Chapter 840 Defeating the Great Demon

After vanquishing a formidable foe with a single strike, Eldrin instantly felt the immense pressure lift.

The 4 Outer Demons each harbored their own sinister schemes, none daring to unleash their full power against the enemy. For a time, they were actually forced into steady retreat by Eldrin’s relentless assault.

This was truly because Eldrin's Primordial Sunfire was far too formidable. That pure yang flame had always been the bane of demonic cultivators, possessing immense lethality against them.

At this moment, the 5 secret forces merged into 1, transforming into the Primordial Pure Yang Flame, its power growing even more formidable.

After exchanging over a 100 more moves, Eldrin seized another opportunity. Once again, he summoned the Primordial Chaos Grasping Technique, subduing his opponent in a single decisive maneuver.

But as the overwhelming Primordial Pure Yang Fire descended with the colossal hand, the demonic cultivator’s primordial spirit, even after exhausting every means at its disposal, could scarcely resist.

"Ah—"

With a final agonized shriek, He was instantly incinerated into calamity ashes, utterly annihilated in both form and spirit.

"Hiss!"

Witnessing this scene, everyone present couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

Eldrin's methods were truly astonishing, and the power of his Primordial Chaos Grasping Hand was far too formidable.

Within the Violet Realm, Pure Yang divine abilities were broadly categorized into 2 tiers: common Pure Yang divine abilities and superior Pure Yang divine abilities.

Ordinary Pure Yang divine abilities are quite rare, such as the Liangyi Divine Aura. Such abilities often serve as trump cards for most cultivators practicing Yuanshen.

However, superior pure yang divine abilities were typically preserved only within certain immortal lineages, and could generally only be mastered by Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) and a select few at Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm).

These supreme pure yang divine abilities possess boundless potential, being in essence the legendary celestial-grade divine arts. Those who cultivate such abilities can refine them to the celestial-grade level in the future when tempering immortal spiritual energy.

Among the superior Pure Yang divine abilities, there were indeed distinctions in power. In the Violet Realm, only 2 stood at the pinnacle: the Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder and the Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Light.

This divine art required the 5 Spiritual Roots to cultivate. Strictly speaking, only a supreme primordial spirit with the foundation of a Great Luo Primordial Spirit could possibly comprehend its mysteries.

With such a profound foundation and exceedingly stringent conditions, the Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder is naturally hailed as the foremost offensive divine ability in the world.

It is said that if 1 cultivates the Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder to its consummate stage, its power would rival that of immortal-grade divine abilities, sufficient to challenge and overthrow celestial beings.

Now Eldrin had created the 'Chaos Primordial Qi of the Returning Abyss', and its derived techniques—'Primordial Grasping Hand' and 'Primordial True Aura'—had already grown no less formidable than the 'Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder'.

Such a profound and supreme divine ability is worthy of ranking among the foremost of the Pure Yang Divine Abilities. Once mastered, 1 would be capable of dominating the world unchallenged.

More importantly, Eldrin now cultivated 5 secret forces simultaneously, merging them into a more powerful Primordial Chaos Foundation. This allowed him to unleash the full potential of the Primordial Chaos Grasping Hand.

Even the Jiang Emperor, renowned as a Celestial Immortal prodigy, only managed to comprehend 4 types of arcane power throughout his entire lifetime—far inferior to his Primordial Chaos spiritual energy.

It could be said that at the same cultivation realm, even the most supreme divine abilities wielded by Eldrin would unleash power far surpassing that of an ordinary primordial spirit.

Even Emperor Jiang and the immortals who ascended through the ages would feel ashamed in comparison, let alone the Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm), who dared not stand as their equal.

It was evident that the combined power of the 5 Elements Primordial Chaos spiritual energy and the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss—a technique rivaling the divine abilities of the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage—was truly astonishing when fused together.

In the annals of the entire Violet Realm, this was perhaps an event unprecedented and never to be repeated. If 1 were to capture it in a single phrase, 6 words would suffice.

1 trick is all you need to conquer the world.

Eldrin expanded his Primordial Chaos True Aura, rendering all mystical arts and spiritual treasures useless. Only the offensive power of those at the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage could breach its defense.

Without a supreme pure yang spiritual treasure and the pure yang divine power of the Mahayana realm, he would remain undefeated as long as his magical power was not completely exhausted.

And if 1 were to condense the Primordial Chaos Grasping Hand, they could seize stars, capture the moon, and suppress evil demons. An ordinary Primordial Spirit, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm) practitioner, once ensnared, would most likely be annihilated on the spot.

Boom—

Seeing Eldrin slay yet another Nascent Soul demonic cultivator, the 3 remaining Heavenly Demons grew increasingly fearful, no longer daring to confront him.

These newly ascended Primordial Spirit Heavenly Demons had been forcibly elevated to the Primordial Spirit Realm by the Outer Realm Demonic Gods specifically for this battle. Although their combat prowess had reached the Primordial Spirit level, their spiritual treasures and supernatural abilities were far inferior to those of long-established Primordial Spirit Dao Lords.

Confronted by Eldrin's overwhelming display of power, they dared not advance further to certain death, instead turning to flee for their lives.

"Trying to run? It won't be that easy!"

Just as the situation took a dramatic turn, 8 or 9 figures suddenly emerged from the distant void—they were actually the demonic souls of the Violet Realm.

Eldrin cast a brief glance and spotted several familiar figures.

The group consisted of the 5 Venoms Young Master, the Azure Dragon Demon Emperor, the Profound Serpent Emperor of Hidden Waters, along with 2 Golden-Winged Great Peng Demon Emperors (Demon Beast) from the Eastern Sea cultivation realm.

"You didn't lift a finger earlier, yet now that the tide has turned, you suddenly spring into action. It seems these fiends truly aren't of 1 mind with us."

In the blink of an eye, Eldrin's gaze turned slightly cold, but he quickly suppressed it.

It turned out that several demonic beings at the Nascent Soul realm had also arrived in the Eastern Sea Cultivation World this time, intending to lend humanity a helping hand at the critical moment.

However, back at the Black Tortoise Star Palace, they had witnessed the human race's defeat unfold too swiftly and dared not intervene in the battlefield.

Now they had also taken cover early on, intending to let the Outer Demons and the humans exhaust each other’s strength, waiting until both sides were severely weakened before stepping into the fray.

But now, seeing Eldrin (Person Name) crush all foes and the Outer Demons showing signs of collapse, they finally decided to intervene and join in beating the drowning dogs.

Kill!

Seeing that the demon and monster races had blocked the extraterrestrial fiend’s retreat, Eldrin immediately summoned the Primordial Chaos Giant Hand, seizing the opportunity to encircle and eliminate the foe.

Daoist Mingyuan’s eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he summoned an 8 Trigrams Array Plate, sealing the entire void and cutting off the extradimensional demon god’s retreat.

"This is..."

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, unable to suppress their astonished expressions.

Mingyuan Daoist (Person Name), however, let out a sigh of relief before speaking, “This is a replica of the 8 Trigrams Plate (Magic Treasure), merely a mid-grade sixth-tier artifact. Still, it should be able to hold them for a while.”

"However, with this humble Daoist's power, I can only trap them for a brief moment. Everyone, act swiftly and prevent them from breaking the formation!"

With the 8 Trigrams Plate in hand, the group immediately employed every means at their disposal, launching relentless assaults against the horde of heavenly demons.

During this time, Eldrin displayed his formidable might, astonishingly slaying 2 more Nascent Soul demonic cultivators in succession.

The others also joined the fray without hesitation, forcing the Outer Demons into a position where they could not breach the formation. After 3 days and nights of relentless battle, they had already slain a dozen or so Nascent Soul demonic cultivators.

By the time Mingyuan Daoist could no longer sustain his spiritual power and the formation was shattered, only 6 or 7 demonic cultivators remained.

The remaining few Primordial Spirit Heavenly Demons were mostly severely wounded. Dragging their injured forms, they broke through the formation and fled into the depths of the void.

The group pursued and fought for a full dozen or so days, slaying several more Nascent Soul Demons along the way. In the end, only the Demon Saintess and the twin-winged demon managed to escape.

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain range, howling like countless vengeful spirits. Snowflakes danced wildly in the air, blanketing the jagged peaks in a layer of pristine white. At the summit of the highest mountain, a solitary figure sat cross-legged upon a massive bluestone, motionless as if carved from ice. Lin Feng had been meditating here for 3 full years. His black robes were tattered, his long hair matted with frost, yet his eyes shone with an unnerving clarity. Through the swirling snow, he gazed at the distant horizon where the last sliver of twilight was fading. "30-2 1000 spirit stones," he murmured, his breath forming clouds in the frigid air. "All spent to reach the third layer of the Heavenly Cycle Art." A bitter smile touched his lips. The resources he had exhausted would have been enough to establish a small cultivation clan, yet he had barely scratched the surface of the mysterious technique he had stumbled upon in that ancient ruin. Suddenly, the air around him stirred. The snowflakes began to swirl in an unnatural pattern, forming intricate spirals around his seated form. Lin Feng's eyes narrowed as he felt the energy within his dantian surge violently. "So it begins," he whispered. The heavens darkened abruptly, as if a giant hand had extinguished the sun. Thunder rumbled in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment. The very mountain beneath him seemed to tremble in anticipation. From within his robes, Lin Feng produced a small jade vial. He uncorked it carefully, revealing 3 glowing pills—the last of his 9 Revolutions Spirit Pills. Without hesitation, he swallowed 1, feeling its warmth spread through his meridians immediately. "The first heavenly tribulation," he said to the gathering storm. "Let us see what you have in store for me." As if in response, a bolt of purple lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the snow-covered peaks with an eerie glow. The temperature plummeted further, causing the very air to crackle with energy. Lin Feng rose to his feet, his tattered robes whipping about him in the suddenly furious wind. He raised a hand, and the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss materialized in his grasp, its blade glowing with crimson energy. "Come then!" he shouted at the heavens. "This humble cultivator has awaited this day for 1 100 20-3 years!" Another bolt of lightning struck, this time aimed directly at him. Lin Feng met it with his sword, the impact sending shockwaves through the mountain range. The snow on nearby peaks avalanched downward, but he stood firm, his feet rooted to the bluestone. For thousands of years, cultivators had faced such trials. Countless had fallen, their dreams of immortality shattered by the heavens' wrath. But Lin Feng had prepared for over a century for this moment. He would not be among those who failed. The storm intensified, the purple lightning now striking from all directions. Lin Feng's sword moved in a blur, deflecting bolt after bolt. Each impact sent numbing vibrations through his arms, but he gritted his teeth and persisted. He had survived countless dangers, explored numerous ancient ruins, and battled over a 100 rival cultivators to reach this point. He would not be defeated now. As the ninth and final bolt of lightning descended, Lin Feng did something unexpected. He sheathed his sword and spread his arms wide, allowing the terrifying energy to strike him directly. The world turned white. The mountain peak exploded outward, sending rocks and snow flying in all directions. When the light finally faded, all that remained was a smoldering crater where the bluestone had been. For a long moment, there was only silence. Then, from within the crater, a hand emerged, followed by a figure clad in tattered robes. Lin Feng climbed out, his body covered in burns but his eyes shining brighter than ever. He looked up at the clearing sky and laughed—a clear, triumphant sound that echoed through the mountains. "The first tribulation is passed," he declared. "The path to immortality lies open before me." In the distance, a dozen or so figures who had been observing the spectacle from afar exchanged glances before hastily retreating. News would spread quickly—a new power had emerged in the cultivation world. But Lin Feng paid them no mind. He had taken his first step on a journey that had consumed nearly a 1000 years of his life. And he knew, with absolute certainty, that this was only the beginning.