Chapter 792 Immortal Cave Abode

Seeing that Eldrin was merely a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet capable of restraining his mental focus, the Kunpeng’s gaze turned icy as he declared, “You are remarkable. Remember—the 1 who ends your life is I, ‘Kunpengzi’!”

As the words of Kunpengzi fell, he unleashed another brilliant stream of light—a dark azure treasure vessel.

This treasure is named the 'Kunpeng Ocean-Subduing Vial,' and it is Kunpengzi's second innate life-bound supreme treasure.

This treasure was forged from the 'Abyssal Sea God Marrow' nurtured within the oceanic vortex of the Northern Nether Sea, capable of drawing inexhaustible waters from the northern seas to manifest the ultimate Yin and frigid Nether Sea Divine Water.

At this moment, the Kunpeng Ocean-Overturning Bottle inverted itself, unleashing an endless torrent of Northern Nether Divine Water that swept forth like a raging sea from the abyss. Wherever it passed, all things were destined to be frozen solid.

The Northern Nether Divine Water is incomparably frigid. Even a Nascent Soul Dao Lord, if carelessly touched by it, would suffer frostbite or freeze to death, unable to endure for long before dissolving into a mass of icy liquid.

Fortunately, Eldrin possessed pure yang magic power, which instantly transformed into boundless true yang flames that swept forth, fiercely blocking the Northern Nether Divine Water in the void.

Seeing this, Lyra (Person Name) nearby also summoned her Samadhi Fire, joining forces with him to resist.

"The Pure Yang Spirit Treasure is too domineering—don't confront it head-on!"

After the brief exchange of blows, Eldrin understood that relying on his magic power to withstand this Northern Abyssal Divine Water would likely prove unsustainable.

Without hesitation, he summoned the Pure Yang Spirit Treasure: Bottle of Void Suppression. Such treasure bottles were most effective in countering all divine waters, capable of absorbing a portion of the North Abyssal Divine Water.

Seeing this, Kunpengzi had no choice but to withdraw the Beiming Divine Water and instead activated the Kunpeng Ocean-Subduing Vase, unleashing its power to suppress the trio and force their retreat.

This Ocean-Subjugating Roc Vase was also a mid-grade Pure Yang Spirit Treasure, possessing the power to suppress heaven and earth. Fortunately, neither Lyra (Person Name) nor Seiki (Person Name) were easy opponents.

The Azure Dragon Sea-Roiling Sword and the Heavenly Ruins Immortal-Slaying Sword weaved through the air with unstoppable force, leaving even Kunpengzi struggling to gain any advantage.

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High in the firmament, the Roc Demon Saint and the Palace Lord of Drifting Snow were locked in combat. Seeing the Roc's disciple mired in a bitter struggle, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.

This Kunpeng Son was the sole direct descendant to inherit his complete bloodline. Though he had only recently broken through to the Nascent Soul realm, his combat prowess already rivaled over half of what a Primordial Spirit, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm) cultivator could achieve.

After all, being able to nourish 2 innate treasures simultaneously at the Nascent Soul realm—such a supreme bloodline surpassed even the finest Dao Bodies among humans, rendering 1 nearly invincible within the same cultivation stage.

He had hoped that this Kunpengzi would ambush and severely wound, or even slay, 1 of the Human Race’s Dao Lords, thereby breaking the deadlock and forcing the Falling Snow Palace cultivators to retreat.

Little did Kunpengzi expect that at this very moment, he would be intercepted by Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name), Eldrin (Person Name), and 2 others—a turn of events that took him completely by surprise.

At this thought, the Great Demon Sage Kun Peng's gaze darkened slightly. "Since we cannot repel the humans, we must not delay any longer. Let us enter first and then rely on our own methods."

With a thought instantly suppressed, the Kunpeng Demon Saint summoned a sacred cauldron to block the attack from the Palace Lord of Drifting Snow. In a resonant chime, he then converged his power and unleashed the Twin Swords of Kunpeng.

"Clang—"

In an instant, the radiance of the twin swords merging eclipsed all else. Yet instead of striking toward the Palace Master of Drifting Snow, it unexpectedly cleaved toward the Heavenly Mountains.

This took Palace Lord Piaoxue, who was currently defending, by surprise. But before he could ponder further, a thunderous crash reverberated through the air.

But then, that heavenly mountain was cleaved open by the sword strike, revealing a 10-1000-zhang abyss. At the bottom of the chasm, a concealing aura formation was forcibly torn apart by the very same strike.

Beyond the formation lay a bottomless abyss, from which a blinding radiance erupted, its astonishing phenomena spreading across a million miles of mountains and rivers.

"This is..."

Everyone was caught somewhat off guard when the Kunpeng Yaosheng was the first to flap its wings and soar into the Endless Abyss.

Immediately thereafter, 2 streaks of flowing light that had long lain concealed followed in their wake—it was none other than the Clan Lord of the Northern Plains Wang Clan and the Glacier Old Demon.

"It is an ancient immortal relic."

In the blink of an eye, everyone sensed and understood the karmic cause and effect of this event.

The Palace Lord of Drifting Snow immediately charged inside, calling out in a clear voice, "Everyone, strike swiftly! Do not let the demons seize the immortal’s legacy!"

In an instant, the numerous Primordial Spirit Dao Lords did not dare to delay, immediately flying toward the depths of the abyss.

Eldrin exchanged a glance with Lyra and declared decisively, "Judging by these anomalous phenomena, this ancient ruins is likely anything but ordinary."

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"Our strength is still far inferior to that of the Demon Sage Kunpeng. We must stick together to avoid falling into the demons' ambush."

"Good."

Everyone nodded with immense gravity before flying together deeper into the Abyssal Depths.

After flying for what seemed an eternity, the group finally arrived before an underground cavern, only to find their path blocked by a restriction barrier.

Eldrin (Person Name) looked up and saw the words "Heavenly Mountain Immortal Abode" inscribed above the cavern entrance.

At that moment, the Roc Demon Saint watched as everyone had gathered, his gaze calm as he said, "This Celestial Mountain Immortal Abode was left behind by an ancient immortal, containing restrictions placed by immortals of the past."

"Had this been hundreds of thousands of years ago, even a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) could never have breached such immortal techniques. Fortunately, after hundreds of millennia, the restriction's power has diminished by more than half."

"If we join forces, we can break this restriction in less than half a ke."

The Palace Lord of Flowing Snow narrowed her gaze slightly. This was a relic from the Northern Wastes, which by all rights should have fallen into the possession of Flowing Snow Palace.

But now that the Demon Saint Kunpeng had arrived, she knew she could no longer monopolize it all.

Moreover, the eyes of everyone present burned with fervor, clearly all coveting the treasures within. It seemed unlikely they would continue their conflict before laying eyes on the spoils.

At that thought, she immediately declared, "Let's break the restriction first. Once inside, we'll each rely on our own means to claim the treasures."

"Attack!"

Seeing the leaders of both sides decide to open the immortal manor first, the crowd immediately sprang into action. Before long, they had breached the restrictions of the immortal manor.

In the blink of an eye, the crowd surged forth, charging straight into the immortal manor.

From the outside, this Celestial Mountain Immortal Abode appeared utterly ordinary, yet the world within was boundlessly vast. Stretching as far as the eye could see, mountains and rivers spanned tens of thousands of miles—clear evidence that a sixth-tier spatial gem had been refined into its foundation.

The 4, including Eldrin (Person Name), proceeded with extreme caution as the last group to enter the ancient grotto. Yet upon entry, they found the cavern thick with ethereal mist—a fog so dense it even obstructed their spiritual senses, limiting their perception to a mere 1000-zhang radius.

"It's the Immortal Bewilderment Mist."

Lyra immediately spoke up, revealing the origin of this mist.

This Mystic Immortal Mist was a treasure used to prevent others from peering in—a high-grade artifact capable of suppressing spiritual sense. Ordinary cultivators would only deploy it within their cave abodes, private chambers, or defensive formations.

Eldrin possessed a spiritual treasure known as the Cloud-Weave Veil, capable of releasing Immortal-Bewildering Mist. He had concealed it within Spirit Isle Lake, where once activated, the mist could envelop the entire Spirit Isle Lake. Even a Primordial Spirit Dao Lord would struggle to see through this fog.

The Mystic Immortal Mist here was even more profound and abstruse. Despite the vast immortal manor sprawling across the area, it still suppressed Eldrin’s divine sense within a 1000-zhang radius—clear evidence that this was undoubtedly a spirit treasure of exceedingly high grade.

You must understand, this immortal's cave abode is likely countless times larger than the Spirit Lake.

Eldrin quickly scanned his surroundings, only to realize that Lyra, Lila, and the others were all nearby. He let out a slight sigh of relief.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled through the mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. A lone figure stood atop the jagged cliff, his black robes whipping violently in the gale. This was Luo Feng, once the youngest Golden Core cultivator the Profound Sky Sect had seen in 3 centuries. "30-2 1000 spirit stones," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the wind. "All gone for nothing." His gaze fell upon the shattered pieces of the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) scattered at his feet. The spiritual energy within had completely dissipated, leaving behind nothing but mundane fragments of metal. A bitter smile touched his lips as he recalled the countless hours spent in secluded cultivation, the nearly 1 1000 nights meditating beneath the moonlight, all leading to this moment of utter failure. "Senior Brother Luo." The voice came from behind him, soft yet clear. Luo Feng didn't need to turn to know it was Li Ming (Person Name), his junior disciple brother who had entered the sect a dozen or so years after him. "The Elders are requesting your presence," Li Ming continued, his tone hesitant. "They say... they say you have 1 last chance to explain yourself before the disciplinary hearing." Luo Feng's shoulders stiffened. Over a 100 disciples had witnessed his failure during the breakthrough attempt. The energy backlash had damaged the main cultivation hall, costing the sect nearly a 1000 mid-grade spirit stones in repairs. "Tell the Elders I will be there shortly," Luo Feng replied, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. As Li Ming retreated, Luo Feng closed his eyes, reaching inward to examine his damaged dantian. The golden core that had once shone with brilliant intensity now flickered weakly, its surface webbed with cracks like broken porcelain. He had been so close. Just 1 more spiritual cycle, 1 more moment of clarity, and he would have ascended to the Nascent Soul stage. Instead, the deviation had cost him everything - his cultivation, his status, and possibly his future in the sect. The wind picked up again, carrying with it the distant chime of the celestial bell, signaling the changing of guards at the Heaven's Peak Tower. For thousands of years, this sound had marked the passage of time for cultivators in these mountains. Luo Feng opened his eyes, determination hardening his gaze. He had risen from nothing once before, a orphan boy discovered to have exceptional spiritual roots. He would do so again. "1 100 years," he whispered to the wind. "1 100 years from now, they will speak of my return." Unbeknownst to him, deep within his damaged dantian, a faint purple light began to pulse where his golden core had fractured - the telltale sign of the long-lost Heavenly Dao Seed (Cultivation Method) that hadn't been seen in the cultivation world for millennia.