Chapter 790 Inheriting Tribulation

Seeing this, Mystic Frost Fairy (Person Name) nearby nodded and said, "I've already sent that member of the Wang Family (Person Name) to keep an eye on Glacier Old Demon (Person Name). As for Snow Soul Old Demon (Person Name), we'll need to dispatch another person to handle him."

Seeing this, Daoist Haoyuan said, "I shall go."

They all nodded in agreement. With Daoist Haoyuan at the third level of Nascent Soul cultivation, it was more than sufficient to intercept the Snow Specter Old Demon.

Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze turning frosty as he remarked, "That Daoist from the Wang Family abandoned his island during the last Abyssal Cataclysm, nearly causing the collapse of the 4 Symbols Star Palace Archipelago."

"Would employing this individual now lead to unforeseen variables?"

The onlookers nearby couldn't help but narrow their eyes slightly upon hearing this.

Even Palace Mistress Piaoxue furrowed her brow slightly, revealing a trace of solemnity.

The former clan leader of the Wang Clan had defected to the demonic cultivators, triggering the great upheaval in the East Sea in those days. Had it not been for the Palace of Drifting Snow’s full protection, the Wang Immortal Clan would likely have been wiped out overnight.

During the previous Abyssal Cataclysm, the radical advance led by the Wang Clan Lord nearly caused the collapse of the human race's outer perimeter battlefield. This incident drew severe criticism from both Riverlord Chang (Person Name) and Daoist Tianqi (Person Name).

Yet, to protect him, the Palace of Drifting Snow specifically leveraged their connections to intercede on his behalf, finally quelling the crowd’s indignation.

In truth, the Snowdrift Pavilion harbored considerable discontent toward the Wang Clan within its ranks. Were it not for retaining them to share the pressure from the Demon Sage Kunpeng, they would certainly not have bothered with whether the Wang Clan lived or died.

At this moment, seeing that Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) had objections, the Palace Master of Drifting Snow Palace could only say, "Rest assured, if the Wang Clan fails to withstand the Glacier Old Demon this time, our Drifting Snow Palace will no longer offer them protection in the future."

Seeing this, Eldrin exchanged a glance with Maris the Sea Steader before saying thoughtfully, "Then we shall follow the senior's advice."

After further discussing strategies to deal with the Kunpeng Demon Saint, Eldrin finally emerged from the grand hall.

After leaving the main hall, Eldrin unexpectedly encountered an acquaintance.

The newcomer was none other than Lord Xuanbing, master of the Feixue Pavilion. As early as 1 1000 years ago, he had already reached the Nascent Soul, 9th Tier (Cultivation Realm). Wielding the pure Yang spirit treasure known as the Xuanpo Pearl (Magic Treasure), his power was acclaimed as unparalleled throughout the ancient snowy domain.

Now, 1 1000 years had passed. Though he had yet to break through to the Primordial Spirit realm, he had already cultivated to the Half-Step Primordial Spirit Dao Lord.

The relationship between the 2 was actually just a passing acquaintance. Back then, Eldrin had merely purchased a single snow ginseng from him.

Nevertheless, the Profound Ice True Monarch greeted Eldrin with utmost courtesy. "It has been many years since we last met. I never imagined your cultivation would advance so swiftly, Fellow Daoist of the Returning Abyss. Truly, I am ashamed of my own inadequacy."

"You're no slouch either, Fellow Daoist Xuanbing. It seems you're not far from the Soul Formation realm, are you?"

Seeing how polite Mystic Ice True Monarch was, Eldrin (Person Name) responded with a faint smile.

Seeing this, the Mystic Ice True Monarch nodded and said, "3 100 years ago, I failed to summon my Celestial Soul. In a few days, the time will be ripe for me to attempt it again. After overcoming this tribulation, I shall prepare to make another breakthrough."

"Then I wish you success, fellow Daoist."

Eldrin (Person Name) offered no further words. After exchanging brief pleasantries, he hastily departed.

Watching Eldrin depart, a flicker of shadow passed through the depths of the Mystic Ice True Monarch's eyes.

His gaze profound, he stood motionless for a long moment before soaring directly back to the Flying Snow Pavilion dojo. After cautiously surveying his surroundings, he finally entered a secluded cave abode.

Deep within a mountain cavern, an elder with hair and beard as white as snow had been waiting for a long while. Watching the arrival of the Mystic Ice True Lord, he pondered briefly before asking, "How did it go?"

"The situation is dire. The Drifting Snow Pavilion has actually enlisted the aid of the Eastern Wastelands."

Xuanbing Zhenjun took a deep breath before speaking, "The ones arriving this time are Daoxu Daoren and his several Dao Companions. These are all peerless prodigies who possess Pure Yang Spiritual Treasures."

"That would be disastrous."

That elder was none other than the former Pavilion Master of the Flying Snow Pavilion. Upon hearing Eldrin’s words, his expression shifted dramatically.

He rose to his feet and paced back and forth for a long while before finally saying, "The immortal legacy beneath the Celestial Mountain can only be obtained by cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage."

"Even if the Roc Demon Saint came for this purpose, he could not seize the immortal legacy. But this Master Guixu is different—he is our greatest trouble."

At this point, even Elder Xuanbing couldn't help but let a chill flash through his gaze.

Deep beneath the Tianshan Mountains lay a legacy left behind by an ancient immortal.

As early as several 100 1000 years ago, these celestial mountains served as the sacred cultivation grounds of ancient immortals. At that time, a single Snow Lotus had endured over 10 1000 years of arduous cultivation here, revered as the Celestial Mountain Goddess, until she ultimately attained enlightenment and ascended to immortality.

It is an exceedingly rare occurrence for a spiritual root to transform into a demon. As for the Celestial Mountain Goddess cultivating all the way to the realm of an immortal, this is naturally an unprecedented feat, unparalleled throughout the ages.

After the Celestial Mountain Goddess ascended to immortality, to repay the karmic debt of being nurtured by this realm, she left behind a legacy and treasures deep beneath the Celestial Mountain. These would only reveal themselves when the great calamity commenced.

Now that the calamity of the Demon Abyss had begun, the Divine Maiden of Tianshan, who had been slumbering beneath the Tianshan Mountains, quietly emerged into the world.

Yet at that time, the Soaring Snow Pavilion on the Celestial Mountain still had a Divine Consciousness Dao Lord presiding over it, making it a revered Dao Lord sanctuary that commanded awe across the Northern Plains.

That Dao Lord of Feixue Lodge lacked the strength to break the immortal’s restrictions, and his cultivation was incompatible with inheriting the legacy. By all reasoning, the treasures of Tian Shan should have been beyond his reach.

However, this man coveted the immortal's legacy treasures and actually forcibly set up a formation to conceal the cave abode of the Celestial Maiden of Tianshan.

Concealing the tribulation inheritance left by the celestial being was an act of defying the natural order. As a result, the Dao Lord of Feixue Pavilion suffered a backlash and soon perished during the cataclysm of the Demonic Abyss.

Thereafter, the master of the Feixue Pavilion and the Xuanbing Zhenjun also coveted the immortal's legacy treasures, wholeheartedly desiring the immortal's inheritance.

To this end, they would stop at nothing to conceal the existence of the immortal's legacy, desperate to obtain the inheritance of that ancient celestial being.

Alas, Heaven seldom grants our wishes. The clues to the Divine Maiden of Tianshan’s legacy treasure were unexpectedly discovered by the Roc-Demon Sage. For years, he meticulously schemed, even going so far as to ignite this war between humans and demons, all to seize the supreme treasure left behind by the immortal.

If that were the only requirement, it would be 1 thing. But to inherit the legacy of the Celestial Mountain Goddess, 1 must qualify before having forged a Nascent Soul.

Although the Roc Demon Saint possessed formidable power, he could at most seize the spirit treasures and precious artifacts left by the Celestial Mountain Goddess, but would never obtain her core inheritance.

Thus, the Profound Ice True Lord discussed with the Flying Snow Tower Master and decided to incite the Drifting Snow Palace into a great battle against the Rocfiend Sage, intending to fish in troubled waters and seize the immortal’s core legacy.

But now that peerless prodigies like Eldrin had arrived, both the True Monarch of Profound Ice and the Mistress of the Frostfall Pavilion felt restless in their hearts.

The master of the Feiyu Tower paced in place for a long while, then drew a deep breath and said, "It has long been rumored that the Eldrin and his wife possessed the innate talent to attain immortality. I fear neither your comprehension nor mine could ever match theirs."

"Moreover, with their formidable strength, when the legacy truly awakens, I fear you and I stand no chance against them."

Elder Xuanbing nodded thoughtfully, his gaze turning profound as he murmured, "What if we discreetly leak the news about the immortal's cave abode to the Wang Clan and the Glacier Demon? We could lure both of them into the fray."

"How about having this Daoist of the Returning Abyss rise together with these 2?"

"Impossible."

The master of the Feixue Pavilion changed countenance drastically, unable to hold back from exclaiming, "If the Piaoxue Pavilion learns of our collusion with demons, we will most certainly face certain death."

"Ancestral Elder, you have lost your clarity of mind."

Elder Xuanbing’s gaze turned slightly frosty as he spoke with detached indifference, “You should understand that a legacy destined to face tribulation like this must have been foreseen by the ancient immortals. Its ownership was likely predetermined long ago.”

"Yet for a cultivator to attain immortality, 1 must defy the heavens."

"If we are unwilling to brave extraordinary perils, how could we ever transcend the Nascent Soul realm and glimpse the divine realm of the 9 Heavens?"

"This is a tribulation-calibrated treasure left behind by an immortal! Even if obtaining it won't grant full ascension, it would most likely allow 1 to cultivate to a half-immortal state."

Chapter 1 The wind howled through the jagged peaks of the Azure Mist Mountains, carrying with it the scent of pine and a faint, metallic tang of blood. A lone figure knelt in a secluded clearing, his robes torn and stained. This was Lin Feng, once a promising disciple of the Verdant Cloud Sect, now a cripple clinging to the fringes of the cultivation world. His face was pale, but his eyes burned with a stubborn fire. 3 years. It had been 3 years since his spiritual meridian were severed during the sect's annual tournament, a 'mishap' orchestrated by his jealous senior disciple, Eldrin (Person Name). Overnight, he had fallen from a genius admired by all to a useless burden, abandoned by the sect and scorned by his peers. "The Foundation Establishment realm... it feels like a lifetime ago," he muttered, his voice a dry rasp. He clenched his fist, his knuckles white. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth swirled around him, but like water through a sieve, it refused to gather within his damaged dantian. Suddenly, a faint, ethereal glow caught his eye from a crack in the cliff face behind him. Compelled by a force he didn't understand, he crawled towards it. Hidden behind thick vines was a small, concealed cave. Inside, resting on a simple stone altar, was an ancient, bronze mirror, its surface clouded with age. As his fingers brushed against the cold metal, a shocking bolt of energy surged up his arm, flooding his consciousness. *Buzz!* **"Disciple of the later generations, you have awakened the Grand Primordial Mirror (Magic Treasure). I am the Profound Heaven Sage, and this is my final legacy."** A vast, ancient voice echoed directly in his mind, followed by torrents of incomprehensible information about cultivation techniques, alchemy formulas, and array formations—knowledge far surpassing anything in the Verdant Cloud Sect. When Lin Feng opened his eyes again, they shone with a newfound clarity. The crippling despair was gone, replaced by a steely resolve. The Grand Primordial Mirror had not only repaired his shattered meridians but had also imprinted upon him a supreme cultivation method—the [Chaos Genesis Sutra (Cultivation Method)]. He spent the next few days in the cave, oblivious to the world, devouring the Profound Heaven Sage's knowledge. According to the legacy, the initial stage of the [Chaos Genesis Sutra] required the refinement of a foundational pill—the Spirit Gathering Pill (Elixir). The recipe was complex, requiring several rare herbs. "The 100 Year Old Ghost Vine, 7 Color Spirit Mushroom, and a core from a Venomous Toothed Python..." Lin Feng recited. He had no spirit stones to purchase these materials. His only option was the perilous Blackwind Ridge, a mountain range teeming with demonic beasts, where disciples often ventured to gather resources. Gathering his meager belongings—a chipped iron sword and a few leftover Spirit Gathering Pills (Elixir) of the lowest grade—he set out. The forest within Blackwind Ridge was dense and dark, the air thick with the smell of decay and primal danger. He moved with caution, his senses heightened. After half a day of searching, he managed to find the 100 Year Old Ghost Vine and the 7 Color Spirit Mushroom, though the latter was guarded by a ferocious Ironhide Boar, which he barely managed to slay after a desperate struggle. Now, only the Venomous Toothed Python's core remained. He tracked the demonic beast to a murky swamp. The python was massive, its scales glistening with a sickly green hue, its eyes glowing with malevolent intelligence. It was a peak Qi Refining beast, a formidable opponent for any disciple, let alone 1 who had just regained his ability to cultivate. Lin Feng took a deep breath, circulating the spiritual energy within him according to the [Chaos Genesis Sutra]. It felt different—deeper, more primal, and vastly more powerful than the Verdant Cloud Sect's basic technique. As the python lunged, its maw wide open, time seemed to slow down. He sidestepped with an uncanny grace, the chipped iron sword in his hand humming with a faint, grey energy. He didn't use any flashy techniques, only a simple, precise thrust infused with the chaotic power of the Genesis Sutra. *Puchi!* The sword, empowered by the unique energy, pierced through the python's tough scales as if they were paper, directly into its brain. The beast thrashed for a moment before collapsing, its malevolent light fading. Panting, Lin Feng carved out the pulsating green core. A sense of accomplishment washed over him. This was the first step. Suddenly, a sharp, mocking voice cut through the silence of the swamp. "Well, well, look what the swamp dragged in. If it isn't the sect's shame, Lin Feng." Lin Feng turned slowly. Emerging from the trees were 3 disciples from the Verdant Cloud Sect, led by a tall youth with a hooked nose—Eldrin's (Person Name) lackey, known as Hooknose Wang (Person Name). Hooknose Wang sneered, his eyes greedily fixed on the Venomous Toothed Python core in Lin Feng's hand. "A cripple like you actually managed to kill a Venomous Toothed Python? Must have been a fluke. Hand over the core, and those herbs you've gathered. Consider it compensation for the resources the sect wasted on you all these years." Lin Feng's gaze turned cold. In the past, he could only endure such humiliation. But now... He stood straight, his previously subdued aura beginning to shift. "If you want it," he said, his voice low and steady, "come and take it." Hooknose Wang laughed. "Still putting on a brave face? Boys, teach this waste a lesson! Break his other leg!" The 2 disciples behind him charged, their fists glowing with the rudimentary spiritual light of the Qi Refining realm. Lin Feng didn't retreat. He took a step forward, the spiritual energy within him roaring to life according to the profound principles of the [Chaos Genesis Sutra]. He moved like a phantom, easily evading their clumsy attacks. With 2 simple, open-palmed strikes, he landed blows on their chests. *Bang! Bang!* A terrifying force erupted, sending the 2 disciples flying backward. They crashed into the muddy ground, coughing up blood, their faces filled with shock and terror. The spiritual energy in their bodies was in complete disarray. Hooknose Wang's sneer froze on his face. "You... how is this possible?!" He could feel it now—a dense, oppressive spiritual pressure emanating from Lin Feng, something he had only felt from inner court disciples at the Foundation Establishment realm. Panic flashed in his eyes. He drew his own sword, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure), a low-grade magical treasure. "Die, you cripple! [Flickering Flame Sword Art (Technique)]!" A streak of fiery sword light shot towards Lin Feng. Facing the attack, Lin Feng's expression remained calm. He raised his chipped iron sword, the grey chaotic energy swirling around the blade, forming a subtle vortex. The fiery sword light, upon contact with the grey vortex, was torn apart and dissipated into nothingness, like a spark being extinguished by a tidal wave. "What?!" Hooknose Wang's eyes widened in disbelief. Before he could react, Lin Feng was already in front of him. The chipped iron sword was pressed against his throat. "The strong prey on the weak. Isn't that the law you live by?" Lin Feng's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion. "Now, you are the weak 1." He stripped Hooknose Wang of his storage pouch and the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure), then knocked him unconscious with a single chop to the neck. Back in the safety of his hidden cave, Lin Feng took out the Spirit Cauldron (Magic Treasure) he had found in the Profound Heaven Sage's legacy. He carefully arranged the ingredients: the 100 Year Old Ghost Vine, the 7 Color Spirit Mushroom, and the Venomous Toothed Python core. He took a deep breath, recalling the alchemy method from the legacy. He channeled his spiritual energy, and a wisp of grey chaotic flame sputtered to life at the base of the cauldron. This was not ordinary fire, but the Chaos Flame conjured by the [Chaos Genesis Sutra]. The refinement process was incredibly taxing. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he meticulously controlled the flame's intensity, following the esoteric instructions. The herbs liquefied, their impurities burned away by the chaotic flame, and their essences began to merge with the python's core. After several tense hours, a brilliant light erupted from within the Spirit Cauldron (Magic Treasure). The light subsided to reveal 3 pure white pills, each radiating dense spiritual energy and marked with faint, natural cloud-like patterns. A system-like notification, imprinted by the Grand Primordial Mirror, appeared in his mind: **[Spirit Gathering Pill (Elixir) refinement successful. Quality: Perfect.]** A genuine, perfect-quality Spirit Gathering Pill (Elixir)! Even the best alchemists in the Verdant Cloud Sect could only produce high-quality ones with a success rate of 1 in 10. Without hesitation, Lin Feng swallowed 1 pill and began to meditate, circulating the [Chaos Genesis Sutra (Cultivation Method)]. Boom! A vast, unprecedented amount of spiritual energy exploded within him, surging through his meridians like a raging river. It was far more potent than any energy he had ever absorbed before. He guided this torrent, washing through his limbs and bones, converging towards his dantian. Cracks seemed to form in the void around him. The spiritual energy of the entire mountain peak began to swirl, forming a visible vortex above the cave, pouring down into his body. The Qi Refining realm was divided into 9 layers. He had been stuck at the first layer for 3 years. Now, his cultivation base was skyrocketing. Qi Refining, second layer! Qi Refining, third layer! Qi Refining, fourth layer! He broke through 3 minor realms in 1 sitting! The power flowing within him was dozens of times greater than before. He opened his eyes, a sharp, intimidating light flashing within them, like a dormant dragon awakening. He stood up, his fists clenched. The feeling of strength was intoxicating. "Eldrin (Person Name), Verdant Cloud Sect... just you wait. The debt of severed meridians, the years of humiliation... I, Lin Feng, will return to collect it all, with interest!" His low murmur echoed in the cave, filled with unwavering determination and a cold, brewing storm. The journey of the Chaos Genesis Sovereign had just begun.