To survive, the obese man ‘Qian Que’ began preparing an assassination plan, even going so far as to spend cosmic crystals on various preparations—buying venom and even hiring assassins from the ‘Black Demon Swamp’… His preparations grew increasingly thorough, with multiple assassination plans in place. But to his utter dismay…
The young master Xueying of the Flaming Fire Marquisate, after purchasing that secret treasure spear and returning to the marquisate, simply refused to come out again!
“I refuse to believe it!”
“He’s just a newborn brat, his temperament still unformed. How could he possibly settle down to cultivate? He’ll definitely come out again,” Qian Que muttered, waiting with bated breath.
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years…
Qian Que was dumbfounded.
His ‘master’ was equally shocked. In their view, no matter how noble one’s bloodline, temperament required tempering through trials to become extraordinary, to endure seclusion for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years. How could such a young brat remain in seclusion for so long?
“Master, he… he won’t come out. What should we do?” Qian Que reported anxiously.
“Wait! Surely your patience isn’t inferior to a mere child’s?”
“Yes.”
Qian Que sighed in relief.
His master was wise enough not to force him to infiltrate the marquisate for the assassination. After all, the marquisate was heavily guarded with layers of formations—even his master would likely fail if he attempted it.
…
Both the Flaming Fire Marquis and his mother, Rong Xinglan, had advised Dongbo Xueying that tempering the heart was just as important as cultivation, and that he needn’t bury himself in training endlessly. Dongbo Xueying nodded along, but in truth, he behaved like a ‘cultivation maniac,’ disappearing into seclusion for hundreds of thousands or even millions of years at a time, emerging only briefly before diving back in.
There was no helping it.
Dongbo Xueying was no ordinary child. He was a reincarnated true spirit, his mind already attuned to the heavens, a master who had created two ninth-level techniques in the most challenging system of rule profundities! With his temperament, secluding himself for billions of years was effortless. As for tempering his heart?
Did he need another cycle of love and hatred? Heart-wrenching agony to ‘temper’ his so-called temperament?
Dongbo Xueying had no patience for such trivialities. Fortunately, among countless cultivators, there were those known as ‘cultivation maniacs,’ and he simply played the part.
In the blink of an eye, five million years had passed.
Within the Flaming Fire Marquisate, in the residence of Young Master Xueying…
“Rumble—”
The gates of the Void God Tower swung open.
A handsome youth in white robes stepped out. A light drizzle filled the air, yet the raindrops parted naturally a foot away from his body, unable to touch him.
“Young Master.”
“Young Master.”
The guards and servants outside bowed respectfully, and soon the entire estate buzzed with activity. Tian Yizhi, the two Black Flowing Cloud Hounds, and the nine personal guards hurried over. By the time they arrived, Dongbo Xueying had already reached a nearby lakeside pavilion.
Beside the lake stood a small pavilion.
Inside, a meditation mat lay on the floor. Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged upon it, while the maid Yan Yu respectfully placed a jug of wine on the table, warming it as she did. She glanced curiously at her young master. “Though born extraordinary, he’s never shown interest in women, never visited the Misty Cloud Pavilion for pleasure. He treats everyone with kindness, yet spends nearly all his time cultivating.”
“No wonder some cultivators grow so terrifyingly strong. I was born far beneath him, yet I indulge in play and pleasure, while he remains so diligent,” Yan Yu mused silently.
“Whoosh.”
Dongbo Xueying stretched out his right hand, and a long spear materialized in his grasp. He laid it across his knees. As a secret treasure weapon, even the spearhead alone exuded a ferocious aura that made Yan Yu’s heart clench.
“Hum—”
An imperceptible ripple emanated from the spear shaft, like a stone dropped into a still lake, sending countless ripples outward.
The ripple was subtle, effortlessly permeating the surrounding void, completely controlling it. Tian Yizhi, the Black Flowing Cloud Hounds, and the guards were still approaching. Tian Yizhi, a powerhouse at the fifth level of the Divine Palace, was even capable of teleportation! Yet despite his acute sensitivity to spatial fluctuations, he detected nothing amiss in the controlled void around him.
Dongbo Xueying sat like a spider at the center of its web, the surrounding void entirely under his command. Even the tiniest distortions in space began to shift and warp.
The distortions were minute.
Even at close range, they were nearly undetectable—unless one physically touched them.
“Pitter-patter—”
Countless raindrops fell.
Tiny distorted spaces shifted the droplets from one spot to another miles away, seamlessly rearranging them as if nothing had changed. The rain continued undisturbed, its natural rhythm unbroken.
“Young Master.” Tian Yizhi, the two Black Flowing Cloud Hounds, and the nine guards arrived beside the pavilion. Dongbo Xueying’s spatial manipulation kept them unaware, even as he controlled the void mere feet away.
Such precise control would leave even other Chaos Realm experts stunned.
Dongbo Xueying sipped his wine, still manipulating the countless minute distortions in space. The more he controlled, the more satisfied he grew. “Buying this spear was worth every coin.”
Over these five million years…
Dongbo Xueying had immersed himself in cultivation. Given the similarities between the Void Paths of the two source worlds, he had recently reached the Chaos Realm in the Rule Profundity system. As for his bloodline breakthrough, he could have achieved it long ago—but doing so would have been too rapid. Even a genius had to remain within the ‘normal bounds’ of genius.
Though he outwardly maintained the Unity Realm, his studies of the void never ceased. As his insights deepened, he began exploring the spear’s secrets.
Examining the spear shaft was like gazing into a twisted dark vortex staircase, layer upon layer of intersecting voids. Dongbo Xueying reversed the process—if he became the vortex’s core, he could influence the countless chaotic voids around him.
Moreover, the spear shaft inherently contained such techniques.
Though the missing spearhead left the treasure incomplete, it was more than enough for Dongbo Xueying.
With his profound foundation, he derived a domain manipulation technique—one worthy of being called a ‘Divine Palace seventh-level move.’ Most crucially, while he hadn’t fully grasped its intricacies, wielding it through the spear amplified its power to a ‘Divine Palace eighth-level move.’
An eighth-level domain technique.
“Best of all, the spear’s techniques are originally at the Cosmic God level. I’ve only glimpsed a fraction,” Dongbo Xueying mused contentedly. The void principles within the spear were entirely different from those of the *Twelve Forms of the South Cloud Sage*.
“Pity the spearhead is missing. Comprehending this is far more arduous,” he sighed inwardly.
Inside the Void God Tower, he could unleash the domain’s full, violent potential.
But here, by the lakeside pavilion, he wielded its subtlest aspects, silently permeating every corner.
“The Heart Realm Continent’s foundation truly surpasses the Chaos Void’s. Over there, the Void Path had only a few masters—Ninecloud Emperor, Void Primogenitor, and the enigmatic Myriad Realms Tower lineage. But here, even in a small place like the Southcloud Nation, I’ve encountered techniques left by two terrifying experts.” Dongbo Xueying marveled silently.
One was the creation of the Southcloud Monarch. The other was the void master who had forged this spear.
“Retract.”
With a thought, Dongbo Xueying withdrew the domain.
The rain continued falling, seemingly unchanged. Tian Yizhi, Yan Yu, and the guards noticed nothing.
Dongbo Xueying wasn’t worried about detection. Even the Flaming Fire Marquis would need his own rule domain to notice. From a distance, no matter how keen his spatial senses, the marquis would never detect it. Strictly speaking, Dongbo Xueying was now a powerhouse on par with the Flaming Fire Marquis.
Who was stronger? Only a battle would tell.
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