is undoubtedly the zenith of your destiny."

"Perhaps so."

Eldrin nodded, then shook his head with a soft chuckle.

In this realm, the true darlings of heaven—those Nascent Soul Dao Lords with the potential to attain immortality—are all blessed with astonishing fortune.

Take, for instance, Maris the Sea Steader’s Pure Yang Spiritual Treasure, or Caelum the Wavestrider’s life-bound Pure Yang Spiritual Treasure, the Canglang Sword—how could such supreme treasures ever be obtained by wandering cultivators, unless they possessed overwhelming fortune?

Like that Emperor Jiang, aside from his innate talent and aptitude, his entire journey seemed blessed by divine providence, allowing him to break through realms with continuous fortuitous encounters until he ascended to the state of Ascending to Immortality.

Throughout the ages, when examining all those who ultimately ascended to immortality, their youthful opportunities and fortunes were not necessarily greater than his own.

After collecting the treasure, Lyra (Person Name) spoke again, "My spiritual power remains insufficient. I cannot linger here much longer—we should return for now."

"Very well."

Eldrin nodded slightly before soaring down toward the earth below.

Chapter 1 The Long River Ancient Domain, Spirit Void Continent. A biting cold wind swept across the desolate mountain range, carrying with it the scent of decay and spiritual energy so thin it was barely perceptible. At the base of a withered cliff, a youth clothed in tattered blue robes slowly opened his eyes. "1 100 years... I never imagined the Heavenly Soul Pearl would actually allow my primordial spirit to be reborn in this body a century later." His gaze was profound, carrying the weight of countless years. This body's original owner was also named Chen Xi, an outer sect disciple of the Green Cloud Sect. 3 days ago, he had been severely injured by a rival during a competition for resources and subsequently died. "Since I have taken over your body, your grievances shall become mine." Chen Xi murmured to himself, then began to inspect his condition. The Dantian was shattered, and the meridians were in a state of complete disarray. This was essentially a crippled state, worse than an ordinary mortal. Yet, a trace of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "As long as the primordial spirit remains intact, what does a shattered Dantian matter? The Heavenly Soul Pearl even preserved a wisp of my original cultivation base—the first level of the Qi Refining Stage." He concentrated his mind, and a faint, barely visible pearl shadow slowly rotated within his consciousness. This was the supreme treasure that had once triggered a great war among Immortals and Demons in the previous life—the Heavenly Soul Pearl. "Eldrin, oh Eldrin. You schemed and conspired, even going so far as to personally strike me down, but you never could have imagined that this treasure would ultimately choose me." A cold light flashed in Chen Xi's eyes. He took a deep breath and began to operate the "Heavenly Star Art," a technique he had obtained by chance in his previous life. The surrounding thin spiritual energy began to slowly gather, like fireflies drawn to a light, seeping into his body bit by bit. This process was exceptionally painful, as if countless fine needles were piercing his meridians, but Chen Xi's expression remained unchanged. Having once stood at the pinnacle of the Mahayana stage, this level of pain was nothing to him. Time passed slowly, and when the moon reached the middle of the sky, Chen Xi finally stopped. A faint layer of spiritual light shimmered over his body, and the originally shattered meridians had been partially restored. "With this speed, it will take at least 3 months to fully recover." He furrowed his brow slightly. The spiritual energy here was far too thin, and this body's aptitude was also extremely poor—a low-grade spiritual root. Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from not far away, accompanied by a sharp, shrill voice. "I saw that brat Chen Xi flee in this direction! He must be nearby!" "Search carefully! Senior Brother Wang has given the order: we must retrieve the Foundation Building Pill!" Chen Xi's eyes turned cold. He remembered—before the original owner died, he had risked his life to obtain a Foundation Building Pill, which was precisely why he had been targeted. 2 figures soon appeared before him. The leader, a tall and thin man, pointed at Chen Xi and shouted, "There he is! Hand over the Foundation Building Pill, and we might just spare your life!" Chen Xi slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the 2. "Zhang Hu, Li San. Do you truly believe that by killing a fellow disciple, the Law Enforcement Hall will simply let you off?" Zhang Hu laughed coldly, a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes. "In this desolate mountain range, even if we kill you, who would know? Stop wasting time—hand over the pill!" As he spoke, he formed a hand seal, and a fiery red short blade appeared in his hand—the Low-Grade Magic Tool, Flame Serpent Dagger. Chen Xi sighed softly. "Since you seek death, don't blame me." He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a rusty long sword flew into his grasp from nearby. It was the original owner's weapon, the Low-Grade Magic Tool, Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss. "Seeking death!" Zhang Hu shouted angrily, the Flame Serpent Dagger in his hand transforming into a fiery python, lunging straight for Chen Xi's throat. This strike carried the full force of the third level of the Qi Refining Stage, swift and fierce. Under normal circumstances, with Chen Xi's current condition, he would undoubtedly die. However, Chen Xi merely took a light step forward, the long sword in his hand tracing a mysterious arc in the air. It was an extremely simple thrust, yet it precisely pierced the weakest point of the fiery python. *Poof!* The fiery python instantly dissipated, and the Flame Serpent Dagger dimmed, falling to the ground with a clatter. "How is this possible!" Zhang Hu's eyes widened in disbelief. Chen Xi showed no expression, the long sword in his hand trembling slightly as it transformed into a cold flash of light. The sword tip had already reached Zhang Hu's throat. "Senior Brother, spare me!" Zhang Hu cried out in terror. Chen Xi remained unmoved, his wrist exerting force. *Pfft!* The sword tip pierced through Zhang Hu's throat. Beside him, Li San was so frightened he turned to flee, but before he could take 2 steps, a sword light had already pierced through the back of his heart. Chen Xi expressionlessly wiped the blood off the sword. "Since you chose to kill me, you should be prepared to be killed yourselves." He searched the 2 bodies and found a total of 30-2 Low-Grade Spirit Stones and 2 Qi Restoration Pills. As for the Flame Serpent Dagger, it was also stored away in his storage bag. "With these resources, my recovery speed should increase significantly." Chen Xi murmured to himself, then quickly left the area. Half an hour later, he arrived at a hidden cave. After setting up a simple Concealment Formation, he took out the Foundation Building Pill. The pill was milky white in color, emanating a rich medicinal fragrance. This was a Middle-Grade Spirit Pill, extremely precious to ordinary Qi Refining cultivators. But to Chen Xi, this was nothing special. "With this Foundation Building Pill, I can attempt to repair my Dantian." He swallowed the pill in 1 gulp, then began to operate the Heavenly Star Art. A vast medicinal force instantly spread throughout his limbs and bones, frantically impacting his shattered Dantian. Chen Xi gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain as he guided the medicinal force to slowly gather in his Dantian. The Heavenly Soul Pearl in his consciousness also began to spin rapidly, emitting a faint glow that assisted in repairing his Dantian. Time slowly passed. Unbeknownst to him, dawn had broken, and a sliver of morning light shone into the cave. *Buzz—* A clear sound echoed from within his body. The shattered Dantian had finally been restored, and his cultivation had even broken through to the second level of the Qi Refining Stage. Chen Xi opened his eyes, a sharp light flashing within them. "Finally... I've taken the first step." He stood up, feeling the spiritual energy circulating within his body, a trace of a smile appearing on his lips. "Next, it's time to settle some scores." Stepping out of the cave, the morning sun shone on his face, casting his figure in a warm glow. In the distance, the majestic Green Cloud Sect was faintly visible amidst the clouds and mist. "Eldrin, just you wait. I will surely return to the Immortal Realm and make you pay the price for your betrayal."

A majestic spirit mountain stood tall between heaven and earth, its peaks shrouded in swirling mists where celestial cranes and divine birds soared through the clouds—a truly ethereal realm of immortals.

This mountain was called the Sea-Covering Mountain, serving as the cultivation sanctuary of the Cheng Clan, a family of Nascent Soul Realm experts.

Atop the mountain peak, beside a towering precipice, 2 figures—1 elderly and 1 young—stood together, gazing at the swirling clouds below.

The young man looked at the elder, his expression tinged with hesitation as he said, "Ancestor, for what purpose have you summoned me?"

"1 grows old and often reminisces about the past."

The old man let out a sigh, gazing intently at the youth. Only after a long while did he speak with heartfelt relief, "To break through to the Golden Core Realm in merely 3 cycles—your talent would be considered rare even among Nascent Soul immortal clans."

The young man smiled faintly and said, "It is all thanks to your guidance over these years, Elder Ancestor."

The old man chuckled softly, and the youth quickly stepped forward to support him. "Ancestor, your injuries..." the young man asked with concern.

"I'm not dead yet."

The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, letting out 2 nonchalant coughs.

He studied the youth for a long moment before finally speaking, "Corin (Person Name), this Old Ancestor's injuries can no longer be sustained. The time has come to reveal certain matters to you."

Patriarch.

The young man’s expression shifted slightly at these words, but the old man motioned for him to listen quietly.

The elder coughed twice before speaking in a measured tone, "In truth, the Patriarch's surname is Chen, not Cheng. Moreover, this old man hails from beyond the Ancient Realm of Long River."

Chen?

The young man was slightly taken aback, unable to suppress a look of astonishment.

The elder nodded, then said, "In the past, the Patriarch's clan was the Chen Clan—a top-tier Nascent Soul family among the 3 Veins Ancient Domain."

"In that great calamity of yesteryear, because I possessed a Dao Body, I was secretly evacuated as the family’s Nascent Soul Seed."

"But our enemies would not let us go. Back then, our group of several 100 scattered to flee for our lives. In the end, only this old man managed to escape to the Ancient River Domain, changing my name and hiding my identity to cling to survival."

"Ahem..."

At this point, the old man coughed twice before continuing, "Even so, this old man still carries the demonic curse planted by Nero the Bloodweaver (Person Name). Over the years, it has been gnawing at me like maggots devouring bone."

"A few years back, when I, this old man, broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, I had intended to return and reclaim my family's heritage. It was only due to the worsening of the curse that I couldn't free myself to do so."

"Now that this old man can barely hold on, the Fang Family is still pressing relentlessly. Therefore, I have decided to send you to the 3 Veins Ancient Domain."

At this point, the elder continued, "Within the ancestral grounds, there should still be the Heavenly Dao Qi (Spiritual Root) left behind by our founding ancestor. It may help you establish a foundation aligned with the Heavenly Dao in the future."