Chapter 781 Talent

"So it is settled, then."

Eldrin nodded, agreeing to leave the Profound Water Immortal Pear (Spiritual Object) for Yan Ziji.

Yan Zi Ji, a cultivator with a Heavenly Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root) and inheritor of the legacy of the Purple Cosmos Dao Lord, had always progressed with astonishing speed in her cultivation. She had now reached the Nascent Soul, 9th Tier (Cultivation Realm), advancing 1 step faster than even Lila (Person Name).

It was foreseeable that with the aid of this Profound Water Immortal Pear (Spiritual Object), 1 would likely advance to the Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) within a 100 years.

Should she succeed in this breakthrough, she would become a Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) at merely over 1,700 years of age. Achieving a Heavenly Path Nascent Soul at such a youthful lifespan would undoubtedly smooth her path of cultivation in the years to come.

Unfortunately, as a cultivator with a Heavenly Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root), her foundation in spiritual power was somewhat frail, making it considerably challenging for her to withstand the Divine Soul Thunder Tribulation.

Without a second thought, Eldrin glanced at Lyra and asked, "How is your comprehension progressing with the third secret power, my lady?"

"Having only recently succeeded in comprehending this, it seems unlikely I'll grasp the fifth secret power before forming the Primordial Spirit."

Lyra shook her head, her brow furrowing slightly as she spoke with gravity.

The deeper she advanced in her cultivation, the more she understood the profound difficulty of comprehending the mysteries of arcane power.

With her innate talent and intellect, simultaneously cultivating 3 types of 5 Elements secret forces was already immensely challenging. To comprehend a fourth secret force would require at least 3 100 more years.

As for cultivating a fifth type of arcane power, the required time would likely start at 1 1000 years at the very least,

Do not mistake this for a lack of talent—in truth, Lyra's (Person Name) aptitude could already be considered truly extraordinary.

Throughout the entire Violet Realm, Divine Soul Great Masters who simultaneously cultivated 3 types of esoteric power could be counted on 1 hand. Even a sixth-level Divine Soul Great Master like Riverlord Chang (Person Name), who had attained the Dao for over 8,000 years, had only comprehended 2 esoteric powers: the Flowing River and the Setting Sun.

Although post-Origin Spirit cultivation yields far greater magical power, the resistance encountered when comprehending new arcane forces also intensifies significantly. Yet this very contrast serves to illuminate the chasm between the 2 realms.

Lyra (Person Name) had already comprehended 3 types of arcane power at this realm, a testament to talent scarcely seen in 10 1000 generations. Even the legendary Emperor Jiang resurrected would likely achieve no more.

The reason he wasn't as swift as Eldrin primarily lay in Eldrin's truly astounding talent and comprehension.

Eldrin had cultivated his way to this day, and the higher his cultivation base grew, the more he realized his own extraordinary talent and innate gifts.

In the early years, they only focused on comprehending divine abilities and techniques, without delving into the profound mysteries of esoteric forces, laws, and the Great Dao, so the tangible disparity remained imperceptible.

Yet as he now began to touch upon the secrets of arcane power, he discovered he possessed an incomparable aptitude for such profound mysteries of heaven and earth.

A cultivator like him seemed born for the Dao, possessing an astonishing affinity for arcane forces. In the future, comprehending the laws of nature and even the Great Dao itself would likely become effortless endeavors for him.

The deeper 1 delves into cultivation, the closer 1 draws to comprehending the fundamental truths of heaven and earth and touching the essence of cosmic laws, the more 1 can unveil talents unparalleled throughout the ages.

As far as Eldrin knew, cultivators like Lyra and Qing Ji could only comprehend 1 or 2 types of arcane power most suited to their nature when gaining insights into secret forces, leaving them virtually no room for further choice.

In contrast, when he contemplated the arcane forces, it was as if he were immersed in an ocean of mysteries. 1 after another, supreme arcane forces leading directly to the Great Dao manifested before him, allowing him to freely choose which to comprehend.

The distinctions between these arcane forces are imperceptible in the early stages, yet the deeper 1 cultivates, the more evident the disparities become.

For instance, the 2 arcane forces of Riverlord Chang (Person Name)—Endless River and Setting Sun—could at most be cultivated into mere principles. His path would reach its limit upon achieving the Earth Immortal or Celestial Immortal realm.

Pure Yang Fire, Profound Abyss Water, Primordial Chaos Gold, and All-Creation Earth—these esoteric forces, when cultivated to their ultimate extremes, all become supreme authorities that peer directly into the Great Dao. Ultimately, each can be leveraged to comprehend the Great Dao itself.

Legend has it that comprehending the Laws enables 1 to ascend to immortality. By using the Laws to carve open a world, 1 becomes an Earth Immortal Patriarch. Mastering the Laws completely allows 1 to attain the status of a Celestial Immortal Great Adept.

Only by comprehending the true power of the Great Dao can 1 cross the threshold into the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The disparity was immense, and the deeper 1 advanced in their cultivation, the more they grasped the vast chasm in potential between them.

Eldrin's current cultivation level and breadth of vision remained somewhat inadequate, with limited understanding of the cultivation realms pertaining to the Immortal Ascension stage.

Yet he had a faint intuition that when it came to comprehending the mysteries of arcane power, there was likely no 1 in the recorded ancient history of the Violet Realm who could stand as his equal.

Considering that Lyra (Person Name) now lagged behind in comprehending arcane forces, Eldrin (Person Name) remarked thoughtfully, "There's no need for haste, my lady. Your lifespan remains long."

"If 1 fails to comprehend the fifth Law before forming the Nascent Soul, they can simply wait a few more years."

"We'll talk about it another day."

Lyra shook her head. Her cultivation was on the verge of breaking through to the Nascent Soul, 8th Tier, and after 6 centuries she would be ready to challenge the Spirit Void Realm.

However, if he delayed any further during the Nascent Soul stage, he would likely fall somewhat behind Eldrin (Person Name).

Seeing this, Eldrin said no more and simply remarked, "By my reckoning, in a dozen or so years, it will be the perfect time for Senior Haoran to summon his Celestial Soul."

"I plan to make a trip to Haoran Peak to inquire about Elder Haoran's intentions."

"Very well, you may go."

Lyra and the others also nodded. With the Pure Yang Immortal Sword refined by Magnus the Virtuous Lord and the Soul Elixir now in his possession, his confidence in breaking through to the Soul Formation realm had risen to well over 70 percent.

Now that I've encountered this once-in-several-centuries opportunity of Celestial Soul Return, it truly is the perfect moment to assail the Nascent Soul.

Without further delay, Eldrin immediately took the teleportation array to Haoran Peak, where he found Magnus the Virtuous Lord deep in secluded cultivation.

Seeing his arrival, Magnus the Virtuous Lord smiled and said, "Your timing is impeccable. I was just thinking of seeking you out in a few days."

"Is the True Monarch preparing to breakthrough to the Nascent Soul realm?"

"Exactly!"

Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name) nodded with a grave expression. "17 years from now will be the perfect moment for my Celestial Soul to return to its rightful place. I intend to seize this opportunity to break through to the Nascent Soul realm."

"This is a favorable moment."

Eldrin also nodded in agreement. With the Demonic Abyss Cataclysm still 4 100 years away, Magnus the Virtuous Lord was now breaking through to the Primordial Spirit realm. A successful breakthrough would not only consolidate his cultivation base but also elevate him to the rank of the Haoran Heavenly Sword.

At this thought, Eldrin said, "Now that I preside over the Immortal Alliance, I shall inform Brother Dinghai and Brother Feiyu. When necessary, they will hold off the Primordial Soul demons for you."

"In that case, it seems the external tribulation for my breakthrough this time need not be a concern."

Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name) also smiled upon hearing this. His breakthrough this time had coincided with the most opportune moment.

The current 3 Veins Immortal Alliance is under the stewardship of Eldrin, who commands the allegiance of 9 Sword-bearing Elders guarding his path. Without cultivation at the Nascent Soul level, none would dare challenge his ascension.

In the vast Eastern Barren Domain, the human race now holds a dominant position. Faced with the looming threat of the Abyssal Cataclysm, the various Dao Lord Holy Lands would secretly extend their support for his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage.

Moreover, since he was not a Great Perfection Eldrin (Person Name) after all, the tribulation would not be excessively terrifying. Thus, his chances of breaking through to the Primordial Spirit realm this time should still be considerable.

At this thought, both of them couldn't help but smile faintly. Eldrin then added, "For this breakthrough, let's head to the Guyun Mountain Range. The spiritual energy there is more abundant."

"Very well."

Chapter 1 The wind howled through the jagged peaks of the Azure Dragon Mountains, carrying with it the scent of pine and a faint, metallic tang of blood. On a precipice overlooking a sea of swirling mist, a young man in ragged blue robes knelt, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His name was Lin Feng, and today marked the third year since his spiritual roots were severed. "3 years..." he whispered, the words torn away by the gale. "1 100 years had passed since the great war, yet for me, these past 1000 days have felt longer than any century." He remembered the day clearly—the day Eldrin (Person Name), his once-trusted senior brother, had ambushed him in the Whispering Bamboo Grove, not for a treasure or a secret technique, but out of sheer jealousy. The searing pain as his meridians were shattered, the feeling of spiritual energy draining from his body like a tide receding forever. From a prodigy of the Verdant Cloud Sect to a mere mortal, discarded like garbage. A cold light flickered in Lin Feng's deep-set eyes. He would not accept this fate. Reaching into his tunic, he pulled out a small, unadorned bronze mirror. It was the only inheritance from his late mother, deemed utterly worthless by the sect's Appraisal Elder. But last night, under the light of the full moon, it had finally revealed its secret. As his blood, the last vestiges of his spiritual lineage, had dripped onto its surface, the mirror had grown warm. A flood of ancient, profound information had surged directly into his mind—a cultivation method known as the Primordial Chaos Genesis Mantra. "This is my chance," Lin Feng murmured, his voice steady despite the storm within his heart. "My path to vengeance." He closed his eyes, disregarding the biting wind, and began to cycle what little internal energy he still possessed according to the esoteric principles of the mantra. It was agonizing, like trying to force water through parched, cracked earth. But he persisted. Hours passed. The moon rose, casting a silvery pall over the mountains. Just as his consciousness began to waver, on the verge of collapse, he felt it—a single, faint wisp of pristine spiritual energy, not drawn from the outside world, but born from the very chaos within his dantian. It was thinner than a spider's silk, yet it carried an aura of primordial majesty. A notification, silent yet unmistakable, echoed in the depths of his soul: [Primordial Chaos Genesis Mantra: Initiated. Foundation Established.] Lin Feng's eyes snapped open. A faint, almost imperceptible glow surrounded his body before fading. He unclenched his fist and looked at his palm. There, dancing erratically between his fingers, was that single, rebellious strand of chaotic spiritual energy. A slow, cold smile finally touched his lips. He looked up at the distant, starlit peaks where the Verdant Cloud Sect resided. "Eldrin," he whispered to the night. "I have nothing left. That is why I now hold everything. Wait for me." The long road of cultivation stretched before him, but he had taken the first, most impossible step. The discarded trash had begun to gather himself from the dust.