Chapter 859 Spirit Tribulation of Primordial Spirit

"1 Nether Phoenix at the ninth level of the Primordial Spirit, in exchange for a true Seed of Ascension."

"This account still balances out favorably."

Having completed all this, the Outer Realm Demon God spoke in an utterly indifferent tone before closing his eyes.

This strike had blood-sacrificed a Ninth-Level Nascent Soul Realm Outer Heaven Demon, its power sufficient to level the very peak of the vast Gu Yuan Mountain Range with a single blow.

Such overwhelming power represented the absolute limit of what the Outer Realm Demon God could unleash across dimensions—a force it deemed impossible to withstand.

If even this fails to slay Eldrin, it would require him to personally cross realms and take action.

To strike across realms, 1 must first use a supreme treasure to temporarily suppress the will of the Violet Realm before tearing through the void to act with great difficulty.

Just as when Emperor Jiang attained the Dao, he did not hesitate to expend an invaluable immortal-grade treasure to temporarily suppress the will of the Purple Realm World for 10 breaths.

And the power he wielded personally was truly earth-shattering and soul-stirring. Though he had failed to kill Emperor Jiang in the past, he needed only 3 moves to slay the nearly-ascended Emperor Donghuang.

"This little Eldrin whelp is doomed to die!"

The foreign demon god thought this, then his expression abruptly shifted.

Then, the Netherworld Blood Curse swept across the void, yet instead of striking the Gu Yuan Mountain Range, it hurtled toward the Netherworld Sea—a distance of 10 1000 li away.

"Self-Sacrificial Tribulation Evasion Art!"

Meanwhile, in the Eastern Wastelands (Location), within the Nether Sea—foremost among the forbidden grounds of demonic cultivators—2 figures stood facing each other.

On the left stood a figure clad in black robes, their form ethereal and elusive, more akin to a wisp of divine consciousness.

To the right stood a man robed in white, his demeanor refined and strikingly handsome. Upon closer inspection, 1 could perceive an aura of righteous majesty radiating from his very being, filling the space between his brows.

These 2 were none other than the Netherworld Elder and the renowned Haoran Daojun.

The Netherworld Ancestor poured a cup of tea for the Noble Dao Lord and spoke with utmost composure, "Since I pioneered the Self-Sacrificial Tribulation Substitution Art, 2 individuals have successively mastered this technique."

Chapter 1 The first was Patriarch Donghuang. After obtaining this art from me, he mastered it in merely 3 years, yet soon after met his demise amidst the heavenly tribulation.

"You are the second person, yet now you too must meet such a fate, with no chance of survival left."

Hao Ran the Dao Lord was utterly composed, without a trace of fear in his expression. He spoke with profound serenity, "This time, by borrowing the hand of the Devil God..."

Channeling the power of water sources that run through the abyssal depths of the Nethersea,

Chapter 1,832 The youth in azure robes stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the crowd. "I have already refined the 9 Revolutions Soul-Condensing Pill (Elixir). As for the remaining medicinal herbs, I shall distribute them among you all." The crowd was first stunned, then erupted into thunderous cheers. "Many thanks, Senior!" "Senior's generosity is as vast as the heavens!" "With these spirit herbs, my cultivation is certain to advance by leaps and bounds!" The azure-robed youth smiled faintly, a trace of profound meaning flashing in his eyes. "Cultivation in this world has never been a path of solitude. Helping others is helping oneself—this is the true meaning of the Great Dao." As these words fell, the entire venue fell silent. All the cultivators present wore expressions of deep contemplation, as if they had grasped some profound insight. Only the white-haired elder standing beside the azure-robed youth revealed a knowing smile. He stroked his long beard and said meaningfully, "It seems this disciple has also lent this old master a helping hand."

I only hope that after I die,

The teacher can hand over the Hao Ran Heavenly Sword in my possession to the Gui Xu.

"Alas!"

The Netherworld Patriarch revealed a bitter smile, a few traces of tears glistening in his eyes. "Though our bond as master and disciple has ended, hearing you call me 'teacher' once more..."

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of snow and frost. Lin Feng tightened his worn robe, his gaze fixed on the distant mountain range veiled in mist. "1 100 years have passed in the blink of an eye," he murmured softly, his fingers unconsciously tracing the simple ring on his hand. This ring was his only inheritance, left by a master he had never met. For all these years, it had been nothing more than an ordinary trinket—until 3 days ago. That night, when the full moon hung high, a faint glow suddenly emanated from the ring, and a stream of information flooded into his mind. It was a cultivation technique—the "9 Revolutions Profound Art." Lin Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart. He knew this was his chance, perhaps the only 1 in his lifetime. He found a secluded spot in the back mountains and sat down cross-legged, following the method described in the technique, beginning to sense the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Time passed slowly, and just as he was about to give up, a faint warmth suddenly arose in his dantian. This warmth was extremely weak, like a candle flame in the wind, yet it stubbornly persisted, growing stronger bit by bit. Lin Feng opened his eyes, a flash of surprise in them. He could clearly feel that the spiritual energy around him was converging toward him, slowly seeping into his body through his pores. This was the sign of stepping into Qi Refining—he had finally embarked on the path of cultivation! He stood up, feeling the long-lost vitality in his body. Although his cultivation was still shallow, it was enough. "If I can reach the second level of Qi Refining in this lifetime, I will be content."

Fortunately, you have already broken through to the Nascent Soul realm, allowing you to withstand this strike.

"Perhaps there is still a possibility of reincarnation."

You may go now.

If I, your master, can ever attain the 9 Heavens Immortal Demon in the future,

“I will seek out your reincarnated soul at the very end of the Netherworld.”

As the words of the Netherworld Ancestor faded, his figure gradually dissipated.

At the same time, Haoran Daojun (Cultivator) stepped out of the great hall.

Then, a majestic crimson light streaked across the firmament, shrouding a million miles of vast sky in its breathtaking grandeur.

Haoran Daojun did not put up a desperate struggle.

Nor was there fear or regret.

He merely stood there in silence,

With a trace of Haoran True Qi in his gaze, he watched it all unfold.

He then suddenly let out a long laugh and said.

I, Jiang Haoran, have been cultivating for over 5,300 years now,

"To perish under such a strike from the 9 Heavens' Immortals and Demons is truly a life worth living!"

Boom—

Above the firmament,

The golden sun had finally set completely.

Eldrin's heavenly soul returned to its rightful place, instantly forming a massive vortex of spiritual energy in the void. His magical power began advancing by leaps and bounds,

The Primordial Spirit had already coalesced into form.

But at this moment, he had no mind for joy, his gaze fixed distantly toward the direction of the Nethersea.

Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes.

Vast Heaven Elder.

Outer Realm Demonic God!

His heart wrenched with violent anguish, instantly deducing the entire chain of events.

An overwhelming killing intent began to brew within his heart.

An instant later, Eldrin suppressed the thoughts swirling in his mind.

He began to rapidly condense his primordial spirit.

The great battle outside rages on as we speak. Any further delay may lead to casualties.

He had not even a moment to grieve.

With a single inhalation, he refined vast quantities of primordial Heavenly Crystals (Spiritual Object), transforming them into streams of primordial qi that flowed directly into his primordial spirit.

The Pure Yang Primordial Spirit blazed with radiant brilliance, rapidly swelling with immense power before beginning to nourish his physical body and supernatural abilities in turn.

Within his primordial spirit, the 4 innate divine abilities were evolving into Dao patterns, nourished by the spirit’s essence in return.

A rare state of profound enlightenment surged into his heart.

Soon, he perfected his divine abilities completely.

The Great Deduction of Yin-Yang and Celestial Bodies Dao was soon to advance to the Nascent Soul realm, while the 5-Colored Divine Light Art rapidly approached the level of the 4 Symbols Divine Light.

His deepest insight into the 5 Elements Divine Thunder allowed him to ascend to the heavens in a single step, enabling him to perfect the legendary 'Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder'.

Only after the soul feedback had completely concluded did Eldrin finally open his eyes.

But his primordial spirit shimmered with 5-colored auroral light,

Yet it also possessed a divine nature of primordial unity, appearing as profound and unfathomable as an immortal fetus.

"It's time to leave."

As his primordial spirit fully took form, Eldrin knew he had successfully broken through.

He stepped out of the seclusion chamber and gazed up at the firmament, where overwhelming tribulation clouds had already gathered.

He made it.

As he emerged from the seclusion chamber, everyone’s faces lit up with ecstasy.

After successfully breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, the next step was to withstand the Heavenly Tribulation of thunder. This thunder tribulation embodied the majestic power of the Great Dao's laws. Should anyone dare interfere with his trial, they would inevitably be obliterated by the divine lightning.

Those various demons and monsters dared not touch the heavenly tribulation, and thus all withdrew 1 after another.

Eldrin's gaze swept over the group, and he breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that although they were badly injured, none were in danger of falling.

"Boom—"

After a moment's brewing, dazzling arcs of lightning split the heavens, and the first cataclysmic thunder tribulation descended with overwhelming majesty, striking toward Eldrin with boundless divine might.

The force of this strike was extraordinary, nearly approaching the power of the Nascent Soul realm, yet he showed not a trace of fear.

With a mere flick of his sleeve, he suppressed that streak of lightning and refined it into a dazzling thunder pearl, shimmering with brilliant arcs of energy.

The second and third heavenly tribulations followed suit, their power sufficient to threaten the soul merely condensing into 3 thunder pearls, leaving him completely unscathed.

Chapters 456-459: The might of these 3 heavenly tribulations surpassed all before, now possessing power sufficient to slay those at the Primordial Spirit, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm). Yet Eldrin (Person Name) summoned the Chaos Grasping Hand, effortlessly seizing the thunderbolts before refining them into 3 crackling orbs of lightning.

"Under no circumstances can we allow him to survive the Heavenly Tribulation of Lightning."

Watching him transcend the heavenly tribulation with such ease, countless Eldrin immediately shifted expressions.

The Nāga Tower Heavenly Demon produced a blood-soaked banner and immediately activated it with a single shake. Blood Phoenix Demon Ancestor and Daoist Xuan Yang—who had pledged allegiance to the demon god—along with their followers, instantly had their eyes glaze over with confusion. Defying all reason, they recklessly charged into the heart of the heavenly tribulation.

If a cultivator of the Violet Realm is lured by the Outer Realm Demonic Gods, their soul becomes difficult to control. At the critical moment, they are seized by the soul and immediately sent to die as cannon fodder.

"You dare?!"

As the Blood Phoenix Demon Ancestor, Dawn Dao Lord, and the Sunlight Dao Lord attempted to interfere with the heavenly tribulation, Lyra and the others immediately moved to block their path.

However, the Eldrin Demons and others naturally would not let them have their way, immediately joining the fray and battling 1 another.

"Let them come and deliver themselves to their doom."

At that very moment, the white-robed figure high in the heavens finally spoke.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of snow and decay. Lin Feng tightened his worn robe, his fingers tracing the faint spiritual energy pulsating from the jade slip hidden against his chest. 3 years—3 years since he had crossed into this world of cultivators and demons, yet his cultivation remained stagnant at the third layer of Qi Refining. "Another failed attempt," he muttered, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips. The Qi Deviation Pill had nearly shattered his meridians, but the System interface floating before his eyes remained unchanged: [Host: Lin Feng] [Cultivation: Qi Refining Layer 3] [Technique: Basic Qi Art (Beginner)] [Spirit Stones: 0] A commotion erupted at the foot of the mountain. "The Outer Sect Competition begins at dawn! All disciples must participate!" Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. The competition—a deadly trial where the strong thrived and the weak perished. But it was also an opportunity. The top 100 would receive 10,000 spirit stones and a chance to enter the Secret Realm of the Fallen Star. He glanced at his only possession—the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure), its blade dull and chipped. "This time," he whispered, "I will break through or die trying." Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind—cold and mechanical: [Ding! Host's determination detected. Activating 'Path of the Asura' system...] A faint smile touched Lin Feng's lips. The game had just begun.