Chapter 875 Qinglian Spell-Transforming Pill

But in the blink of an eye, he took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the Donghuang Mountain Range and the depths of the Far North Ice Plains before suppressing that killing intent.

"Let it be."

The Black Dragon Demonic Ancestor murmured softly, then said no more.

He knew full well that the waters of the Violet Realm ran deep. With his current level of cultivation, acting rashly might temporarily quell the hatred in his heart, but he feared it would also invite calamity upon himself.

Moreover, the Purple Realm's internal strife would undoubtedly be welcomed by the Outer Demons, which contradicted his original intention of having humanity and the Outer Demons exhaust each other before seizing the opportunity to attain immortality.

Nevertheless, the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor secretly harbored resentment: "Once I break through to the Demi-Immortal Realm and subdue that Ghost Dragon, I may finally find the key to attaining true immortality."

"By then, that Eldrin lad must not be allowed to remain."

After obtaining the Divine Wood Water, Eldrin departed from the Sea of Undead and journeyed toward the Eastern Wastelands. Before long, he arrived at his clan's domain.

Seeing him return, Lyra (Person Name) couldn’t help but ask, “How did it go?”

"Everything went rather smoothly."

Eldrin spoke calmly before briefing the situation to the group.

After hearing this, Qing Ji’s expression darkened slightly as she said, “If that’s the case, haven’t we thoroughly offended that Black Dragon Demon Ancestor?”

"We were opponents from the start. How could there be any talk of 'offending thoroughly'?" Lyra shook her head, speaking with remarkable calm. "Rest assured, we are no longer what we used to be. The Black Dragon Demon Ancestor won't act recklessly."

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement.

Now that everyone had broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, they were far beyond what they could have been compared to in the past.

Although the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor possessed formidable power, he lacked a spiritual treasure capable of sealing the void. Thus, at most, he could only slay the low-level cultivators and mortals of the Chen Family, finding it difficult to inflict fatal injuries upon the several Nascent Soul Dao Lords.

While this would certainly be satisfying, it would also make him a complete enemy of all humankind in the Violet Realm. Leaving roots unremoved only invites endless future troubles. Once Eldrin and the others cultivated to greater heights in the future, this blood debt would likely become his fatal calamity.

The Black Dragon Demon Ancestor was not so foolish as to act without gain; such a course would contradict his interests.

At this thought, Eldrin smiled and said, "With the Divine Wood Water obtained, I can begin refining my elixir formula."

"Now that time is of the essence, I shall begin refining the treasure pill to lend our senior from the Ends of the Earth Pavilion a helping hand."

"Very well." Lyra gave a nod and said, "You should immediately enter seclusion to refine the pills. We shall stand guard for you."

After obtaining the Soul Elixir, Eldrin began refining the precious pill.

For this elixir refined by Eldrin, the primary ingredients used were the incomparably precious Divine Yi-Water, along with the exceedingly rare sixth-stage lotus root.

As this was his first time refining a high-level pill formula of his own creation, he was not entirely confident in its success. Thus, he focused all his attention on the process, proceeding with extreme caution.

After toiling diligently for a full 13 years, he finally succeeded in refining this cauldron of precious elixirs.

"It is done."

Gazing at the 3 precious pills flying out of the Sunrise Divine Furnace, a smile blossomed across Eldrin's face.

This crucible of precious pills was refined from the essence of the Creation Azure Lotus Root and the Divine Wood of the First Spring. It could dissolve the demonic curses within a cultivator's body while protecting their divine soul and physical form. Even among inferior sixth-grade precious pills, it stood as a supreme masterpiece.

After successfully refining the precious pill, Eldrin was filled with immense joy. Without lingering any longer in the Blazing Prison Sea of Flames, he immediately set off for the Eastern Sea Cultivation Realm.

With his current cultivation level and the Yin-Yang Void Mirror allowing him to traverse through void, his speed was naturally incomparably swift.

Through the endless void he journeyed, and soon arrived at the sacred grounds of Tianya Haige.

At this moment, the master of Tianya Haige was in seclusion to heal his wounds. Upon hearing of his personal request for an audience, the master specifically invited him into his own cave abode.

"With such a radiant glow on your face as you seek me out today, could it be that some joyous occasion has befallen you?"

Within the cave abode, the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion looked exceedingly pale, yet upon seeing Eldrin, he still managed a faint smile and inquired.

Eldrin studied the Lord of the Sky-Reaching Pavilion intently, noticing the network of purplish-red veins covering his face. It was clear the Violet Blood Soul-Severing Curse had penetrated deep into his marrow, and was now faintly encroaching upon the very fabric of the Lord's spiritual soul.

This caused Eldrin's heart to tremble faintly, revealing a trace of profound sorrow in his expression.

As Eldrin once said, the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion could only withstand the Purple Blood Soul-Severing Curse for 3 100 years before meeting their end.

However, this did not mean that once it entered a cultivator’s body, it would remain dormant until exactly 3 100 years later to claim a life. Rather, it meant that the master of the Heavenly Horizon Pavilion could only hold on for 3 100 years.

This Violet Blood Soul-Severing Curse was vicious beyond compare. From the very moment it struck the master of the Sky-Reaching Pavilion, it began tormenting him relentlessly, seeking to utterly claim his life.

Fortunately, the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion possessed profound cultivation. Relying on her peak ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivation base, she could barely resist the Purple Blood Soul-Severing Curse—yet this was merely a slow, inevitable demise.

When 3 100 years had passed and the Violet Blood Immortal-Severing Curse had completely enveloped the primordial spirit, it would become utterly incurable—beyond the help of any medicine or immortal’s intervention. Only a supreme treasure like the Yin-Yang Immortal Water could restore such injuries.

Moreover, the Violet Blood Immortal-Severing Curse was like maggots gnawing at the bone, ceaselessly corroding the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion’s physical form. Each day, it devoured his Pure Yang True Blood, while the profoundly sinister curse seals inflicted unbearable agony upon him at every moment, tormenting the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion day and night.

An ordinary person would have long been unable to endure such agony and been driven to end their own life.

Yet the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion possessed an unshakable Dao Heart. To uphold the heavens for all humankind, he would willingly endure such agony if it could daunt the demons and monsters.

Moreover, beyond the excruciating agony, each time the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion struck, it depleted the power suppressing the Violet Blood Soul-Severing Curse, hastening her impending demise.

To this day, the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion could only sustain herself through sheer willpower. Every time she made a move, she was risking her life.

Recalling the suffering the master of Tianya Haige had endured over the years, Eldrin felt a suffocating ache in his heart.

He did not elaborate further, simply presenting the precious elixir as he said, "This pill is called the Azure Lotus Curse-Dissolving Pill (Magical Elixir), a creation I developed specifically to address your injury, Senior."

"Senior, quickly take this pill. It should temporarily suppress the condition and may even grant you a chance to rebuild your physical form."

"Oh?"

The master of the Skyreach Pavilion accepted the precious elixir without another word. Every utterance now cost him a surge of excruciating agony.

After briefly sensing the medicinal potency of the treasured pill, the master of the Endless Sky Pavilion consumed it and began dissolving the injuries within his body.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and spoke with evident delight, "Although this elixir cannot completely neutralize the Purple Blood Immortal-Severing Curse, once its medicinal properties are fully refined, it should be able to dissolve nearly half of the curse's potency."

"Mm." Eldrin nodded slightly before continuing, "It's a pity the remaining Purple Blood Soul-Severing Curse has developed resistance to this treasured pill. Taking more would be futile now."

"A Death-Seeking Strike from the Ninth-Layer Nascent Soul—how could it be so easily and thoroughly neutralized?"

The master of the Endless Sky Pavilion smiled faintly and said, "Fortunately, after taking this elixir, I have been able to suppress the Violet Blood Immortal-Severing Curse and fight at full strength. I am also confident in abandoning this broken body to cultivate anew."

"With no Domain Externals at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage emerging from seclusion, we must now seek opportunities to potentially shift the tides of battle."

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of snow and decay. Li Ming, a young man of barely 20, shivered as he trudged up the icy path. His robes, thin and worn, offered little protection against the elements. Yet, his eyes, burning with a fierce determination, remained fixed on the summit. "Just a little further," he whispered to himself, his breath forming plumes of white in the frigid air. "The legacy of the Frozen Cloud Sect must be mine." He had spent the last 3 years searching for this hidden sanctuary, ever since the fall of his own humble sect. Countless nights had been spent deciphering ancient maps and fragmented scrolls. Now, he was so close he could almost taste the spiritual energy saturating the air. Suddenly, a low growl rumbled from a nearby cave. Li Ming froze, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword—the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure), his only inheritance from his late master. From the darkness, 2 points of malevolent crimson light emerged, followed by a massive, snow-white form. An Ice-Scaled Wyrm (Demonic Beast)! Its body, thicker than an ancient tree, was covered in glistening scales that reflected the pale moonlight. A forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air. Li Ming's heart hammered against his ribs. This was a Level 4 Demonic Beast, a creature far beyond the capabilities of a mere Qi Condensation cultivator like himself. "To think I'd encounter such a creature here," he muttered, a wry smile touching his lips. "Heaven truly tests my resolve." The wyrm lunged, its maw gaping wide enough to swallow a man whole. A blast of freezing air preceded it, threatening to flash-freeze Li Ming where he stood. "Flame Wreathed Blade!" Li Ming shouted, channeling his meager spiritual power into the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure). A faint crimson aura flickered around the blade, struggling against the oppressive cold. He sidestepped, the wyrm's fangs snapping shut mere inches from his shoulder. The impact sent shockwaves through the ground. Li Ming swung his sword, the fiery edge scraping against the wyrm's scales with a screech of metal on ice. It left only a faint scorch mark. *It's no use. My cultivation is too weak. I can't even pierce its defense.* The wyrm coiled for another strike, its intelligent eyes gleaming with malice. Desperation clawed at Li Ming's mind. This was it. His journey would end here, as a frozen meal for a beast. But then, a memory surfaced—a forbidden technique mentioned in a tattered manual he had found years ago. The 'Soul-Burning Art'. It allowed a cultivator to temporarily amplify their power by consuming their own lifeforce. The cost was immense, potentially crippling 1's cultivation base permanently, or worse. *Do I have a choice?* As the wyrm lunged again, Li Ming made his decision. He closed his eyes, focusing inward. He visualized the spark of his lifeforce, the very essence of his being, and with a mental command, he *ignited* it. A searing, golden pain erupted from his dantian, spreading through his meridians like wildfire. It was agony beyond anything he had ever known, as if his soul were being fed into a forge. But with the pain came power—a torrent of raw, overwhelming spiritual energy. His eyes snapped open, now glowing with an ethereal golden light. The aura around the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) blazed, transforming from a faint flicker into a roaring pillar of crimson flame. "NOW!" he roared, his voice echoing with newfound power. He didn't dodge. He met the wyrm's charge head-on. The flaming sword cleaved through the air, shearing through the beast's frozen scales as if they were parchment. It bit deep into the wyrm's skull. A deafening shriek tore from the creature's throat. It thrashed wildly, its blood, cold as ice, sizzling and steaming where it touched the flaming blade. After a few moments, the massive body went limp, collapsing onto the snow with a ground-shaking thud. The golden light faded from Li Ming's eyes. The excruciating pain returned tenfold, and he collapsed to his knees, vomiting a mouthful of bright red blood. His spiritual sense was in chaos, his dantian felt cracked and brittle. He had likely sacrificed decades of his future progress. But he was alive. Gasping for breath, he looked past the wyrm's carcass towards the cave from which it emerged. There, hidden behind a curtain of ancient ice, was a simple stone door, covered in intricate, fading runes. The secret sanctuary of the Frozen Cloud Sect. A bitter laugh escaped his lips, followed by another fit of coughing. "A near-fatal encounter... just to find the entrance." With great effort, he staggered to his feet, using the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) as a crutch. He approached the stone door, each step a fresh wave of agony. He placed a trembling hand on the cold, unyielding surface. 1 100 years had passed since the sect's downfall. What remnants of power, what ancient legacies, lay sealed within? He pushed. The stone door, recognizing the trace of compatible spiritual energy he had unintentionally released during his Soul-Burning state, groaned open. A wave of dense, ancient spiritual qi washed over him, carrying the faint, sweet scent of long-withered spiritual herbs and the silence of forgotten ages. Li Ming took a deep, shuddering breath and stepped across the threshold, into the darkness. His journey was far from over. It had only just begun.