Facing the third wave of enemies.
As the master of the ‘Five-Phase Sealing Art’ and the ten-layered Illusory World, Dongbo Xueying ultimately achieved a hard-fought victory, much to the expected astonishment of the onlookers!
“What!”
“That Cang Xuan?”
“He can win too?”
Fan Yiqian, Fan Sanyuan, and the others were utterly shocked, as were even the Cosmic Deity guests present.
“Dongbo Xueying relied on his Illusory World to prevent his enemies from unleashing the complete Seven-Colored Flame! That’s how he barely managed to win. But this Cang Xuan—his opponent unleashed the full Seven-Colored Flame Ring! Yet, in the end, he still won?” The many guests, including high-ranking Venerables, were dumbfounded.
The Seven-Colored Flame Ring had long enveloped General Cang Xuan, yet his body was shielded by swirling purple halos. Though parts of his flesh burned to ashes, they rapidly regenerated. Amid this cycle of ‘ashes and rebirth,’ his life force gradually waned.
Simultaneously, vast purple radiance filled the entire pocket world, engulfing the silver-armored soldier. The purple light grew increasingly turbulent, until it resembled terrifying tidal waves. The mere shockwaves of this force inflicted continuous injuries upon the silver-armored soldier.
In the end, General Cang Xuan retained thirty percent of his vitality, while the silver-armored soldier was exhausted to death!
“What kind of technique is this? The Cang Clan has no such art, does it?” The high-ranking members of the Fan and Xia Clans exchanged puzzled glances at the Cang Clan’s side. Even the non-Three-Clan powerhouses of the Xiawind Ancient Country were baffled.
Given their knowledge, none had ever encountered such a domain before.
Purple?
Growing increasingly powerful? And with terrifying defensive capabilities! Even the Five-Phase Sealing Art suffered continuous damage under the imperfect Seven-Colored Flame. Under the Seven-Colored Flame Ring, most Cosmic Deities would be reduced to ashes! Even Dongbo Xueying dared not face it head-on, relying instead on the Nine Revolutions Immortal Art to avoid direct contact with the flames!
“What an incredible defensive technique, daring to withstand the Seven-Colored Flame Ring?”
“Surely this must be the strongest known defensive art for a Chaos Realm cultivator.” The guests pondered as they observed General Cang Xuan. Even ordinary Cosmic Deities specializing in body refinement paled in comparison—this technique was abnormally powerful and unprecedented in history.
The happiest among them were the Cang Clan’s leaders.
The stronger their descendants, the more delighted they were!
…
The least pleased were the Fan Clan!
The Fan Clan’s six Venerables sat in silence while their counterparts from the Xia and Cang Clans engaged in lighthearted banter.
“Red Lotus Sect Master, this Dongbo Xueying is truly extraordinary. He might even triumph over the fourth wave! Then your Fan Clan still has a chance at ultimate victory,” chuckled a golden-scaled elder with a long beard.
“The Fan Clan still has hope.”
“Indeed, that young lad Dongbo Xueying is impressive.”
“Come now, if Dongbo Xueying struggled so much against the third wave, the fourth is surely beyond him. Your attempts to console Lutian and the others will only sour their moods further. Hahaha… But I, for one, am overjoyed.” A rosy-cheeked child from the Cang Clan laughed so hard he nearly danced, his mirth accompanied by the faint sound of surging waves.
“Hmph!” The towering Venerable Lutian shot a cold glance at the gleeful child. “Sacred Child, is this trifling matter worth such amusement?”
“Disappointed, aren’t you? Six times now.” The child sneered. “Seeing your Fan Clan humiliated brings me nothing but joy.”
Venerable Lutian’s face darkened.
“Hahaha…” The child continued to laugh heartily.
The other Venerables remained silent.
The enmity between the Cang Clan’s ‘Sacred Child of the Bitter Sea’ and ‘Venerable Lutian’ was well-known among those present. Though they had once shared life-and-death bonds, they now harbored an irreconcilable hatred. Yet, when the Sacred Child had once been weak and in peril, Venerable Lutian had raged and fought to save him.
Even the three monarchs—Xia Emperor among them—could not mediate their feud.
“My Fan Clan has not yet lost,” Venerable Sitian retorted, eyeing the Sacred Child. “Do not celebrate prematurely.”
“Oh? Then I shall watch and wait to gloat later!” The child grinned mischievously.
The other Fan Clan Venerables silently observed the two remaining pocket worlds at the hall’s center.
If they lost…
Not only would they suffer humiliation, but they would also forfeit their chance to enter the Sourceworld Temple! According to Fan Clan tradition, weaker Cosmic Deities were ineligible—entering the temple would be a waste. Those of Fan Ancestor’s caliber had already visited multiple times and no longer coveted its treasures. Typically, the privilege was reserved for their Venerables.
And they yearned to enter!
“The Sourceworld Temple… No matter how we compete, we’ll never qualify.” The non-Three-Clan guests of the Xiawind Ancient Country—each a peerless powerhouse, some even rivaling the Southcloud Monarch—could only sigh inwardly.
There was no helping it.
The finest resources were monopolized by the three monarchs for their clans, with only scraps doled out to outsiders—and only if they served the Three Great Clans faithfully!
This was already generous! The Xia and Cang Clans disdained foreign nations entirely, while the Fan Clan, though employing foreign consultants, assigned them perilous tasks. Compared to their treatment of outsiders, the Three Great Clans were downright benevolent to their own people.
…
Within the two pocket worlds.
Dongbo Xueying and Cang Xuan waited as the fourth wave of enemies materialized amidst a thunderous surge of energy.
“Whoosh.”
Dongbo Xueying watched as a golden-armored soldier coalesced before him, its icy gaze piercing him with boundless coldness.
“Boom—”
The temperature within the pocket world plummeted instantly. The ground froze solid, as though spacetime itself had been petrified—nowhere to hide. While the periphery merely suffered residual effects, Dongbo Xueying stood at the epicenter of the attack. Pale gray ice encased his body completely. Such a terrifying technique would reduce an ordinary Cosmic Deity to frozen shards! Even if they survived, their movements would slow to a crawl, leaving them vulnerable to swift execution.
This was a power theoretically beyond the reach of any Chaos Realm cultivator. Clearly, the fourth-wave trials employed techniques only Cosmic Deities could unleash—with the aid of treasures.
“Quite impressive.” Dongbo Xueying, seemingly frozen solid, remained motionless. Yet the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile.
Smiling while encased in ice?
Meanwhile, in the other pocket world…
Whoosh.
After barely a breath of combat, General Xuan was teleported out. His injuries from the previous battle had been severe. When the fourth wave’s frigid assault struck, the pale gray ice encasing him—slightly more potent than the Seven-Colored Flame Ring—worsened his condition. Within moments, the Xia Emperor had him removed.
Thus concluded the Cang Clan’s General Xuan’s journey in the Three-Clan Contest.
Now, only one Chaos Realm contestant remained: Dongbo Xueying of the Southcloud Nation.
“Strange?”
“Why hasn’t his aura weakened?”
The guests exchanged puzzled glances at the scene within the pocket world. Since it was under the Xia Emperor’s control, they could only observe superficially and speculate.
Dongbo Xueying even spared a glance at General Xuan’s expulsion before vanishing himself.
“Vanished?”
“Was he teleported out?”
As the Fan Clan leaders scrutinized the hall, they found no trace of Dongbo Xueying.
…
Dongbo Xueying was in no hurry to attack. Under the terrifying domain, he immediately activated the Nine Revolutions Immortal Art, rendering the cold utterly harmless. His focus shifted to studying his enemy’s techniques. Having scant experience battling powerful Cosmic Deities, he sought to glean insights into the supreme laws.
His ambitions had never been confined to mere Cosmic Deityhood.
“Cold, desolate… capable of freezing even spacetime?” Dongbo Xueying marveled inwardly at the chilling intent.
“But my comprehension transcends ordinary spacetime—it pierces the very essence of the source world. I merge with the fundamental void of existence. Unless one can shatter the source world’s confines, they cannot harm me.” With a thought, even his visible form dissipated entirely.
Absolute disappearance.
Not even Cosmic Deities could detect him!
Such was the terror of Voidform at its zenith.
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