Elven cultivators

It was late autumn in the year 9546 of the Dawn Calendar.

The shadow of war looms over every inch of the Dawn Continent.

The undead army surged forward like a burst dam, advancing simultaneously in the north, west, and south, suffocating everyone.

However, chaotic times are also fertile ground for the strong.

The flames of war devoured countless lives, but they also gave birth to new strength from the ruins and ashes.

Almost every day, one can hear of new legendary powerhouses, or even saints, emerging from somewhere.

The five major powers were equally unwilling to lag behind.

Under the oppression of the undead, their true potential was fully unleashed.

In the late spring of Dawn Calendar 9547, Warchief Gormash of Bloodhowl Fortress became the first to break through and become a demigod.

Less than six months later, Thorin Fireforge, the dwarf king of the Heart of the Mountains, also achieved a breakthrough deep within the Primordial Flame.

This dwarf king, who had been severely injured by Hamilton, secluded himself day and night after recovering from his injuries, and finally, with his unwavering will, he knocked on the door of the demigods.

Rumors circulate that the Grand Elder of the Emerald Court and the former Holy Maiden of the Tide Temple have been in seclusion for some time and may soon break through to become demigods. Top-tier combatants are emerging one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, greatly relieving the pressure on the five major forces in their battle against the undead.

Many people are curious about how the Silvermoon Clan's top combat power will change in this era of emerging strongmen.

However, the Silver Moon Clan's control over core intelligence was extremely tight, and the outer defenses of the Primordial Spirit Realm were as impenetrable as an iron barrel, making it impossible to obtain any valuable information.

The much-anticipated Meteor Dragon Sword Saint has not appeared in public since his battle against the Underworld Dragon King.

There are many rumors circulating, with everyone speculating about Anton's whereabouts.

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The Primordial Spirit Realm, the Eternal Tree.

The layered canopy of the tree resembles a palace supported by an emerald dome, with sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves and sifting into countless tiny golden spots that fall upon the moss and roots covering the ground.

The air was filled with a rich, almost viscous, spiritual energy, and with each breath, one could feel a warm, gentle power seeping from the lungs into the limbs and bones.

Anton sat cross-legged under the tree, his eyes slightly closed.

Behind him, his Dharma body floated silently.

Compared to a few years ago, the outline of the Dharma body has become so solid that it is almost indistinguishable from a real person. The folds of the robe, the curve of the hair, the lines on the fingertips... every detail is so clear that it seems to have been meticulously sculpted.

Only a thin layer of five-colored aura, as thin as a cicada's wing, was slowly flowing on the surface, proving that it had not yet completely materialized.

After two years of preparation, everything is ready.

Now is the time to overcome this tribulation.

Anton took a deep breath, and without further hesitation, completely released the suppression of his cultivation.

As if in response to his determination, the sky above the Primordial Spirit Realm suddenly darkened.

A sudden gust of wind arose all around.

At first, only the tips of the aerial roots of the Tree of Eternity swayed gently, then the wind grew stronger, gathering from all directions, as if the entire world had been condensed and compressed into the small space around him in that instant.

But when the first gust of wind swept across Anton's soul, he clearly felt a pain that penetrated deep into his very being.

The wind tribulation blows away the primordial spirit and wears down the divine consciousness. If the soul is not firm, it will be blown away and the soul will be scattered.

The invisible and intangible tribulation wind, like countless hair-thin blades, pierced the depths of the soul simultaneously. Inhuman pain swept over the entire body like a tidal wave, as if every nerve was being scraped and every thought was being torn apart.

Please visit [website address] to see the latest chapter! Address: dEqixs.oRg Anton's temples were slightly bulging with veins, but his face remained as calm as an ancient well.

With a slight thought, the soul-protecting artifact, crafted with a fragment of divine essence at its core, flew out from his sleeve, transforming into a blurry, pitch-black figure that silently merged into his body, overlapping with his form.

In an instant, the excruciating pain that pierced his soul was significantly reduced.

The shadowy figure acted like a divine armor, absorbing some of the erosive power of the wind tribulation for him.

Even so, the remaining power continued to erode his primordial spirit.

It felt like someone was repeatedly sanding the most vulnerable part of your soul, peeling away the accumulated impurities and fragility layer by layer to reveal a more resilient and purer part.

The pain remains, but it is no longer simply suffering.

During that long period of attrition, Anton clearly sensed that his soul was undergoing a kind of sublimation, gradually becoming stronger and more resilient.

The connection between thoughts becomes smoother, and the perception of the laws of heaven and earth gradually becomes clearer and more acute.

The thin veil separating him from heaven and earth was being blown away bit by bit by the wind.

Time becomes blurred in the silence.

After an unknown amount of time, when the last wisp of tribulation wind swept past his primordial spirit and dissipated into the void like the receding tide, Anton finally let out a long breath. The most difficult hurdle was finally over.

If that soul-protecting artifact had blocked some of the tribulation power, he might not have been able to weather the tribulation of wind and fire so easily.

The most dangerous part of the Great Calamity of Wind and Fire is the wind calamity. Once the wind calamity is over, the remaining fire calamity will be much easier.

As if to confirm his thoughts, at the same moment the wind calamity receded, surging crimson-gold flames emerged from around Anton without warning, completely engulfing him and transforming into a pillar of fire that shot into the sky.

A sharp, burning pain exploded from the inside out.

The thin, five-colored aura on the surface of the Dharma body quickly dimmed under the licking of the flames, and fine cracks began to appear on the flesh.

At the same time, the nascent soul also received the burning and tempering of the blazing flames.

Anton's body trembled slightly, his back tensed for a moment, but he remained seated.

The next instant, the Great Evolution Five Elements Azure Profound Array suddenly stirred.

Five colors of light—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—emerged from the depths of the Eternal Tree's roots, rising like a tide along the veins of the array, transforming into an inverted dome that enveloped Anton and the dark golden flame within it.

The dense, almost tangible energy of heaven and earth flowed in from all directions, offsetting some of the calamity fire. Like rivers flowing into the sea, it rushed into Anton's body, constantly healing the cracks scorched by the flames.

Burning and repairing, destruction and reshaping, the energy of heaven and earth and the raging flames form a subtle alternating cycle. With each breath, Anton could feel his Dharma body being tempered and refined little by little, becoming more pure, and his nascent soul was shedding its last trace of fragility in the high temperature, gradually solidifying into a more solid texture.

Meanwhile, the strange celestial phenomena surrounding the Tree of Eternity had alarmed the entire Primordial City.

The disciples all looked toward the direction of the Eternal Tree, staring in astonishment at the towering pillar of fire in the distance.

Even from a great distance, they could feel the terrifying intensity of the heat, as if getting any closer would burn them to ashes.

"What is that...?"

"It looks like a heavenly tribulation? Someone is undergoing tribulation!"

Who is it?

"Are you stupid? That direction leads to the Tree of Eternity. Only the city lord and elders are qualified to enter. The elders only recently broke through to the next level. Who do you think it could be?"

Amidst this commotion, more than ten streaks of light rushed in from all directions, quickly reaching the outer perimeter of the Tree of Eternity and stopping steadily in mid-air.

Eleanor, Roman, the First Elder... apart from the Second Elder and Cedric, who were stationed in the Underdark, all the clan's high-ranking members were present.

Roman's gaze fell upon the dark golden sea of ​​fire deep within the tree canopy, a hint of astonishment appearing on his face: "What terrifying flames... Is Anton breaking through?"

Eleanor nodded slightly: "It should be. Anton told me before that he would break through to the Tribulation in the next few days. These flames should be the fire tribulation in the Great Tribulation of Wind and Fire." The other elves all looked solemn.

They already felt immense pressure just by staying outside; what terrifying power must Anton, who was at the core, be enduring?

The surroundings quickly quieted down, and the elves' gazes were cast through layers of branches and light curtains toward the Tree of Eternity, each waiting.

As time passed, the fire disaster gradually came to an end.

The flames continued to surge in, engulfing Anton's nascent soul and Dharma body.

The dark golden flames, like molten iron in a furnace, washed over the two again and again, causing them to gradually fuse together as if they were gold and iron.

At the same time, divine sense silently spread down from the Niwan Palace, like hundreds of fine threads probing into the molten core.

The three slowly approached each other in the raging fire, and the boundaries between them became increasingly blurred.

The nascent soul is no longer a nascent soul, the Dharma body is no longer a Dharma body, and the divine consciousness is no longer an isolated spiritual force.

Like three tributaries flowing into the same riverbed, they permeate, intertwine, and fuse together under high temperature and pressure, transforming into a unified whole.

The moment the three completely converged, Anton's sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently, and an unprecedented sense of clarity swept over his entire body, as if years of stagnant turbidity had been swept away.

At the same time, he sensed some kind of unseen pull. His consciousness seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, suddenly rising upwards.

At that moment, vision was freed from the constraints of the physical body.

Anton sensed his presence being drawn away from his body beneath the Tree of Eternity, like a wisp of mist blown away by the wind, rapidly extending along the invisible veins between heaven and earth.

Mountains, rivers, cities, plains... everything rushes past in the field of vision, like a folded scroll being turned page by page.

When he stopped, he was hovering in the air above a desolate place.

It was a desolate wasteland of skeletons stretching as far as the eye could see.

Broken bone fragments covered the earth like a layer of snow that never melts, gleaming with a cold white luster under the leaden skylight.

Broken blades and tattered flags were scattered among the bones, and the wind carried a low whistling sound, as if countless souls were sighing at the same time.

In the very center of the wilderness, a high platform built of gray and white bone fragments stands like a solitary peak, with a throne made of skeletons at its very center.

On the throne, a figure sat motionless.

Black armor, a black and red cloak, and a helmet concealing a bottomless void, silently gazing at the giant gate in the void ahead.

It was a colossal gate assembled from countless thick bone pillars, each one resembling the ribs of a giant beast, its surface covered with twisted runes, gleaming with a somber light. Behind the gate lay a slowly rotating chaos, dotted with countless points of light like a starry sky, a sight of extraordinary beauty.

However, Anton could sense a chilling aura emanating from behind that door.

It's as if something extremely dangerous is hidden behind the door.

Just then, the figure on the throne seemed to sense something and turned to look.

Two gazes met silently in the sky above the wasteland of bones.

The next instant, the pulling force suddenly disappeared.

Anton's consciousness, like a loosened string, snapped back quickly, rapidly retracing its path.

The view shifted again; the wasteland of bones, the giant gate of white bones, and the figure on the throne all blurred and receded rapidly, turning into grayish-white fragments of light and disappearing without a trace.

When Anton opened his eyes, he was already back under the Tree of Eternity.

The crimson-gold flames above had faded, revealing a clear, azure sky.

Sunlight fell on my shoulders, bringing a gentle warmth.

Everything was exactly the same as before he left. It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion. But Anton knew it was not an illusion.

The moment a cultivator successfully advances to the Nascent Soul stage, they will initially merge with the laws of heaven and earth, allowing their primordial spirit to leave at the moment of breakthrough and travel along the veins of the laws to reach distant places.

In the world of cultivation, this state is called "spiritual wandering in the void".

This is also the only chance for a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

After that, even if a Nascent Soul cultivator could separate their primordial spirit from their body, they would not be able to traverse hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant as they had just done.

"The Abyss, and the Black Emperor... and what is that giant gate?"

Anton's eyes flickered, but he quickly put the matter out of his mind and turned to examine the changes in himself.

The Nascent Soul stage can be considered the third fundamental leap in a cultivator's life form, following the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages.

The nascent soul, physical body, and divine consciousness are completely fused together to form the primordial spirit, thus transcending the constraints of the physical body.

The primordial spirit can leave the body and travel thousands of miles in an instant.

Even if the physical body perishes, the primordial spirit can possess another body or reshape the physical body.

Although the physical body disappears, its combat power will not decrease in the slightest; on the contrary, it will far surpass what it was before. The most obvious change is the significant increase in its control over the laws of heaven and earth.

If Nascent Soul cultivators merely control the laws of heaven and earth, then Deity Transformation cultivators integrate the laws of heaven and earth into themselves, essentially using their own power.

In this way, manipulating the laws of heaven and earth becomes much easier and simpler.

With a slight thought, Anton's sword pellet leaped out of his chest and then trembled violently, like a drop of ink falling into still water, bursting forth outwards.

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight... The golden light spreads out layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye, it transforms into 16,384 sword lights, like stars surrounding Andong.

Compared to before the breakthrough when he could only barely produce more than two thousand sword lights, the number of splitting and recombination has undoubtedly increased dramatically.

Immediately following, Anton's mind stirred again, and a faint halo appeared on the sword light hanging around him.

The halos overlapped and reflected each other, like a second sheath covering the silver-white blade.

Crimson gold, muddy yellow, deep blue, purple-white... the auras of four divine powers flowed slowly along the spine of the sword, intertwining and circulating among themselves.

One sword can transform into myriad techniques, and four kinds of Dao essence coexist.

It is only one step away from truly mastering the "Five Elements Cycle and the Unity of All Laws" – a state of perfect mastery where one sword can transform into all laws.

Anton smiled with satisfaction. The mere changes in splitting light and combining it with the sword's ability to transform into myriad forms had increased his combat power several times over.

Not to mention that with the breakthrough in realm, cultivating sword techniques will be much easier.

Once he masters a few more sword techniques, his strength will increase even further.