Chapter 747 The Master of Daogong

At this thought, Eldrin sighed and said, "Before such beings, even if you were a true dragon, you'd have to coil up. I finally understand why a supreme existence like the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor would choose to confine himself within the vast marshes."

"Alas, if only our Eastern Wastelands (Location) possessed a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) of such caliber, how could these demons and monsters dare run rampant?"

Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) also nodded, though he then shook his head and said, "Truth be told, within our Eastern Wastelands (Location), there was once a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) as well."

That supreme elder was known as ‘Donghuang’, who once single-handedly bled and slaughtered 13 Primordial Spirit Demons in a single battle, his power truly unparalleled in this world.

"It is a pity that over 4,000 years ago, Senior 'Dong Huang' sacrificed himself to receive 3 strikes from an extraterrestrial demon god while safeguarding 'Jiang Huang's' path to immortality, ultimately passing away seated atop Mount Dong Huang."

Eldrin fell silent upon hearing this, and Lyra likewise did not utter a word.

4 1000 years had passed in the blink of an eye, and the stirring tales of bygone days had long faded into ancient history.

Since the invasion of the extraterrestrial demons began, no small number of Human Race Dao Lords had emerged in the Azure Violet World. Yet over 70% had fallen in battle due to various calamities, and those who lived to exhaust their natural lifespans were truly few and far between.

At this thought, Eldrin let out a sigh and said to Lyra and Qingji, "After we return to the Eastern Wastelands, let us pay our respects to the late Senior 'Donghuang' at the Eastern Emperor Mountain."

"Very well."

Lyra nodded. Since Eldrin had once safeguarded her grandfather on his cultivation path, it was only right for her to pay her respects at his memorial.

With those words spoken, Eldrin said no more and followed Maris the Sea Steader toward the main hall of the Dao Palace.

Their visit to the grand hall of the Dao Palace was solely to pay respects to the revered sages of humanity and offer gratitude to the Pillar of Heaven figures like the Master of the Dao Palace who upheld the human race.

In the grand hall, Eldrin personally presented a sum of Heavenly Crystal, then lit a stick of incense before the immortal statue of the Dao Palace within the chamber. Only after completing these rites did he prepare to take his leave.

However, just before his departure, a man clad in a 7-Star Daoist robe approached and said to Eldrin with a faint smile,

"Are you the Daoist of the Returning Abyss?"

"Indeed."

Eldrin nodded, a flicker of surprise crossing his expression.

The newcomer was not old in years, yet his cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage. Clearly, he was a direct descendant of the Dao Palace Holy Land. Who could have imagined that such a figure would deliberately seek me out?

Seeing him concede, the man smiled faintly. After casting another glance at Lyra (Person Name) and Qing Ji (Person Name), he cupped his hands and said, "The 3 of you, please follow me."

Eldrin was momentarily taken aback. After exchanging a glance with Lyra, he finally strode forward to follow.

Halfway along the path, the man scrutinized Eldrin carefully before speaking, "Are you also a Great Luo Nascent Soul?"

"This..."

Eldrin (Person Name) froze momentarily, finally realizing the extraordinary nature of the person before him.

Before he could answer, the man nodded and said, "Indeed. As descendants of Emperor Jiang, it is only natural that you and your dao companion would forge a Great Perfection Nascent Soul with immortal energy."

"My Daoist name is 'Mingyuan,' greetings to all present."

Eldrin and Lyra exchanged a glance, finally confirming the suspicions in their hearts.

This Mingyuan Daoist actually possessed the 5 Spiritual Roots as well, and had even forged a Great Luo Nascent Soul, which utterly astounded him.

After all these years of cultivation, Eldrin was witnessing for the first time another individual with a Great Luo Foundation besides himself and Lyra.

Ye Qingfeng, the sole inheritor of the orthodox lineage, had only achieved his Great Luo Golden Core by leveraging 3 strands of Primordial Purple Qi under his patronage.

This Mingyuan Daoist possessed such foundations, most likely indicating he was a chosen immortal seedling meticulously cultivated by the Dao Palace Holy Land—a transcendent existence being groomed to become the second Jiang Huang.

"The Dao Palace Holy Land truly is unfathomable. Could it be they intend to emulate the path of the former Jiang Emperor, seeking to forge another Immortal for humanity?"

The 3 of them were inwardly astonished, yet they couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion.

The Valley Path Palace, 1 of the 4 great semi-immortal holy lands of the human race, possessed such astonishing foundations. With an endless stream of methods at their disposal, it was no wonder the Outer Realm Demonic Gods had fought for tens of thousands of years yet failed to completely conquer the Violet Realm.

"However, the opponent's Great Luo Nascent Soul doesn't seem as powerful as I anticipated."

Eldrin murmured inwardly, sensing that his Great Luo Nascent Soul seemed fundamentally different in quality from the other's.

"Great Luo Nascent Soul and Innate Great Luo Nascent Soul appear to possess fundamental differences originating from their very foundations."

"Gentlemen, we are almost there."

Just as Eldrin was lost in thought, Daoist Mingyuan reminded him.

It was only then that Eldrin realized they had already arrived atop the back mountain of the Dao Palace Holy Land.

Upon the solitary peak of the rear mountain, immortal mists coiled in serene elegance, where tranquility deepened into an ethereal stillness.

The group strode forward, but they had only taken a few steps when an overwhelming pressure descended, as if the very heavens and earth were collapsing. It was so intense that even Eldrin (Person Name) sensed a lethal threat, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

Eldrin (Person Name) looked up and finally noticed a crane standing not far away. Its form was graceful and slender, its presence extraordinary and unapproachable, more akin to an elegant immortal avian than a mere bird.

"Disciple Ming Yuan, paying respects to the Honored Master."

Elder Mingyuan offered a slight bow and promptly spoke, "Master, the person you wished to invite has been brought here."

"Come with me."

The celestial crane spoke with an air of detachment, turning to lead the group toward the summit of the solitary peak.

Eldrin finally let out a sigh of relief. The celestial crane had cultivated to the realm of a Primordial Spirit Demonic Ancestor, yet it appeared to be merely a gatekeeping immortal creature under the tutelage of Master Mingyuan. This realization left Eldrin utterly astounded.

The Primordial Soul Demon Ancestor was an existence that shook the heavens and earth, his pride naturally boundless, making it nearly impossible for him to submit and be tamed by another.

And to keep a Primordial Soul Demon Ancestor as a guard—within the entire Purple Realm, those capable of such a feat could likely be counted on 1 hand. The identity of the other party was now unmistakably clear.

The group pressed onward and soon reached the summit of the solitary peak.

Upon the solitary peak stood an ancient-style bamboo hut nestled against the cliff, where an aged tree stood sentinel beside the precipice.

A daoist elder of transcendent bearing sat cross-legged beneath an ancient tree, wisps of Daoist essence swirling around his form, radiating an aura of profound harmony with the Great Dao.

He cast a glance at the crowd and smiled faintly.

"You have arrived."

Eldrin’s heart trembled inwardly. Only then did he cup his hands and say, “This junior, Guixu, pays his respects to the Patriarch.”

The Lord of the Dao Palace nodded, setting down a turtle shell in his hand before gesturing for the 3 to take their seats.

Eldrin (Person Name) offered a slight bow before inquiring, "Might I ask, Honored Ancestor, for what purpose have you summoned us juniors?"

"Nothing of great importance." The master of the Dao Palace shook his head, studying each of them carefully before continuing, "I merely heard that a few immortal seeds have emerged from the Eastern Wastelands, and wished to see you for myself."

"As I speak," he said, plucking a few spirit fruits from the ancient tree and landing gracefully before the crowd, "this old man has nothing suitable to offer you. I can only serve you with the fruits of this aged tree."

My gratitude, Ancestral Elder.

Eldrin dared not refuse. As he picked up the spirit fruit, his heart trembled involuntarily.

It was only then that he realized this tree was actually a sixth-level spiritual root—the Heavenly River Apricot Tree. This tree matured once every 1000 years, each time bearing 30-6 Heavenly River Apricots.

An ordinary Nascent Soul True Lord could increase their cultivation by 1 level after consuming 1 such treasure, and it also provided considerable benefits to Primordial Spirit Dao Lords.

Chapter 1: The Prodigy's Fall The mountain mist coiled like ancient dragons awakening, shrouding the Celestial Peak Sect in an otherworldly haze. Ling Feng stood at the edge of the Broken Soul Cliff, his white robes fluttering like wounded crane wings in the bitter wind. "Brother Ling, hand over the Heavenly Dao Jade Pendant," a cold voice echoed behind him. Elder Ming He emerged from the mist, his Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) glowing with malevolent crimson light. "A cripple like you doesn't deserve such treasure." Ling Feng's fingers tightened around the milky-white pendant. 3 years ago, he had been the sect's rising star, mastering the 9 Revolutions Profound Art (Cultivation Method) to the 7th Level at merely 16. But that was before the ambush, before his spiritual roots were severed, reducing him to a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator. "32,000 spirit stones and my family's ancestral lands weren't enough?" Ling Feng's laugh carried the bitterness of a 100 winters. "You orchestrated my downfall from the start." Elder Ming He's smile was sharper than any blade. "The strong prey upon the weak - this is heaven's law. Now, choose: jump or feel my sword." As the elder charged forward, spiritual energy erupting in torrents, Ling Feng did the unthinkable - he crushed the jade pendant in his palm. For thousands of years, none had dared destroy this legendary artifact. A thunderclap split the heavens. From the shattered jade emerged streams of golden light that coiled around Ling Feng like protective serpents. The very air hummed with primordial power. "What have you done?!" Elder Ming He staggered back, his face pale with terror. Memories not his own flooded Ling Feng's consciousness - celestial battles, forgotten cultivation methods, promises of vengeance spanning millennia. His severed meridians began knitting themselves back together, glowing with ethereal symbols. "The pupil has become the master," Ling Feng spoke, his voice now containing echoes of countless ancestors. "And today, you shall witness true power." Golden flames erupted around him as the clouds above coalesced into a massive vortex. The ground trembled as if awakening from 10 1000 years of slumber.