Chapter 837. A Sword Strike That Severs the Primordial Spirit

In but an instant, the Heaven-Parting Twin Swords soared into the firmament.

In the blink of an eye, the 2 resplendent immortal swords merged into 1, coalescing into a single, dazzling blade of light that cleaved directly toward the Blood Soul Heavenly Demon with overwhelming force.

At that moment, the Blood Soul Heavenly Demon failed to breach the Primordial Chaos True Aegis. With his Blood Slaughter Soul-Severing Sword momentarily immobilized, he could only summon an escape radiance to flee for his life.

Yet the sword radiance after the Heavenly Union Convergence seemed to possess prescience, actually intercepting his path by striking later yet arriving first.

"Ah—"

Immediately after, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air as the Blood Soul Heavenly Demon was cloven in 2.

看到这一幕，方才逃出去的双翼天魔倒吸了一口凉气，Eldrin (Person Name)这一剑快准狠，竟然将血魂天魔的逃跑方向预判的清清楚楚。

It must be understood that a Nascent Soul Dao Lord possesses an exceptionally tenacious vitality. Even if tearing through the void to escape was impossible here, delivering a single strike to ensure their demise remained profoundly difficult.

Eldrin's ability to accomplish this demonstrated that his talent for combat and battle intuition far surpassed the mundane.

This sent the 2-winged heavenly demon into a mix of shock and terror. It hastily flapped its wings, transforming into a flash of wind and thunder before vanishing into the void.

Seeing the 3 strongest eldritch demons—2 dead and 1 fled—the remaining 5 eldritch demons turned pale. Without hesitation, they immediately fled into the distance.

"After them!"

Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name) and his companions were unwilling to let slip the chance to crush a defeated foe. Without hesitation, they gave chase.

Eldrin also transformed into a sword-light that streaked across the sky in pursuit. Yet he did not chase the dual-winged celestial demon—for that creature possessed both wind and thunder wings, its speed ranking among the pinnacle of those at the early to middle Nascent Soul stage.

An entity of this caliber could only be slain by seizing the opportunity for a single, lethal strike—otherwise, he had no confidence in eliminating it. Thus, he pursued a Soulflame Demon instead.

That newly ascended Primordial Spirit Fiend lacked even a single pure-yang spiritual treasure, making it utterly impossible to escape with its life from Eldrin's grasp.

In the mere blink of an eye, he closed the distance. With a single strike of the Great 5 Elements Primordial Chaos Grasping Hand, he seized his foe and executed them on the spot above the Eastern Sea.

Aside from this Eldrin Flamefiend, the others had also achieved notable feats. Though all 5 were severely wounded and their spiritual power nearly depleted in this battle, leaving them with no strength to spare to block a single Eldrin Heavenly Demon.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Lila (Person Name) arrived and used the Divine Light of Frost Essence to immobilize a Nascent Soul demonic cultivator, allowing Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name) to strike him down with a single sword blow.

After completing all this, Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name) glanced at Eldrin (Person Name), his face brimming with delight as he said, "Fortunately, you arrived just in time."

"Indeed, this battle was truly perilous."

The master of the Featherflight Pavilion also drew a deep breath, his face revealing the expression of 1 who had narrowly escaped calamity.

In this battle, the 5 of them faced 8 Outer Demons. Even with Lyra's (Person Name) avatar included, they barely amounted to 6 Soul Formation combatants.

Among these 6 Nascent Soul level combatants, 3 were actually pseudo-Nascent Soul combatants, creating an extremely unbalanced power dynamic.

I had thought the best outcome of this battle would be to take down 2 or 3 Nascent Soul demonic cultivators at the cost of our lives. Never did I expect Eldrin’s arrival would completely turn the tide of the battle.

Not only did they survive this battle, but they also slew 4 Nascent Soul demonic cultivators in a single engagement—a truly extraordinary victory.

This brought joy to the group, and when their gazes fell upon Eldrin, there was a hint of astonishment in their eyes.

"You have all worked hard."

Without another word, Eldrin stepped forward to support the most severely injured Maris the Sea Steader, examining his wounds.

Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) swallowed a medicinal pill and said with a bitter smile, "Now that I've been invaded by Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root), I can no longer suppress my injuries."

"I'm afraid I would have to abandon my physical form and spend 3 100 years to rebuild the Pure Yang Dao Body."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the few individuals twisted into wry smiles.

They had battled for several days, and now both were gravely wounded. Restoring their combat prowess would likely take no less than a 100 years of dedicated effort.

With such severe injuries, even if we win this battle, it would be a pyrrhic victory. It won't be easy for me to be of much help from here on out.

However, after examining it, Eldrin shook his head and said, "I can help you recover from this level of injury."

As his words fell, he converted his life force into spiritual power and began continuously aiding Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) in healing his wounds.

This life force mana contained a trace of the Life Great Dao's power, brimming with boundless, inexhaustible vitality.

Driven by Eldrin's current cultivation level, though it still couldn't revive the dead or regenerate flesh and bone, it was sufficient to treat all manner of light and heavy injuries at the Nascent Soul level.

After receiving the baptism of life mana, Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) had only completed 1 major cycle, yet his injuries were nearly healed.

After completing 9 full grand cycles in succession, his injuries had already recovered for the most part, and his combat strength had surprisingly been restored to over 90 percent.

After reaching this stage, Eldrin (Person Name) had already depleted 50 percent of his spiritual power. He withdrew his energy and declared, "Your injuries are largely healed now. All that remains is for you to recover naturally on your own."

"What kind of power is this, to be so divinely extraordinary?"

Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) examined the injuries and couldn't help but reveal a look of astonishment.

Upon realizing this was the Life Secret Force, Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) could not help but draw a sharp breath and exclaimed, "This Life Secret Force stands as the paramount art of healing—it likely far surpasses the Green Wood Mystic Art of the Green Wood Taoist."

Elder Mu was 1 of the paramount powerhouses of the Violet Realm, his cultivation having reached the 9th Heaven of the Nascent Soul realm, through which he had comprehended the legendary Verdant Essence Power.

Although Elder Qingmu was not particularly formidable in combat, his profound mastery of the Verdant Wood spiritual power had allowed him to live for over 20,000 years. Not only did he possess exceptional survival capabilities, but he was also universally acknowledged as peerless in the art of healing.

Within the Violet Realm, if a soul formation cultivator sustained only minor injuries, most would be reluctant to consume precious soul-nurturing elixirs. Instead, they would often seek treatment from the Greenwood Taoist.

However, the Woodland Sage's spiritual power was incapable of healing severe injuries, far inferior to the life-force energy Eldrin (Person Name) had demonstrated.

At this thought, Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) exclaimed in awe, "Any cultivator possessing this life force magic power would surely gain a foothold in the Violet Realm, ranking among the most elite of the Primordial Spirit cultivators."

"You flatter me, Daoist Brother."

Eldrin said no more. He simply tended to the group's injuries before swallowing an elixir to replenish his spiritual energy.

After their injuries had mostly healed, he finally spoke up. "The current stalemate demands swift decisions. We must act decisively to secure victory in this war."

Hmph!

Everyone nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, understanding the gravity of this battle.

This was a Demonic Abyss Cataclysm that occurred only once in 3 1000 years. If they remained confined to the Vermilion Bird Spirit Island, the situation would likely deteriorate further, ultimately leading to the collapse of the Violet Realm.

If they had been powerless to intervene, that would be 1 matter. But now that they possessed some measure of strength, it was only natural they would strive to contribute to this battle.

At this thought, Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) spoke plainly, "Since you've arrived, Brother Guixu, this battle naturally requires you to shoulder the main burden."

"Rest assured and make the arrangements. We are all willing to follow your lead."

Excellent!

Eldrin nodded and said, "The key to this battle lies in the inner archipelago. However, the fighting there is exceptionally fierce. With the strength of just a few of us, we are utterly powerless to intervene."

"Therefore, our immediate priorities boil down to 2 key points."

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain range, howling like countless vengeful spirits. Snowflakes swirled in the air, blanketing the jagged peaks in a layer of pristine white. At the summit of the highest mountain, a lone figure sat cross-legged upon a protruding cliff, motionless as if carved from stone. Lin Feng's robes fluttered in the wind, yet not a single snowflake dared land upon him. An invisible barrier surrounded his form, causing the falling snow to evaporate into faint mist upon approach. His eyes were closed in deep meditation, his breathing so faint it seemed nonexistent. 9 years. He had been trapped at the ninth level of Qi Refining for exactly 9 years. "Still no breakthrough," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the wind. His fingers unconsciously traced the simple jade pendant hanging from his neck—the only keepsake from his long-deceased parents. Suddenly, the pendant grew warm against his skin. Lin Feng's eyes snapped open, revealing pupils that shimmered with faint golden light. The snow around him began to melt in an expanding circle, steam rising from the ground as the temperature sharply increased. A thunderous roar echoed from the valley below, followed by a brilliant pillar of crimson light that shot into the heavens. The light illuminated the entire mountain range, casting bloody shadows across the snow-covered slopes. "The Heavenly Profound Realm has opened," Lin Feng whispered, his expression turning grim. "The sects will be swarming like vultures now." He rose to his feet, his joints cracking after prolonged stillness. With a wave of his hand, a shimmering longsword materialized before him—the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). The blade pulsed with crimson energy, its surface covered in intricate patterns that seemed to shift and writhe like living flames. Just as he was about to descend, a cold voice rang out from behind. "Well, well. If it isn't the famous Lin Feng, still stuck at Qi Refining after all these years." A man in azure robes floated in the air, supported by a massive fan that glowed with spiritual energy. His eyes held undisguised mockery as he looked Lin Feng up and down. "Zhang Tianhao (Person Name)," Lin Feng said calmly, not turning to face him. "I see the Profound Sky Sect still teaches its disciples to sneak up on people like cowards." Zhang Tianhao's smile vanished. "You dare insult our sect? A mere Qi Refining cultivator like you should be kneeling before me!" With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Tianhao sent 3 glowing needles shooting toward Lin Feng's back. The needles hummed through the air, leaving trails of green energy in their wake. Lin Feng didn't even turn. The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) moved on its own, creating a wall of crimson flames that vaporized the needles before they could get close. "What?" Zhang Tianhao's eyes widened in shock. "Impossible! That's a high-grade spirit tool!" "You talk too much," Lin Feng said coldly. The sword shot forward, too fast for the eye to follow. Zhang Tianhao barely had time to raise his defensive fan before the blade pierced through it and continued straight through his chest. "You... you've been hiding your cultivation..." Zhang Tianhao choked out, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Lin Feng finally turned to face him, his expression unchanged. "The Heavenly Profound Realm isn't a place for the likes of you." With a snap of his fingers, the sword returned to his side, clean of any blood. Zhang Tianhao's body plummeted toward the valley below, his fan shattering into countless fragments that glittered like stars as they fell. Lin Feng glanced at the crimson pillar of light still towering in the distance. Countless figures were now converging toward it—cultivators from various sects, all hoping to claim the treasures within the newly opened realm. He touched the warm jade pendant again. For years, it had been silent. But now, it pulsed with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat, as if awakening from a long slumber. "Time to end this," he whispered to himself. A faint golden light began to emanate from his body, growing brighter until it outshone even the crimson pillar in the distance. The snow within a 100-meter radius instantly vaporized, and the very air seemed to tremble with power. After 9 long years, the bottleneck at the ninth level of Qi Refining finally shattered. Foundation Establishment had arrived.