“Your Highness Chifeng,” the silent Raindust Walker unexpectedly transmitted a voice reminder, “seal the space immediately.”
“Understood.”
A scroll appeared in Chifeng’s hand. As he activated it, a hazy spatial barrier descended, enveloping the entire Heavenly Sword Dao Hall. The gathered experts—Fan Chu the Hundred-Battle Demon God, the black-robed powerhouse, Raindust Walker, and the Fire-Water Envoys—all felt a momentary relief. Though if Dongbo Xueying were to unleash the Five-Phase Sealing Art against them, their combined strength could resist it.
What they truly feared was Xueying striking swiftly, targeting them one by one!
It had to be admitted—among these Chaos Realm Tenth Layer experts present, none could match Ying Shan Xueying in a one-on-one battle. The gap was absurdly vast.
“Truly terrifying. He actually mastered the Five-Phase Sealing Art—while still in the Chaos Realm!” Raindust Walker, typically aloof, couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.
“Indeed terrifying,” even the proud Chifeng raised his head, gazing at the colossal demonic dragon coiling in the sky and the white-robed youth standing atop it. For the first time, he felt a sense of reverence toward Ying Shan Xueying. The world of cultivators was simple. Background and lineage might be sources of pride, but strength was the ultimate foundation. When completely outmatched, respect for the strong was instinctive.
This was reverence for power itself!
“Only if I fully master the *Three Ages Sutra* could I hope to surpass him,” Chifeng thought inwardly. “Yet despite enduring immense hardship, I’ve only mastered the *Past Volume*. My elder clansman, so proud and confident, mastered the *Past Volume* and attempted the *Future Volume*—only to lose himself in the future, descending into madness.”
The *Past Volume* was the easiest.
The *Future Volume* carried the risk of losing oneself. Once lost in the future, one would truly go mad.
The hardest was the *Present Volume*—merging the three ages was an extreme challenge. History recorded many who went insane or committed suicide attempting it. Thus, even mentioning the *Three Ages Sutra* evoked fear. Most only dared cultivate the *Future Volume* after becoming a Cosmic God, and only at the second level would they attempt the *Present Volume*. Once the three ages merged…
Their combat power became monstrous.
Neither in the past, nor the future, nor the present—enemies couldn’t even touch them. Such techniques rivaled the pinnacle of intangibility, with devastating battle prowess.
“These terrifying legacies, though created, are usually only attempted by Cosmic Gods,” Chifeng sighed.
The Five-Phase Sealing Art!
The Three Ages Sutra!
And other similarly monstrous legacies—these were typically reserved for the ‘invincible’ tier, like Patriarch Fan and his peers. Having reached the apex, they turned back to refine their paths, devising ultimate techniques theoretically achievable even at the Chaos Realm.
Take the Five-Phase Sealing Art—theoretically, a Chaos Realm cultivator could master it. But how many could push five distinct paths to their absolute limits while still in the Chaos Realm?
Theoretical possibility, but practical success was vanishingly rare.
Yet the truly invincible figures of the Heart Realm Continent cared little whether their descendants could master these arts. They created them regardless—here they were, for those bold enough to attempt them.
“The greater the strength, the greater the trials,” Chifeng mused, gazing upward with envy. The path was arduous, but success meant dominance over one’s peers.
—
Dongbo Xueying looked down upon the Heavenly Sword Hall, watching as the gathered Tenth Layer Chaos experts hastily activated treasures to isolate space. A faint smirk touched his lips before he proclaimed, “I, Ying Shan Xueying, challenge the experts of the Heavenly Sword Dao. This Mo Chao was mediocre—unable to withstand a single strike. Is this all the Heavenly Sword Dao has to offer?”
His voice rolled outward like tidal waves, carrying far and wide.
Provocation.
A slap to the face!
Xueying aimed to crush the Heavenly Sword Dao’s reputation.
—
Inside the Heavenly Sword Hall, Chifeng and his companions felt no shame—they weren’t disciples of the Dao.
“In an open duel with the Five-Phase Sealing Art, what disciple of the Heavenly Sword Dao could possibly match him?” Fan Chu the Hundred-Battle Demon God shook his head.
“Even scouring the entire Heart Realm Continent, the number of Chaos Realm experts who could defeat Ying Shan Xueying can be counted on one hand—each a treasured jewel of their factions. The Heavenly Sword Dao could never recruit such talents,” Chifeng remarked.
In terms of techniques, the Five-Phase Sealing Art ranked among the very pinnacle for the Chaos Realm. Yet a dozen or so even more formidable arts existed.
But the stronger the art, the more grueling its mastery.
Historically, few succeeded, let alone in the current era. Those capable of mastering such heaven-defying legacies were prodigies of terrifying talent, comprehension, and accumulation—destined to ascend to Cosmic Godhood swiftly. Like Dongbo Xueying, mastering the Five-Phase Sealing Art meant one foot was already through the Cosmic God threshold. His ascension was inevitable.
Thus, throughout history, nearly all who mastered such arts became Cosmic Gods.
Among current Chaos Realm cultivators, those capable of defeating Xueying were exceedingly rare—each a prized asset of their factions. Moreover, in a formal challenge, only Heavenly Sword Dao disciples could rightfully answer.
—
“Couldn’t withstand a single strike?”
“Such power is terrifying—even some newly ascended Cosmic Gods might falter.”
“Indeed, Cosmic Gods require time to accumulate depth before rivaling Ying Shan Xueying. Those freshly ascended? They were merely Tenth Layer Chaos cultivators—no match for him.”
Across the skies, countless spectators watched.
Chariots hovered mid-air as experts conversed in hushed tones. Even fellow Chaos Realm cultivators gazed at the white-robed youth atop the demonic dragon with awe. Such power was fearsome—with the Five-Phase Sealing Art, Tenth Layer Chaos experts couldn’t escape, newly ascended Cosmic Gods could be captured, and ordinary Chaos cultivators were like ants beneath his palm.
“Such strength—even the most monstrous talents of the Six Great Ancient Nations, personally guided by invincible beings, might only reach this level,” many murmured in admiration.
“For our Black Fiend Four Nations to produce such a terrifying expert…”
“Incredible.”
“His name will soon resound across the Heart Realm Continent.”
Many even felt a shared pride.
Regardless, they hailed from the Black Fiend Four Nations—a mere speck in the vast Heart Realm Continent, often dismissed by powers like the Summerflame Ancient Nation. Yet the emergence of a figure like Ying Shan Xueying, mastering the Five-Phase Sealing Art, forced even the Ancient Nations to take notice.
—
Though the crowd buzzed with discussion,
hidden Cosmic Gods observed from afar. This was a clash between the Heavenly Sword Dao and the Southcloud Sacred Sect—especially with the Heavenly Sword Monarch and Southcloud Monarch, two titans of the era, silently overseeing events.
“Xueying.”
His master’s voice echoed in Dongbo Xueying’s ear.
“Master,” Xueying responded.
“Regarding that Mo Chao you captured—if you’ve no objections, I’ll have the Heavenly Sword Monarch ransom him,” Southcloud Monarch transmitted.
“None whatsoever,” Xueying replied. Capturing Mo Chao alive was precisely for ransom.
Killing him would yield only minor treasures.
A ransom? That meant a staggering sum of Cosmic Crystals. Xueying bore no grudge—this was merely the nature of inter-sect conflict.
“Good. Maintain your stance—keep blocking their gates!” Southcloud Monarch instructed.
“Understood.”
Xueying knew his display of power had severely disrupted the Heavenly Sword Dao’s plans in the Black Fiend Four Nations. Negotiations had clearly begun.
“Last time, the Heavenly Sword Dao sent Chang Su and others to blockade our Southcloud Sacred Hall, slaughtering outer disciples without mercy,” Xueying’s voice boomed across the heavens as he sat cross-legged atop the sinuous demonic dragon. “I expected formidable experts. This Mo Chao had some courage, but his strength was lacking. Now, not a single soul dares face Ying Shan Xueying?”
A surging tide of void energy encircled the Heavenly Sword Hall.
The blockade continued—as if intending to last a hundred million years. Heavenly Sword Dao experts seethed with frustration, yet none dared step forward. Each trembled in fear and reverence before Ying Shan Xueying’s might.
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