Chapter 860. Finally Entering Yuanshen(STATUS)

"Screech!"

The Blood Phoenix Ancestor burst through the obstruction, his pupils blazing with utter madness.

But then, it let out a piercing cry as blood-red flames surged around its body, charging straight toward Eldrin (Person Name).

Elder Yang and Elder Ri were also driven to madness, throwing themselves forward with reckless abandon.

Just then, from the highest heavens, the ninth firmament's thunder descended—it was actually the seventh heavenly tribulation.

The seventh heavenly tribulation, provoked by the intruders, instantly erupted with savage intensity. Not only did its destructive power multiply exponentially, but it also began striking all present indiscriminately.

At this moment, Eldrin faced both the 9 Heavens Thunder Tribulation and the sudden assault of several adversaries, yet not even a furrow appeared between his brows.

He expanded his Primordial Chaos True Aegis, then summoned the Heaven-Sundering Twin Swords. In a flash of synchronized brilliance, their blades merged with a metallic shriek—cleaving the Blood Phoenix Demonic Ancestor asunder amidst the void.

"Ah, perish before this venerable 1!"

Lord Xuan Yang was nearly driven to madness. Disregarding the onslaught of heavenly thunder tribulations, he desperately summoned the Supreme Treasure of Pure Yang (Magic Treasure)—the Xuan Yang Divine Pearl—and hurled it toward Eldrin (Person Name).

Yet Eldrin did not so much as glance at him. With a flick of his sleeve, he summoned a Primordial Chaos Giant Hand that descended with crushing force, obliterating the Mystic Yang Dao Lord along with his Pure Yang Spiritual Treasure in a single strike.

"Clang—"

Just then, Daoist Lord Rising Sun finally seized the opportunity. He channeled his energy into his life-bound spiritual treasure—the Rising Sun Flowing Fire Sword—which tore through the sky and struck the Primordial Chaos True Aura with devastating force.

Yet Eldrin's Primordial Chaos spiritual power was unparalleled in this world. After his breakthrough into the Nascent Soul realm, the sheer profundity of his power was truly staggering.

Though his cultivation was merely at the first level of the Nascent Soul realm, the quality of his spiritual power, along with its profound purity and density, surpassed even the peak of the sixth level of the Nascent Soul realm by a fair margin.

Such formidable magical power, when channeled to drive a life-bound supernatural ability comparable to a Mahayana divine ability, unleashed a force that could rival even the mightiest of those at the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm).

Although the Flowing Fire Sword of the Rising Sun was a mid-grade spirit treasure, it was far from sufficient to breach the Primordial Chaos True Aura. Not only did the sword slash fail to harm Eldrin, but the weapon itself was sent flying backward.

Seeing this, Elder Eldrin of the Dawn Sun sought to summon his Dawn Sun Divine Crucible once more to strike.

But it was already too late. With a flick of his sleeve, Eldrin sent forth a blinding arc of primordial lightning.

This Great 5 Elements Pure Yang Divine Thunder was hailed as the foremost killing technique in the Violet Realm, its power unparalleled beneath the heavens. In ages past, Emperor Jiang had repeatedly relied upon this divine art to slay formidable foes across realms.

Now, as Eldrin cultivated this divine ability, bolstered by the primordial chaos mana that united the 5 supreme forces, its power even surpassed that which Emperor Jiang could unleash.

But when this divine power came crashing down, it sent the Suncrest Divine Crucible flying away on the spot.

Before the Daoist Xuri could even react, he was beaten until his flesh split open, his physical body half-shattered.

At the critical moment between life and death, his primordial spirit hastily fled its vessel. Yet now, trapped within this sea of heavenly tribulation lightning, where could he possibly find a path to survival?

In just a few breaths' time, his primordial spirit was struck into a wisp of heavenly tribulation ashes by the divine retribution.

Boom—

Meanwhile, the eighth heavenly tribulation bolt crashed down from the firmament.

The Primordial Chaos True Aegis, impervious to all tribulations, shimmered with a divine luminescence that repelled all laws, steadfastly blocking the eighth heavenly tribulation strike without so much as a single scratch upon its surface.

But lo, in the 9 Heavens Above (Time & Distance), the snow-robed figure bathed in the ocean of thunder. The killing intent within his pupils had nearly solidified into substance, sweeping across the myriad demons and monsters.

"Who else seeks death? Come forth, all of you!"

"Insolence!"

The various Eldritch Abominations were both startled and enraged, yet found themselves somewhat helpless.

The Daoist of the Returning Abyss withstood the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation head-on, yet still managed to suppress and slay 3 Nascent Soul demons with his spare hand—all while emerging completely unscathed.

Such power could truly be described as earth-shattering and divinity-startling. Even the myriad Primordial Spirit demons present were struck with awe and terror, compelled to acknowledge a sliver of admiration.

"How could this person be so powerful? Is there truly no 1 capable of restraining him?"

A soul demon couldn't resist speaking up, his face revealing a trace of trembling fear.

Not only him, but even the Garuda Heavenly Demon and the Blood Demon Ancestor frowned at this moment, their expressions turning grave.

The Blood Demon Ancestor’s expression turned exceedingly grave as he spoke, “This Daoist of the Returning Abyss likely surpasses even Emperor Jiang, possessing the bearing of a legendary Great Luo Immortal Lord.”

"If we don't kill him today, once he survives the heavenly tribulation, neither you nor I will be able to stop him. He will inevitably become our mortal calamity."

Naga Lou Tianmo nodded and said, "In that case, I invite Brother Blood Demon to take action and suppress him within this heavenly tribulation."

"Brother Garuda, should this 1 attain the Dao, the first he would set his sights upon would likely be your kind—the Heavenly Demons."

The Blood Demon Ancestor, however, sneered coldly, showing not the slightest intention of making a move.

For beings at the Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) like them, venturing into the heavenly tribulation might inadvertently attract the Ascension Calamity.

Given their level of cultivation, the likelihood of surviving the Immortal Ascension Heavenly Tribulation was virtually nonexistent. Before they could even make a move, they would likely be struck down into tribulation ashes—merely throwing their lives away for nothing.

Clearly, whether it was the Garuda Heavenly Demon or the Blood Demon Patriarch, both cherished their lives dearly and had no intention of pointlessly sacrificing themselves in the heavenly tribulation.

Even as the few of them were speaking, the heavenly tribulation in the firmament above was already nearing its end.

The ninth heavenly tribulation possessed extraordinary might, nearly approaching the power of a Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm). Yet, it failed to harm him, shattered completely by the Great 5 Elements Primordial Chaos Divine Thunder.

Eldrin was converting the Primordial Purple Qi, and his heavenly tribulation contained 1 more bolt than ordinary cultivators. He was now facing the tenth—the Soul Tribulation.

All eyes were fixed on the heavens, watching as the thunder brewing in the firmament had gathered for so long—not only failing to dissipate but now coalescing into the tenth heavenly tribulation.

"And there is a tenth heavenly tribulation?"

The Blood Demon Ancestor was astonished. After drawing a sharp breath, he remarked, "The might of this heavenly tribulation rivals that of a Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) expert."

"If we can strike him dead or inflict a severe injury, there might still be a chance to slay him."

"Damn, this tenth heavenly tribulation."

Saint Lord Dorian's expression shifted slightly before he spoke: "Prepare to strike. If the Abyss-Severing Li Fire Sword suffers heavy damage, tear through the void and evacuate him immediately."

"We understand."

Lyra nodded with a grave expression. Though Eldrin's foundation gave him overwhelming odds of surviving the Soul-Sublimating Heavenly Tribulation, there remained a genuine possibility of being severely wounded by the lightning calamity.

When that moment truly arrives, I would have no choice but to abandon the Thunder Tribulation Immortal Elixir and retreat temporarily to heal and recover.

Just as their thoughts were in turmoil, the tenth heavenly tribulation brewing in the firmament finally descended with a thunderous roar after a prolonged gathering.

Boom—

In an instant, heaven and earth trembled as a searing thunderbolt descended with overwhelming force.

All the onlookers could see was the snow-robed figure high above the endless void, bathed in the overwhelming radiance of heavenly tribulation lightning.

Then the Primordial Chaos True Aura dimmed, flickering out in an instant, and only then did the thunderous roar reverberate through the void in a mighty surge.

"Ha ha ha!"

Seeing the Primordial Chaos True Aura shattered, Garuda Heavenly Demon and the others burst into maniacal laughter, charging madly toward Eldrin.

The Primordial Chaos True Aegis was shattered. Under the relentless bombardment of endless thunderbolts, Eldrin likely suffered unprecedented severe injuries.

This sent Lyra and the others' faces drastically changing as they frantically tried to rush forward to provide support.

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 protruding cliff, motionless as if carved from stone. Lin Feng's azure robes fluttered in the gust, 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 contact. His eyes were closed, his breathing barely perceptible, as if he had become 1 with the mountain itself. "1 100 years," he murmured, his voice barely louder than the whispering wind. "1 100 years of seclusion, and still the Nascent Soul remains elusive." Deep within his dantian, spiritual energy swirled like a turbulent vortex, yet the critical breakthrough remained just beyond reach. Each attempt to condense his spiritual power into a Nascent Soul felt like trying to grasp smoke with bare hands. Suddenly, the spiritual energy in the surrounding 100-mile radius began to stir. The snowflakes paused mid-air, suspended by some invisible force. Lin Feng's eyes snapped open, twin beams of violet light shooting from his pupils. "So it begins," he whispered. Dark clouds gathered overhead at an unnatural pace, churning like an angry sea. Bolts of lightning snaked through the gloom, illuminating the mountain peaks in stark flashes. The very air grew heavy with impending doom. Heavenly Tribulation. Every cultivator seeking to form their Nascent Soul had to face this trial. Success would grant them millennia of lifespan and power beyond mortal comprehension. Failure would reduce them to ashes, their cultivation base scattered to the winds. Lin Feng rose slowly, his movements fluid and precise. With a wave of his hand, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss materialized before him, its blade humming with restrained power. Dozens of defensive talismans flew from his spatial pouch, forming glowing concentric circles around his form. The first bolt descended—a pillar of pure lightning that seemed capable of splitting the mountain in 2. "Break!" Lin Feng shouted, pointing 2 fingers toward the sky. The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss shot upward, meeting the lightning head-on. A deafening explosion echoed through the valleys as sword energy clashed with heavenly punishment. When the light faded, the sword still hovered in the air, though its glow had dimmed considerably. Before Lin Feng could catch his breath, the second bolt struck. Then the third. Each tribulation lightning grew more powerful than the last, shattering his defensive talismans 1 after another. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his spiritual energy depleting at an alarming rate. By the eighth bolt, his robes were in tatters, his hair disheveled. The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss had fallen to the ground, its spiritual light nearly extinguished. Only 3 defensive talismans remained, their glow flickering weakly. The ninth and final bolt gathered in the clouds, its aura far more terrifying than the previous 8 combined. This was the Soul-Severing Lightning, capable of obliterating both body and soul. Lin Feng's eyes burned with defiance. "I have cultivated for over 3 1000 years. I will not fall here!" He produced a small, unadorned jade bottle from his bosom—his final trump card. Within sloshed a single drop of Heavenly Dao Elixir, a treasure he had obtained at the cost of nearly half his lifespan. Without hesitation, he consumed the elixir. A tremendous surge of spiritual energy erupted within him, so powerful it threatened to tear his meridians apart. Violet light enveloped his form as he shot toward the final tribulation lightning, fists raised to meet divine punishment with sheer physical strength. The collision blinded the entire mountain range momentarily. When vision returned, the dark clouds had begun to disperse, allowing slivers of sunlight to pierce through. Lin Feng stood at the edge of the cliff, his body covered in wounds but radiating an aura that made the very space around him tremble. Within his dantian, a miniature version of himself now sat cross-legged—a Nascent Soul glowing with pure spiritual light. He had succeeded. A faint smile touched his lips as he gazed toward the distant horizon where even taller peaks pierced the clouds. The path of cultivation knew no end, and his journey had only just begun. Little did he know that deep within those distant mountains, an ancient being had stirred from its slumber, its attention now drawn to the newly formed Nascent Soul cultivator. The game of immortals and demons was about to begin anew.