Chapter 787. Chaos in the Northern Plains

After seeing Lu Wenyuan off, Eldrin still felt somewhat concerned.

Seeing this, Lyra (Person Name) nearby smiled and comforted, "Wenyuan has cultivated for nearly a 1000 years—it's only natural he should venture out more often. There's no need for you to worry."

"Hmm."

Eldrin nodded and declared, "I intend to go into seclusion for a time, striving to comprehend the 4 Phenomena Divine Thunder."

"Very well."

Upon hearing this, Lyra's eyes lit up. Among the lightning-based supernatural abilities in the Violet Realm, the most formidable were undoubtedly the Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder and the Great 5 Elements Pure Yin Divine Thunder.

Beyond these, there existed supreme divine abilities such as the Violet Heaven Divine Thunder and the 4 Symbols Divine Thunder.

Eldrin (Person Name) was a cultivator with the 5 Spirit Roots, simultaneously practicing the 5 Elements Divine Thunder. When cultivated to its ultimate state, 1 could comprehend the Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder.

However, the Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder is immensely difficult to comprehend. Over the past 100,000 years, only Jiang Huang has successfully cultivated it. Even with Eldrin's (Person Name) innate comprehension, it would be nearly impossible to master before reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

The 4 Symbols Divine Thunder before him, though no match for the Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder, remained an exceptionally rare offensive supernatural power in this world.

Once he mastered this technique, Eldrin would possess another lethal weapon capable of threatening primordial souls.

Eldrin now commanded 4 esoteric powers. By comprehending the 4 Symbols Divine Thunder, he would receive the empowerment of all 4 magical energies, making his chances of successfully cultivating this art overwhelmingly great.

On the second day of returning to Spirit Isle Lake (Location), he entered seclusion.

Thus time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, 20 years had passed.

On this day, Eldrin opened his eyes within the seclusion chamber. In the dim room, lightning seemed to flash as arcs of 4-colored thunder bloomed within his pupils, brewing a power of unparalleled dominance.

It is done.

Eldrin murmured to himself, a glimmer of comprehension dawning in his gaze.

These 4 Symbols Divine Thunders were born from the metamorphosis of 4 primordial forces—Pure Yang Fire, Profound Abyss Water, Primordial Chaos Gold, and All-Creation Earth—thus manifesting as 'Pure Yang Fire Calamity Thunder,' 'Profound Abyss Water Corrosion Thunder,' 'Primordial Chaos Gold Severing Thunder,' and 'All-Creation Earth Fortress Thunder.'

Each of these 4 divine thunders possessed extraordinary might, ranking among the supreme great supernatural powers. When combined, they formed the Thunder of 4 Symbols—a sixth-tier Pure Yang great supernatural power whose devastating force could truly be described as dominating the world.

"Let us test its might."

Having comprehended his innate great supernatural power to the sixth rank, Eldrin willed it into motion and instantly transformed into a sword radiance that shot skyward. It pierced through the 9 heavens’ primordial winds, reaching the firmament millions of miles above.

He stood poised in the void, and with a flick of his sleeve, unleashed an overwhelmingly potent 4-colored lightning that surged forth to suppress the boundless heavens.

"Boom—"

In the blink of an eye, the void trembled as unparalleled thunder swept through all existence, forcibly tearing a slender rift in the fabric of space.

Just then, Lyra and Qing Ji (Person Name) also rushed over. Upon witnessing this thunderous strike, they drew a sharp breath and said, "The power of your 4 Symbols Divine Thunder seems potent enough to annihilate a Half-Step Primordial Spirit and even pose a threat to a Primordial Spirit Dao Lord."

"If your cultivation were just a bit stronger, even a Primal Chaos Dao Lord would have to take you seriously."

Qing Ji couldn't help but exclaim, a flicker of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

Eldrin’s current cultivation was only at the 8th layer of the Nascent Soul realm. Though his spiritual power was formidable—surpassing even a Great Perfection Nascent Soul cultivator—it still fell slightly short when compared to a Half-Step Primordial Spirit expert.

If he were to break through to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, his magic power would increase by another 50 percent, and its profound density would likely rival that of a Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm).

Coupled with his secret power, whose quality was not inferior to that of a Primordial Spirit, the 4 Symbols Divine Thunder in his hands would likely be sufficient to threaten—and even severely injure—a Primordial Spirit Dao Lord.

"This adds some means of protecting my path."

Eldrin smiled faintly, then ceased his cultivation and descended.

To have deduced it to the Pure Yang Realm while still at the Nascent Soul Realm demonstrates that Eldrin’s talent is unparalleled throughout the ages. Even a peerless genius like Maris the Sea Steader pales in comparison.

Having mastered the 4 Symbols Divine Thunder, Eldrin (Person Name) gained another layer of prowess, a flicker of joy rising unbidden within his heart.

In the days that followed, he devoted himself to both cultivation and the comprehension of the Wood Attribute's arcane power.

In his spare time, he perused the family-compiled 4 Books and 8 Classics, along with several cultivation methods for the Nascent Soul Realm, preparing to deduce his own path to Nascent Soul cultivation.

However, such peaceful days did not last long. Within a few years, the Chen family received another distinguished guest—Huantian Ji (Person Name).

Perhaps due to his failed attempt at breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, Eldrin appeared somewhat more aged compared to a century ago, his spirit noticeably dimmed.

After meeting Eldrin, Huantian Ji forced a smile and said, "Brother Eldrin, I apologize for visiting without prior notice. I hope you won’t take offense."

"Brother Tianji, you are too courteous."

Eldrin personally poured a cup of tea for Huan Tianji before speaking, "Might I ask what brings Brother Tianji here this time?"

"We have come here today for a matter of great importance."

Huantian Ji spoke with an extremely grave expression, "Not long ago, the Kunpeng Demon Sage of the Northern Nether Sea took action, igniting a war between humans and demons in the arctic tundra cultivation realm."

"This!"

Eldrin’s face turned ashen, while Lyra, Qing Ji, and the others beside him also wore expressions of astonishment.

Speaking of the Arctic Ice Plains and the North Ming Sea, 1 must mention the structure of the 2 great cultivation domains.

In the far northern ice plains, the human race was dominated by 2 Nascent Soul powers: the Palace of Drifting Snow and the Wang Clan of Immortals.

The Wang Clan possessed only a single Nascent Soul elder, and their strength was unlikely to decisively surpass the Chen Family's. Naturally, no further discussion was needed.

The Palace of Drifting Snow stands as a top-tier sect in the Violet Realm, boasting 5 Eldrin (Person Name) within its lineage. The Mistress of Drifting Snow Palace, a peerless dao lord at Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm), ranks among the Violet Realm's 10 supreme human powerhouses.

Beyond the human factions, among the demonic cultivators of the Far North Ice Plains, deep within the Northern Wastes dwelled the Elder Snow Wraith and the Elder Glacier Fiend.

Most importantly, within the extreme northern ice plains dwells 1 of this realm's 10 great powerhouses—the Primordial Ice Silkworm Ancestor (Demon Ancestor).

That Primordial Ice Silkworm was a mythical immortal species, possessing the ability to undergo successive tribulations and rebirths. It was said to have lived through 7 or 8 lifetimes, with its total lifespan likely exceeding 2 100 1000 years.

His cultivation was unfathomably profound. Some rumors claimed he had reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, while others insisted his power had ascended to the Demi-Immortal realm, making him 1 of the most enigmatic existences in the Violet Realm.

Fortunately, that Primordial Ice Silkworm paid no heed to worldly affairs, wholly content to nestle within the Arctic Ice Plains. It spent the greater part of its time slumbering deep within the glaciers, and thus never came into conflict with humankind.

Compared to the few fiends in the Far North Ice Plains, the demonic tribes within the North Ming Sea were far more terrifying.

The Northern Nether Sea is ruled by the Kunpeng lineage, a bloodline boasting as many as 6 primordial spirit demon ancestors—3 Kun, 2 Peng, and 1 Kunpeng.

Their clan leader was known as the Kunpeng Demon Saint, with a cultivation base reaching the peak of Level 9 Divine Soul. Not only was his strength considered top-tier even among Great Perfection Divine Soul cultivators, but his speed was truly unparalleled in this world. Even a Demigod Ancestor could not catch up to him.

Ever since the rise of the Kunpeng Demon Saint thousands of years ago, who drove the Xuanwu Demon Ancestor from the North Ming Sea, conflicts between the Kunpeng Demon Saint and the arctic ice plains have persisted.

For thousands of years, the 2 sides had engaged in numerous conflicts of considerable scale, with massive beast tides occurring many times before. Yet, this was the first instance of such an all-out, nest-emptying mobilization.

Chapter 1: The Prodigy's Fall The icy rain fell like shattered jade, each drop piercing Ling Feng's face with stinging cold. Standing atop the Cloud-Scraping Peak, he gazed at the distant sea of clouds, his eyes reflecting the fading twilight. "9 years..." He murmured softly, his fingers unconsciously tracing the jade pendant at his chest—the sole relic of his former glory. Once hailed as the most gifted disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect in 3 centuries, he had now become the laughingstock of the entire cultivation world. A bitter smile touched his lips as he recalled the events of 3 years prior. During his breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment realm, a mysterious force had invaded his dantian, shattering his spiritual roots in an instant. Overnight, his cultivation plummeted from the peak of Qi Refinement to the first level, transforming him from a prodigy into trash. "Senior Brother Ling." A clear voice sounded from behind. Ling Feng turned to see a girl in green robes standing there, her eyes filled with complex emotions—a mixture of pity, reluctance, and something indescribable. "Junior Sister Qin Xue." Ling Feng nodded slightly, his expression calm. The girl bit her lip, hesitating for a long moment before speaking, "The Sect Master has decided... to revoke your status as a core disciple, effective tomorrow." Though he had long anticipated this outcome, hearing the words still sent a sharp pang through Ling Feng's heart. He took a deep breath, forcing his voice to remain steady, "I understand." "Senior Brother..." Qin Xue's eyes reddened, "I've pleaded with Father many times, but the sect's rules..." "Don't blame Sect Master Qin." Ling Feng waved his hand, interrupting her, "The Azure Cloud Sect is 1 of the 7 major sects—naturally, it cannot allow a... waste to occupy a core disciple position." The word "waste" was uttered with particular difficulty. Qin Xue fell silent. She knew better than anyone how much talent Ling Feng had once possessed. At just 16, he had reached the ninth level of Qi Refinement, a feat unmatched in the Azure Cloud Sect's history. Countless elders had predicted he would become the youngest Foundation Establishment cultivator in a millennium. But fate is often cruel. "Take this." Qin Xue produced a jade bottle from her sleeve, "These are 3 Foundation Establishment Pills. They might help you..." Ling Feng's eyes flickered, but he shook his head, "No need. Foundation Establishment Pills are far too precious. Giving them to me would be a waste." "Consider it... my final act of kindness to you." Qin Xue stubbornly pressed the jade bottle into his hand, her fingertips brushing against his palm, cold as ice. Before Ling Feng could refuse again, she had already turned and left, her green robes swiftly disappearing into the mist. Watching her retreating figure, Ling Feng's tightly clenched fist slowly relaxed. He looked down at the jade bottle in his hand, a trace of bitterness flashing in his eyes. 3 Foundation Establishment Pills—enough to drive ordinary outer sect disciples mad with desire. But to him now, they were nothing more than a reminder of his past disgrace. He stowed the jade bottle, about to return to his humble dwelling at the foot of the mountain, when a sharp pain suddenly erupted from his dantian. The agony was so intense it nearly made him collapse. "It's that thing again..." Ling Feng's face paled. Over the past 3 years, this mysterious pain had tormented him relentlessly. Countless elders had examined him, but none could identify the cause. Some even suspected he had offended some powerful entity, resulting in a curse. Just as he struggled to steady himself, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst from the jade pendant at his chest. The radiance was so brilliant it outshone the setting sun. "This is...!" Before Ling Feng could react, the golden light transformed into streams of information that poured directly into his mind. 《Heaven-Swallowing Art》 《9 Revolutions Divine Technique》 《Great Dao of Chaos》 Countless profound cultivation methods and techniques flooded his consciousness, each 1 far surpassing anything the Azure Cloud Sect possessed. The sheer volume of information threatened to overwhelm his mind. Just as he felt his consciousness fading, a deep, ancient voice echoed in his mind: "The Dao begets 1, 1 begets 2, 2 begets 3, 3 begets all things. Those who grasp my legacy shall inherit the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth!" The voice faded, and the golden light gradually receded. Ling Feng stood frozen in place, his mind reeling from the shock. He carefully examined the cultivation methods in his mind, his breathing growing increasingly rapid. According to the descriptions, these techniques could allow a cultivator to reach unimaginable heights. Especially the《Heaven-Swallowing Art》, which actually used the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to reconstruct spiritual roots. For Ling Feng, whose spiritual roots had been shattered, this was nothing short of a divine gift. But soon, he noticed something unusual. At the end of these techniques, a line of small characters was written: "Those who cultivate these methods will defy the heavens, inviting endless calamities. Proceed with caution, proceed with caution!" Defying the heavens? Inviting calamities? Ling Feng's eyes narrowed. He finally understood—the reason for his spiritual roots shattering 3 years ago was likely related to this mysterious legacy. He fell into silence, gazing at the distant mountains now shrouded in darkness, a fierce struggle raging in his heart. Should he continue living as a worthless waste, eventually dying of old age in mediocrity? Or should he tread this dangerous path, even if it meant facing heavenly wrath? After a long time, a resolute gleam flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. He raised his head to look at the night sky, where the first stars were beginning to twinkle. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. "Since heaven wishes to destroy me, I shall defy heaven itself!" His voice was not loud, but it carried an unwavering determination. At this moment, a crisp chime came from the jade pendant, and a beam of light shot out, projecting a mysterious map before him. On it, several locations were clearly marked, each accompanied by brief annotations. Ling Feng's gaze settled on the nearest mark—the Fallen Immortal Abyss. According to the map's description, a great battle between powerful cultivators had taken place there millennia ago, and 1 of them had fallen, leaving behind countless treasures and legacies. Most importantly, the Fallen Immortal Abyss contained a rare herb called the 7-Colored Reishi Mushroom, a key ingredient for cultivating the Heaven-Swallowing Art. "Fallen Immortal Abyss..." Ling Feng murmured, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He knew this would be his first step on the path of defiance. Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng committed the map to memory, then turned and strode toward the mountain path. His figure soon vanished into the gathering darkness. The night grew deeper, and the rain began to fall again, washing away all traces left on the mountain road. But on this night, a legend was quietly beginning.