Chapter 741 Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root)

After brewing for what seemed an eternity, the boundless tribulation clouds finally unleashed the seventh heavenly tribulation with a deafening roar.

The master of the Featherflight Pavilion wore an expression of extreme gravity. After watching these heavenly tribulation bolts for a long while, he flicked his sleeve and unleashed 5 treasure flags. Spinning through the air, they unfurled an enigmatic formation that actually managed to forcibly withstand this strike.

However, after blocking this bolt of heavenly lightning, the Pavilion Master of Flying Feathers turned pale, his spiritual power clearly greatly depleted.

Before the Master of Feiyun Pavilion could catch his breath, the eighth heavenly tribulation tore through the celestial vault and struck down.

This bolt of lightning was now comparable to a full-force strike from the Second Heaven of the Nascent Soul realm. The boundless thunder descended with overwhelming force, instantly dimming the radiance of the Featherflight Pavilion Master's 5 Directions Treasure Banner.

"Pfft—"

The master of the Featherflight Pavilion barely withstood the blow, then suddenly coughed up a mouthful of reversed blood.

Upon the 5 directional banners, tattered and worn, 1 crack after another could be seen—indeed, fractures had emerged 1 by 1.

"Damn it!"

Eldrin’s heart skipped a beat as a foreboding thought surfaced in his mind.

At that very instant, the ninth heavenly tribulation descended from the void, firmly locking onto the master of Flying Feather Pavilion.

"Hold them off for this old man!"

At this life-or-death moment, the master of the Featherflight Pavilion made a decisive move. He forcibly expended his newly transformed Primordial Yang Blood, converting it into a boundless surge of mana that flooded into the 5 Directions Banner.

The 5 precious banners erupted with a supreme radiance, swirling ceaselessly around 1 another as they surged toward the final heavenly tribulation lightning.

Boom—

Yet the thunder was of boundless might, carrying the power to annihilate all things. It crashed down and instantly shattered the 5 Directions Banner into a cloud of fine dust.

Then, amidst the blazing flames, the thunderbolt force struck toward the Master of the Flying Feather Pavilion with lightning speed.

At this moment, the Flying Feather Pavilion Master had completely exhausted his magical power, with no means left to resist. He could only rely on his physical body to endure the remaining force of the heavenly tribulation.

"Ah—"

Then, before the eyes of countless onlookers, the Flying Feather Pavilion Master’s physical body was instantly reduced to a wisp of tribulation ashes.

Guildmaster!

The Grand Elder of the Featherflight Pavilion was utterly heartbroken, charging forward in disbelief.

At that very moment, amid the endless calamity ashes, a wisp of ethereal Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root) blossomed forth, as scattered fragments of soul force miraculously converged into 1.

Chapter 1 The tribulation clouds gradually dispersed, showering down streams of 7-colored immortal liquid that timely fell upon that soul, nourishing the nascent power of the infant primordial spirit.

"It's the Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root). Brother Feiyu has succeeded."

A flicker of delight crossed Eldrin's face, and he couldn't help but let out a visible sigh of relief.

As beings closest to immortals, Primordial Spirit Dao Lords are considered terrestrial celestial-level existences within the mortal realm, possessing several inconceivable abilities.

The Primordial Yang Dao Lord, having united the celestial, earthly, and mortal souls, would witness his primordial spirit attain astonishing divine marvel. Such an existence had long since reversed the course of his soul to pure yang, capable of nurturing a strand of Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root).

For a Nascent Soul Dao Lord, even if their Nascent Soul were destroyed, as long as that wisp of Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root) remained, they could still seek an opportunity to reform their Nascent Soul.

This is why many Primordial Spirit Dao Lords, even after having fallen for many years or with only a wisp of a remnant soul lingering in the world, can still reconstruct their primordial spirits.

Although the master of the Featherflight Pavilion had his primordial spirit destroyed by the ninth heavenly tribulation, the remaining power of the heavenly punishment proved insufficient, miraculously allowing him to preserve that wisp of Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root) and grasp a sliver of hope for survival.

Nourished by the 7-Colored Immortal Liquid that emerged after surviving the Soul Tempest Tribulation, the master of the Featherflight Pavilion regained his spiritual essence with astonishing speed.

As that mass of Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root) gradually depleted, the Featherflight Pavilion Master's primordial spirit successfully reconstituted, transforming into an ethereal silhouette.

"Congratulations, Esteemed Daoist, on attaining the Pure Yang Dao. We wish you eternal longevity and celestial blessings."

1 after another, Nascent Soul True Monarchs revealed joyous expressions, promptly kneeling and bowing in congratulations.

Amidst the congratulations from the crowd, the master of Feiyu Pavilion revealed a bitter smile and shook his head, saying, "This old man has merely clung to a wretched existence—how could I truly be called a genuine Pure Yang Dao Lord?"

Eldrin’s brow twitched slightly, yet he felt no pity for the Master of the Flying Feather Pavilion.

Although the Master of Feathered Wings Pavilion had broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm this time, he was at best a Pseudo-Dao Lord, likely without any chance to advance further in the future.

The reason why a Primordial Spirit Dao Lord is called a Pure Yang Dao Lord lies not only in the existence of the Primordial Spirit, but also in that single strand of Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root) and the Source Blood of Pure Yang within the physical body.

Within it, Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root) contains the essence of pure yang power, serving as the mystical source of the primordial spirit. The Pure Yang Source Blood, in turn, is the origin of the True Pure Yang Blood. Without this source blood, it is impossible to reconstruct the True Pure Yang Body.

The Featherflight Pavilion Master’s tribulation-crossing treasure could not withstand the final heavenly thunderbolt. To resist the lightning tribulation, he was forced to exhaust his nascent Pure Yang Source Blood, forever losing any possibility of reforging his Pure Yang True Body.

Although a Nascent Soul cultivator could continue their practice even after losing their physical body, relying solely on the Nascent Soul without the support of a corporeal form would weaken their strength by at least 30 percent.

Such cultivators can at most be considered pseudo-True Monarchs, their strength truly feeble beyond measure. It is doubtful they could even subdue someone like Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name)—a Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) cultivator wielding a pure yang spirit treasure.

Moreover, this was not the most critical issue. The crucial point was that in order to rebuild his primordial spirit, the Master of the Featherflight Pavilion had no choice but to completely deplete that nascent Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root).

From then on, without Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root) to nourish his primordial spirit, the master of the Featherflight Pavilion could no longer maintain a pure yang primordial spirit, completely losing the potential for further growth.

Unable to reconstruct his Pure Yang True Body, he couldn't even abandon his physical form to pursue the path of a Scattered Immortal. It could be said that the Flying Feather Pavilion Master's path of cultivation had reached its end.

Thus, the current Master of Feiyu Pavilion could no longer be considered a true Pure Yang Dao Lord—at best, he was merely a Pseudo Nascent Soul Dao Lord.

This situation was exceedingly rare. Generally speaking, a newly ascended Nascent Soul cultivator facing the Lightning Tribulation would only meet 1 of 2 outcomes.

Defy the heavenly tribulation, and live.

Unable to withstand the heavenly tribulation, death.

It is exceedingly rare for someone to survive a heavenly tribulation they failed to withstand.

After all, he had just broken through to the Nascent Soul realm, and his physical body had yet to step into the Realm of Pure Yang. The Nascent Soul itself remained exceedingly fragile. In such a state, even a cultivator at the late Golden Core stage could easily annihilate a Nascent Soul cultivator.

With his mana depleted and all his spiritual treasures destroyed, even the final heavenly tribulation, though its power had diminished by more than half, could effortlessly annihilate him and extinguish that strand of Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root).

Little did they expect that the 5 Elements Banner of the Feather Flight Pavilion Master was truly extraordinary. Driven relentlessly by the Pavilion Master at all costs, it actually managed to withstand 3 consecutive heavenly tribulations of the Nascent Soul level.

In the end, though it was utterly destroyed, it managed to block 90 percent of the ninth heavenly tribulation's power, helping him narrowly escape death.

Of course, this was also because the Pavilion Master of Feathered Wings had employed numerous superior-grade spirit treasures and talismans to withstand the tribulation, resulting in a relatively manageable depletion of his magical power. Otherwise, he would never have been able to retain a trace of Pure Yang Qi (Spiritual Root).

At this thought, Eldrin still offered consolation: "There is no need for regret, Dao Lord. Having now broken through to the Nascent Soul realm, if you can obtain a grade-6 spiritual object in the future, you may yet reconstruct a grade-6 physical form."

Chapter 1: The Prodigy's Fall The mountain mist coiled like ancient dragons awakening as dawn broke over the Azure Peak Sect. Lin Feng stood at the edge of the Training Platform, his white robes fluttering in the crisp morning breeze. Once the most promising young disciple of his generation, he now faced the elders with a steady gaze. "Lin Feng," Elder Ming's voice echoed across the stone courtyard, "your cultivation has stagnated at the seventh layer of Qi Refining for 3 years. The sect council has decided to reallocate your resources." A murmur rippled through the crowd of junior disciples gathered nearby. Lin Feng's fingers tightened around the jade token at his waist - the very symbol of his former status. "Elder Ming," Lin Feng's voice remained calm, "I require but 1 more month. The Grand Competition approaches, and-" "Enough!" The elder's sleeve flicked dismissively. "The sect cannot waste 5,000 spirit stones monthly on false hope. From today, your allocation will be reduced to 500." Lin Feng's mind raced. How could he explain the ancient artifact hidden within his dantian that consumed spiritual energy like a bottomless pit? The mysterious bronze mirror had saved his life during that fateful expedition, but now it threatened to destroy his cultivation path. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of crimson cut through the morning mist. A graceful figure descended upon a flaming sword, her presence immediately commanding silence from all present. "Elder Ming," the newcomer's voice carried the authority of someone far beyond ordinary disciples, "I will sponsor Brother Lin's cultivation for the coming month." Elder Ming's stern expression softened slightly. "Elder Sister Xue Ling, this is highly irregular." The beauty landed lightly beside Lin Feng, her crimson robes embroidered with phoenix patterns shimmering in the morning light. She produced a glittering spatial pouch. "Here are 50,000 spirit stones and 3 Heaven Grade cultivation pills," she announced, drawing gasps from the spectators. "Consider it an investment in the sect's future." Lin Feng's eyes widened. This was more than 10 times his former monthly allocation! He met Xue Ling's knowing gaze, and in that moment, understood that she somehow knew his secret. "Thank you, Elder Sister," he bowed deeply, his mind already calculating how much energy the bronze mirror could absorb with these resources. Xue Ling leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper only he could hear. "The Ancestral Dragon Scripture slumbers within you. Do not fail it." As she departed in another flash of crimson light, Lin Feng felt the ancient artifact stir within his dantian. For the first time in 3 years, hope blossomed in his heart. The Grand Competition would be his stage, and the entire cultivation world would witness the return of the true prodigy.