Chapter 770 Radiant Sun Dao Lord, Immortal Alliance Conference

After all, the Fang Immortal Clan (Organization) had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and the bonds between its members had grown exceedingly distant—let alone a branch that had separated thousands of years ago.

The Fang family had been fiercely contending over the Soul Elixir, their faces flushed with fervor, yet he bestowed it upon the patriarch of the branch lineage.

Had he succeeded, none would dare question an Eldrin Dao Lord.

Yet now, not only had Fang Xuan failed to succeed, he had been slain and his precious pill seized. This left many of the Fang Clan’s Nascent Soul Elders seething with indignation.

Elder Xuan Yang was well aware of the crowd's thoughts, yet among the Fang Clan, only the Clan Leader Fang truly commanded his attention—all others were beneath his concern.

Thus, for Eldrin Daojun, the immediate priority was to reclaim the Soul Elixir. Otherwise, he feared he would never regain the trust of the Fang Clan Patriarch in the future.

However, although he wanted to reclaim the Primordial Spirit Pill, he first needed to ascertain the strength of the perpetrator. After all, Fang Xuan's (Person Name) power was evident to all, and the 1 capable of slaying him was likely at least at the Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) level.

With this thought in mind, Daoist Xuan Yang gazed calmly at the figure before him, quietly awaiting his response.

The leader’s face was slightly pale as he handed a spiritual talisman to Daoist Xuan Yang and said gravely, “This is a message transmitted by the Sixth Elder from the 3 Veins Ancient Domain.”

Daoist of the Returning Abyss, Dao Lord Feiyu?

Elder Xuan Yang's expression shifted slightly, his gaze turning icy after a long pause. "A few late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators think they can dominate the realm just because they've acquired a handful of Pure Yang Spirit Treasures?"

"And now he even wants to drag along a pseudo-Primal Soul to establish an immortal alliance? What a colossal joke! Does he truly believe he's the reincarnation of Emperor Jiang?"

Elder Xuan Yang's eyes blazed with killing intent as he rose and arrived at a mountain cavern.

Within the cavern abode at this moment, an incomparably handsome man sat in silent meditation, steadily inhaling and exhaling the dense spiritual energy.

This person was none other than the Patriarch of the Fang Immortal Clan (Organization), the revered Dao Lord Sunrise, whose might shook the heavens.

Seeing this, Daoist Xuan Yang dared not show the slightest negligence. He promptly cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Elder Brother."

Elder Sunrise did not answer immediately. Only after a long pause did he finally turn his gaze toward Elder Xuanyang, his eyes calm as he said, "Have you investigated it thoroughly?"

"I understand now."

Daoist Mystic Sun handed over the message talisman and sneered coldly, "That Eldrin isn't completely foolish after all. Seeing his own strength was insufficient, he's joined forces with that newly-advanced pseudo-Nascent Soul from the Eastern Wastes to oppose us."

"Yet how could the might of a Nascent Soul Dao Lord be compared to that of a false Nascent Soul that has not forged a Nascent Soul Dharma Body? This old man alone is confident in beheading them."

Seeing Elder Xuan Yang brimming with confidence, Elder Xu Ri shook his head and said, "This Master of the Returning Abyss is backed by the Ji Clan, and what's more, he's a nascent soul seed from the Eastern Wastelands. Those powerhouses in the Eastern Wastelands won't let you kill him."

"Are we simply to swallow this insult?" Elder Xuan Yang's expression darkened slightly as he continued, "That Soul Restoration Pill was obtained through tremendous effort. If we don't reclaim it, how will our Fang Clan maintain face before the world?"

At this point, seeing that Eldrin still remained unmoved, Daoist Xuan Yang couldn't help but grow somewhat anxious.

However, in the blink of an eye, Eldrin’s gaze shifted, and he spoke, "As far as I know, the Chen family possesses 4 Pure Yang Spirit Treasures, 1 of which is none other than the Heavenly Demon's Immortal-Slaying Sword."

"Using the Heavenly Demon's Immortal-Slaying Sword (Magic Treasure) as our pretext, coupled with the karma of the Soul Elixir, even the Eastern Wasteland's top figures would have no justification to intervene."

Hearing this, Elder Sun finally felt a stir of desire. What captivated him was not the pretense of the Heavenly Demon's Immortal-Slaying Sword (Magic Treasure), but the 4 Pure Yang Spirit Treasures in the hands of Eldrin (Person Name) and his companions.

It must be understood that the Fang Clan had risen for over 10 1000 years, yet to this day possessed only 5 Pure Yang Spirit Treasures. Excluding the array artifact of the clan’s mountain-protecting formation, only 4 could truly be mobilized.

He, the Dao Lord of the Rising Sun, attained enlightenment at the age of 5 1000 6 100. After achieving enlightenment, he spent over 3 1000 years cultivating to reach Nascent Soul, 3rd Tier (Cultivation Realm).

He then remained stuck at the Nascent Soul, 3rd Tier (Cultivation Realm) for over 4 1000 years before finally breaking through the bottleneck to reach Nascent Soul, 4th Tier (Cultivation Realm). By now, he was already over 14 1000 years old.

He appeared youthful because he had paid a tremendous price years ago to acquire a Nirvana Immortal Apricot from the Lin Clan of the Eastern Wastelands.

At his current level of cultivation, he increasingly felt his progress slowing and was in dire need of precious resources to accelerate his practice.

However, spiritual materials at the Nascent Soul level were inherently as rare as phoenix feathers, and any single 1 could fetch a price he simply couldn't accept.

The 'Pure Yang Taixu Pill' (Elixir), capable of aiding breakthroughs to the Primordial Spirit, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm), could fetch a price equivalent to a Pure Yang Spiritual Treasure (Magic Treasure) for every single pellet.

Within the Violet Realm, there existed no precious elixirs capable of aiding a breakthrough to the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage. 1 could only rely on the arduous, step-by-step cultivation of a Nascent Soul Dao Lord. Success in breaking through depended entirely on innate talent, accumulated foundation, and a touch of destiny.

This was primarily due to the cataclysmic changes brought about by the Demonic Abyss Calamity, compounded by the destruction of numerous sixth-order ancestral veins and Heaven and Earth Spiritual Roots (Spiritual Root) by the demonic tribes over tens of thousands of years. As a result, many sixth-order spiritual materials required by the ancient pill formulas had become extinct.

For Elder Sunrise, obtaining these 4 Pure Yang Spirit Treasures meant he could later exchange them for artifacts that would accelerate his cultivation. This would allow him to reach Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) at an earlier date.

His final opportunity for life extension had been exhausted. If he could not reach Level 6 of Primordial Spirit soon, his hopes of breaking through to Primordial Spirit, Late Stage would become exceedingly slim.

Once 1 breaks through to the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm), they would become a peerless powerhouse among the foremost ranks in the Violet Realm. By then, they might advance even further, perhaps even seek the Violet God Fruit to ascend and achieve immortality.

Although numerous Demigod Ancestors (Cultivation Realm) stood before him, making his hopes exceedingly slim, a single thread of possibility still remained.

At this thought, a flicker passed through Daoist Xuri's eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he remarked, "Did they not intend to establish an Immortal Alliance?"

"Then we shall crush them in 1 fell swoop at their Immortal Alliance Conference."

Within the 3 Veins Ancient Domain, the Featherflight Pavilion was exceptionally bustling.

The establishment of the Immortal Alliance by the Nascent Soul Dao Lord was a monumental event for the entire Eastern Wastelands (Location), and an affair of utmost significance for the major Nascent Soul immortal clans across the 3 Veins Ancient Domain.

Once the Immortal Alliance is successfully established, they will dedicate themselves to the Dao Lord Immortal Alliance. In return, the Alliance will purge the demonic cultivation forbidden grounds within the ancient domain, safeguarding the hundreds of millions of humans across the 100 continents as they thrive and multiply.

Moreover, all the major Nascent Soul True Monarchs would become members of the Immortal Alliance. Henceforth, any conflicts among them would be mediated by the Alliance to the greatest extent possible, and should they face attacks from demons or monsters, the Alliance would also offer protection.

It could be said this was an outcome that pleased all parties, for with the establishment of the Immortal Alliance, the forces across the 3 Veins Ancient Domain would unite, forging an exceptionally powerful coalition.

As the master of the Immortal Alliance, the Primordial Spirit Dao Lord would also receive a certain amount of tribute.

At this moment, within the Feathered Pavilion, a spectacle unseen in the 3 Veins Ancient Domain for thousands of years had unfolded.

Over 8 100 Nascent Soul True Monarchs had gathered, with many more from the other domains of the Eastern Wastelands specially arriving to witness the ceremony.

In the great hall, Eldrin (Person Name), the Pavilion Master of Feiyu Pavilion, and the Dao Lord of Dinghai sat facing 1 another.

Eldrin glanced at the list in his hand and passed it to the 2 individuals. "This is the preliminary roster of 9 Sword-bearing Elders," he said. "Let us review it together."

Chapter 1: The Prodigy's Fall The mountain mist coiled like ancient serpents, shrouding the Qingyun Sect's training grounds in an otherworldly haze. Ling Xuan stood at the cliff's edge, his white robes fluttering in the dawn breeze, fingers tracing the cracks upon his shattered dantian. "Ling Xuan! The Patriarch summons you!" A disciple's voice cut through the morning calm, laced with poorly concealed mockery. He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping across the sea of clouds below. 3 years ago, he'd been the sect's rising star, the youngest cultivator to reach Foundation Establishment at 15. Now, at 18, his cultivation had crumbled to the third level of Qi Condensation - weaker than most outer door disciples. The Main Hall loomed ahead, its carved eaves piercing the clouds. 9 jade steps led to the patriarch's throne, each step inlaid with 1,440 spirit stones that hummed with restrained power. "Ling Xuan," the Patriarch's voice echoed, devoid of its former warmth. "The Grand Competition approaches in 3 months. Your... condition leaves us no choice." Elder Feng stepped forward, his long sleeves sweeping like raven's wings. "The council has decided. You will relinquish your core disciple position to Wang Lin." Murmurs rippled through the hall. Wang Lin - the very junior who'd once trailed behind Ling Xuan like a shadow, now basking in the glory of early Foundation Establishment. Ling Xuan's knuckles whitened. "And if I refuse?" "The Heaven-Soaring Ladder," the Patriarch said coldly. "Survive its 9,999 steps, and you may keep your status." Gasps filled the hall. No Qi Condensation cultivator had ever conquered the Heaven-Soaring Ladder. Countless prodigies had seen their meridians severed attempting it. "Very well." Ling Xuan's voice was calm, belying the storm in his eyes. As he turned to leave, a voice whispered in his mind - ancient, resonant, like mountains grinding together. "Foolish boy. Your shattered dantian isn't your end, but your beginning." His steps faltered. The voice seemed to emanate from the simple jade pendant at his chest, a family heirloom he'd worn since childhood, now glowing with faint, pulsating light. "Who's there?" he thought, his heart racing. "The Primeval Chaos Codex sleeps within you," the voice continued. "What others call destruction, I call purification. Your true cultivation begins now." Outside the hall, rain began to fall, each drop sizzling as it struck the protective formation around the mountain. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolled, its mournful note carrying across peaks that had witnessed the rise and fall of countless cultivators over thousands of years. Ling Xuan smiled, a faint, dangerous curve of his lips. Let them have their temporary victories. The game had just begun.