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Chapter 578 - Chapter 37 (578): [The Last Survivor of the Immortal Cloud Sect]

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Novel: [The Primordial Law]

Volume 6: [Battle for the True Inheritance]

Chapter 37 (578): [The Last Survivor of the Immortal Haze (Xianxia) Sect]

(37th of Volume 6)

Translator: Shadow Knight AK

Editor: Shadow Knight AK

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The Cosmic (Qiankun) Shackles faced by Martial-Mystic Cultivators in the Dao Seed Realm varied greatly.

Some were unbreakable, defying even Young Heavenly Emperors for centuries, leaving them to grow old and gray-haired in vain.

Others were as ephemeral as cloud mist, easily shattered overnight even by those with mediocre talent.

These were rare but undeniable occurrences.

No matter how formidable one's combat prowess within the same realm, a single Cosmic (Qiankun) Shackle could halt their progress, trapping them for decades or even centuries.

Such cases of being blocked by a Immortal Realm Shackles for a hundred years were commonplace.

It was precisely this reality that earned the transcendent realm the name "Other Shore."

Li Weiyi believed his Cosmic (Qiankun) Shackle possessed considerable strength but remained within the normal range.

Given enough time, even the smallest drops of water could erode stone.

"Whoosh!"

Spiritual Qi surged from his Divine Gate, swirling around the Immortal Golden Core before rushing through his Veins and String Meridians at breakneck speed.

Like a dam bursting, the torrent of Qi surged toward the Cosmic (Qiankun) Shackle, aiming to shatter the iron barrier with its overwhelming force.

With a thunderous roar, the surging Qi slammed into his back.

The Cosmic (Qiankun) Shackle, connecting his crown, spine, and tailbone, flickered violently.

Li Weiyi's body trembled as searing pain erupted in his back, his spine feeling as if it were about to separate from his body.

The chaotic Qi shattered portions of his Veins and String Meridians, rampaging through his body as sweat poured from his pores.

"Again."

Li Weiyi regulated his breathing, circulating his chaotic Spiritual Qi through his body in cycle after cycle.

He then launched a second attack on the Cosmic (Qiankun) Shackle on his back.

A piercing, bone-shattering pain erupted, forcing Li Weiyi to clench his teeth and tremble violently.

His sweat turned crimson.

After a quarter of an hour of adjustment, Li Weiyi launched a third attack.

The bones in his back creaked like grinding iron chains, and his vision briefly darkened as he nearly lost consciousness from the agony.

More of his Veins and String Meridians ruptured, and even his internal organs sustained damage.

Li Weiyi temporarily halted his attack, deciding not to push further.

"Two cracks have already appeared on the Cosmic (Qiankun) Shackle. That's enough for now!"

With the departure for the Void Ruins Ancient Kingdom just two days away, Li Weiyi didn't want to risk serious injury.

He also feared causing irreparable damage to his foundation if he continued.

Once his injuries healed, a few more attempts should be enough to break free.

Li Weiyi spent three days recuperating, immersing himself in the mysteries of the Immortal Golden Core within his Divine Gate.

He further refined and integrated the remaining power of the Dragon Seed Golden Core, striving to achieve perfect harmony between his will and his Qi.

"The liquid qi surging from the Tenth Spring Divine Gate is comparable to a Healing Pill. Wherever it flows, it can even repair the Veins and String Meridians."

"Whoosh!"

With a wave of his arm, Li Weiyi shattered the Time Cocoon and emerged.

He first donned three layers of Thousand-Inscriptions Artifact inner armor, then draped the Governor's Robe over them, checking the various talismans concealed within its sleeves.

He temporarily refrained from activating the Shaoyang Division's Spiritual Artifact Martial Robe bracelet, instead fastening it to his wrist.

Even top-tier experts like Mo Duanfeng never removed their three layers of armor, so Li Weiyi naturally prioritized his own defenses.

"Yu'er, how's your comprehension going?"

Li Weiyi approached Yu'er from behind.

Yu'er sat cross-legged before a three-foot-tall Buddhist Shrine, which housed the Book of Radiant Stars.

The book's pages emitted a soft glow, bathing her face in a faint, rosy light that lent her an ethereal, otherworldly charm.

"I can't make heads or tails of it. It's too hard," she said, her earnest expression suddenly collapsing.

She threw her hands up in exasperation, "Is there nothing else I can do besides cultivate?"

Li Weiyi had already fully comprehended the 468 scriptures on this page of the Book of Radiant Stars, imprinting them onto his Divine Gate Golden Core and transforming them into his own Dao.

But after fully comprehending the entire passage, Li Weiyi realized this wasn't the end, but rather a new beginning.

More scriptures and Daoist Method resonances continued to emerge, seemingly without end.

Li Weiyi sighed: "This must be the Grand Palace Mistress's intention!"

"Why listen to her?"

Yu'er stood up, pouting coquettishly as she gazed at Li Weiyi with pleading eyes.

"Master, I want to go to the Void Ruins Ancient Kingdom too! I'm much stronger now, and my aim is perfect. Please, please take me with you!"

Li Weiyi gently pried her hand off his arm.

"The Grand Palace Master must stay here to heal her soul. I'm in a difficult position too - I can't defeat her."

"Master, why can't you stand up for yourself? What are you so afraid of? Is she going to eat you?" Yu'er complained, her tone a mix of frustration and exasperation.

Li Weiyi felt a sudden disorientation as he gazed at the girl before him, whose features now bore a striking resemblance - about seventy to eighty percent - to the Grand Palace Master in the painting. He thought he must have misheard.

"You... you're encouraging me to defy the Grand Palace Master?"

"Not defy her," Yu'er retorted, her voice ringing with righteous indignation, "But we can't just let her dictate everything. Why should we? Right?"

"Let me think about it," Li Weiyi said, quickly regaining his composure. He looked at Yu'er.

"You almost led me astray. She's cultivated for three thousand years; I've only been cultivating for a fraction of that time. Of course you're not afraid - she is you... Well, you can write whatever you want in your diary. It has nothing to do with me."

"Whoosh!"

Inside the room, the Shaoyang Star and Tai Chi Mark suspended in mid-air shimmered with radiant light.

Li Weiyi withdrew from the Blood Mud Space and returned to his room in the Clear Sound Pavilion.

"What was that all about? This child is getting harder and harder to handle."

He gestured with both hands, switching between Yu'er and the Grand Palace Master, trying to find the right balance in their interactions.

For a moment, he was unsure how to navigate the delicate situation.

The Grand Palace Master wouldn't devour him, nor would she repay kindness with malice.

But to secure her protection as a powerful backer, he needed to compromise.

With Yu'er, it was about affection.

To her, Li Weiyi had been her entire world since childhood.

But to the Grand Palace Master, these past two years were merely a fleeting dream in her three-thousand-year life.

"Creak!"

Li Weiyi sighed softly, pushing open the door.

A dense morning mist blanketed the courtyard, a vast expanse of white.

Birds chirped and insects buzzed in the mountains, while a stream gurgled outside the room.

Tang Wanzhou stood ten paces away, her sword held proudly, clad in black robes.

Her straight brows framed a heroic and refined face, her gaze fixed on Li Weiyi.

"Your aura and essence have subtly shifted. Care for a spar?"

"What kind of spar? Trying to vent your anger of Mo Duanfeng and Bai Chuan on me?" Li Weiyi retorted.

Tang Wanzhou paused: "If I had broken the Third Shackle, why would I swallow this insult? It's simple: strength dictates authority."

"What did the Deputy Sentinel Lord say?" Li Weiyi asked.

Tang Wanzhou said, "He told me that Bai Chuan and Mo Duanfeng are both exceptional talents. Bai Chuan is the second-ranked on the Sword Dao Imperial Court's First-Tier Ranking, while Mo Duanfeng is a Heaven's Chosen from the Holy Capital's Inner Court. Born into noble families with promising futures, they chose to join the Sentinel Spirit Army, abandoning lives of luxury and the bustling capital for danger and responsibility. Their motives are undeniably righteous, and their cultivation and resolve have been tested. He instructed me to cooperate fully with them, as we are all Sentinel Spirits dedicated to eradicating evil and combating the Nether Realm."

Li Weiyi had joined the Cave Void Camp primarily for cultivation resources and the protection afforded by his status.

Bai Chuan and Mo Duanfeng, however, had no such needs.

Their noble backgrounds made their entry into the Sentinel Spirit Army all the more remarkable, explaining why the Deputy Sentinel Lord held them in such high regard.

"Is that all?" Li Weiyi asked.

Tang Wanzhou replied, "To appease the Shaoyang Division, his clone expended considerable cultivation energy to condense a Dao Technique and entrust it to me, just in case. What risks do you see in Bai Chuan and Mo Duanfeng's proposal?"

Knowing Li Weiyi's keen intellect and ability to grasp subtle details others overlooked, she sought his counsel.

Li Weiyi said, "I believe the greatest risk lies not with our enemies, but with Bai Chuan and Mo Duanfeng themselves. They're too eager. Perhaps they crave glory and recognition, or perhaps they genuinely fear Chu Yutian will achieve a breakthrough before them. It's also possible they're after some treasure in Chu Yutian's possession, or some other hidden motive."

"In any case, what if Chu Yutian knew about their eagerness all along?"

Tang Wanzhou's expression turned solemn.

"That would mean they've created their own weakness without realizing it."

Li Weiyi said, "Perhaps I've overestimated Chu Yutian! Anyway, you have so many trump cards, even if something unexpected happens, escaping shouldn't be a problem. Have you purchased the supplies yet?"

"The Cave Void Camp provided sufficient Blood Pills, three Low-Grade Spirit Crystals per person, and three Top-Grade Healing Spiritual Pills," Tang Wanzhou replied.

Li Weiyi sighed: "Three Low-Grade Spirit Crystals are worth ten million Yongquan Coins. That's quite generous! But if we're really going to be in the Void Ruins Ancient Kingdom for at least ten years, we'll need to buy other supplies too. Otherwise, it'll be so dull and monotonous."

Tang Wanzhou and Li Weiyi left the Immortal Haze (Xianxia) Sect's camp and traveled a thousand miles to an ancient city in the Crimson Bright Realm, where they went on a massive shopping spree.

Li Weiyi approached the Thousand Mile Mountain Merchant Guild, produced the waist token given to him by Lu Jingshen, and sold off most of his spiritual artifacts, using the proceeds to purchase Spirit Crystals and materials for Pill Refinement and Talisman Refinement.

In the Nether Realm of the Dead, one cannot breathe or absorb Spiritual Qi from Heaven and Earth.

Instead, they must rely on the spiritual power surging from the Springs within their bodies to replenish their Qi and sustain combat.

While normal cultivation remains unaffected, this method cannot sustain prolonged battles.

Spiritual Crystals were therefore especially crucial, serving as the only means to rapidly replenish Spiritual Qi.

The two returned to the Immortal Haze (Xianxia) Sect's camp as dusk began to settle.

As they walked toward Blazing Absolute Mountain, Li Weiyi and Tang Wanzhou spotted a graceful figure in green robes standing outside the Clear Sound Pavilion.

She stood by the stream, her serene posture radiating quiet anticipation.

Tang Wanzhou paused, a wry smile playing on his lipsb: "Should I excuse myself for a moment?"

"Since when have you, Tang Wanzhou, become so evasive?" Li Weiyi asked.

"It's not about avoiding suspicion," Tang Wanzhou replied, "I simply don't want to intrude. With Qing Zijin's reserved nature, my presence as the Holy Commander might make her uncomfortable."

Li Weiyi was about to retort when Qing Zijin sensed their approach and turned her gaze toward them.

Beside him, Tang Wanzhou had already tactfully vanished.

"Captain, did you manage to purchase the supplies? I just returned from Jade Cosmos City. Sorry for the wait!"

Li Weiyi transformed into a wisp of green smoke, his afterimage flickering across several miles as he materialized outside the Clear Sound Pavilion, a warm smile gracing his lips.

Qing Zijin, known for her serious and taciturn demeanor, studied him intently for a long moment, as if trying to discern his true nature.

"Come with me," she finally said.

She walked ahead, her hands clasped over her lower abdomen, her steps light and measured as she followed the path along the stream to a garden just a few hundred zhang from Clear Sound Pavilion.

This was her residence.

Ancient trees surrounded the garden, their branches reaching for the moon.

The ground, stream banks, and rooftops were carpeted with crimson and golden fallen leaves, creating a serene and deeply satisfying silence in the twilight.

Qing Zijin activated the formation and pushed open the two massive vermilion-lacquered gates.

Li Weiyi stood before the gates, immediately sensing the extraordinary ancient aura of the place.

The formation glyphs carved into the gateposts alone were so profound that his current Psychic Power couldn't even begin to decipher them.

Deep within the garden, palaces and pavilions rose amidst swirling clouds and mist.

More than a dozen Formation Plates floated in the mist, radiating an awe-inspiring power.

Standing beneath the towering vermilion gates, Qing Zijin was a splash of green amidst the sea of crimson: "Blazing Absolute Mountain was once the residence of the Immortal Haze (Xianxia) Sect's Sect Leader. Magnificent palaces once stood there, where thousands of Sect disciples cultivated."

"A century ago, on that fateful night, the Sect Leader clashed with the curse, reducing all the mountain's structures to rubble. Only Qingyi Garden survived."

"You guessed correctly. The Sect Leader was my great-grandfather, and I... am essentially the Last Survivor of the Immortal Haze (Xianxia) Sect."

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