“Senior, I’ve made enemies. It’s best for me to leave the Xia Wind Ancient Kingdom,” Batuchen said.
Dongbo Xueying nodded slightly and waved his hand.
*Rip.*
With a direct use of the Void-Shattering Teleportation Technique, he tore open a spatial passage. Batuchen cast a grateful glance at Dongbo Xueying and said in a low voice, “Senior’s great kindness—this junior doesn’t know when I can repay it.” With that, he turned and stepped into the passage, vanishing without a trace.
Dongbo Xueying smiled faintly at the sight.
*My heart mirrors the heavens.* To him, the countless weak were not mere ants but beings deserving of compassion. In his eyes, Batuchen was but a pitiable young man—first his entire clan was annihilated, then he was sent to the Xia Wind Ancient Kingdom only to make new enemies. Imprisoned in the Fan Clan’s dungeons, had Dongbo Xueying not intervened, Batuchen would likely never have seen the light of day again.
“Brother Feixue, shall we depart?” the Void-Rending Venerable asked.
“I trouble the Venerable for this,” Dongbo Xueying replied, sensing the immense respect the Venerable showed him.
“No need for formalities between us,” the Void-Rending Venerable chuckled before whisking Dongbo Xueying away with him.
The other high-ranking officials and guards in the dungeon watched in silent awe.
“To think the esteemed guest Feixue is held in such high regard by the Venerable?” Many among them were inwardly shocked.
“Quickly inform Young Master Hai,” the black-clad burly man muttered, his hands still trembling. He had nearly lashed out with his whip at a terrifying figure whom even the Void-Rending Venerable treated with such courtesy!
—
Young Master Hai, ‘Fuyahai,’ was currently seated beneath his master, the Serpent Monarch, listening to his teachings alongside his fellow disciples.
“Hmm?”
The Serpent Monarch’s serpentine eyes flickered with suspicion before he barked, “All of you, leave. Fuyahai, stay.”
The disciples promptly withdrew.
Left alone below, Young Master Hai gazed up at his master—only to receive a transmission shortly after.
“You didn’t even clean up your mess properly,” the Serpent Monarch frowned at his disciple.
“Master, I never expected him to have ties to that Ying Shan Xueying. Xueying is just an outsider from another kingdom—why bother with him?” Young Master Hai protested.
The Serpent Monarch snorted coldly. “Fool! Esteemed Guest Feixue is a reincarnated being, capable of wielding the ultimate Chaos Void Transformation technique. His origins are likely beyond terrifying! And even now, his strength alone likely surpasses mine.” He knew all too well—a Universe God of the Illusory Dao, with unfathomable mastery over the Void Dao. Ying Shan Xueying’s true power was inscrutable!
At the very least, what could be discerned already surpassed him.
“Ah!” Young Master Hai gasped in shock.
“That Batuchen—I had him investigated. He’s a survivor of the Batuchen Clan from the Flower Kingdom. Ying Shan Xueying merely passed by and saved him on a whim. No deep ties exist. Xueying is simply too merciful,” the Serpent Monarch said. “If you wish to deal with Batuchen, you must do so cleanly—leaving no trace.”
“I understand,” Young Master Hai nodded. As a disciple of the Fan Clan, he had methods to ensure no traces remained, even against tracking arts.
“Escaped, did you? And even managed to forge a connection with Ying Shan Xueying? If I can’t touch Xueying, do you think I can’t handle you?” Young Master Hai knew his feud with Batuchen had long since escalated. Initially, he had planned to exploit the boy as a mere tool. But now that he had escaped, the only option was to eradicate him at the first opportunity.
—
In the Infinite City of the Myriad Realms Ancient Kingdom—one of the five great cities under the rule of the Infinite Lord, one of the Five Ancestors—order reigned supreme, thanks to the laws established by its ruler.
“Hmm?”
From the twisted spatial passage in the desolate wilderness outside the city emerged a disheveled youth—Batuchen, sent here by Dongbo Xueying.
Batuchen gazed at the vast city before him and murmured, “The Myriad Realms Ancient Kingdom, Infinite City? A place of perfect order, far from the Xia Wind Ancient Kingdom. Senior Ying Shan Xueying has truly considered my situation with great care.”
His heart was a storm of emotions.
The Fan Clan’s dungeons were terrifying, but in his original plan, given enough time, he would have eventually escaped. Yet Ying Shan Xueying’s intervention had freed him far sooner, granting him true freedom—where the skies were limitless for him to soar. Now, his strength could truly begin to grow exponentially.
“Senior Ying Shan Xueying, though I am weak now, one day—I, Batuchen, will repay you,” he vowed silently.
“Master, places of perfect order are not conducive to your growth. We must seek chaos!” A voice echoed in Batuchen’s soul.
“Understood.”
“Do not fret, Master. Having passed the Soulforge Trial of the Old Master, your talent is unparalleled—the most suitable heir he has found in countless ages. With dedication, you will one day rival even Ying Shan Xueying, perhaps even surpass him, standing at the very pinnacle of the Heart Realm Continent.”
“This place, though orderly, is not where I belong. Take me away from here,” Batuchen cast one last glance at Infinite City.
“As you command, Master.”
An imperceptible ripple enveloped Batuchen before he vanished without a trace.
—
Dongbo Xueying had no inkling of the storm his rescue of Batuchen would one day unleash. At this moment, under the guidance of the Void-Rending Venerable, he beheld the Fan Clan’s supreme tome of the Illusory Dao—*The Heart Realm.*
As his hand brushed the thick black tome, a torrent of knowledge flooded his mind.
“Astounding.”
“Remarkable.”
As a Universe God of the Illusory Dao, Dongbo Xueying’s discernment was unparalleled. He immediately recognized the terrifying profundity of *The Heart Realm*—a scripture derived from the Fan Ancestor’s own dual cultivation of the Illusory Dao. Within the Xia Wind Ancient Kingdom, it stood as the supreme text of its kind.
“Venerable Void-Render, having learned this art, I shall now proceed to the imperial palace,” Dongbo Xueying said.
“Very well. Should you possess other suitable legacies, do consider selling them to our Fan Clan,” the Void-Rending Venerable smiled. His courtesy stemmed not merely from Dongbo Xueying’s strength but from the fact that Xueying could impart the *Nine Revolutions Immortality Art*—a technique the Venerable believed could only be created by a third-tier Universe God. If Xueying could teach it, his status in his past life’s sect must have been extraordinary, likely possessing even more formidable arts.
“Certainly, certainly.”
With that, Dongbo Xueying departed the Fan Clan’s Demon Mountain and arrived at the imperial palace of the Xia Wind Capital.
—
Deep within the palace.
“The transmission of *The Path of Primordial Chaos* is somewhat intricate. Esteemed Guest Feixue, please enter first,” a yellow-robed elder guided Dongbo Xueying to a hidden underground hall. At its center floated a peculiar stone pillar, now opened like a door. “Step inside the pillar. Remember—maintain the Void Transformation at its peak, lest you suffer greatly.”
“Understood.”
Dongbo Xueying stepped inside. This was part of the agreement with Emperor Xia. Given the emperor’s power, killing him would be effortless—hardly requiring such convoluted schemes.
*Hum.*
The interior space was narrow—barely ten feet wide and thirty feet tall. The stone door sealed shut behind him.
Then, golden light erupted from the pillar.
The pillar became like a sieve, its surface etched with countless patterns as golden radiance surged within.
*Boom—*
The surrounding void was torn asunder, revealing a massive black rift. Primordial Chaos energy—far vaster than what Dongbo Xueying could summon with his *Skyrend* technique—poured forth.
“This—”
The sheer density and volume of the energy caused it to seep into his flesh, bringing faint pain even with his Void Transformation active. Without it, the agony would have been unbearable, just as the guardian spirit had warned.
The Primordial Chaos energy flooded his body and the pillar alike.
The golden-lit pillar absorbed the energy, forming strange black characters that streamed into Dongbo Xueying’s soul, imparting the technique.
This art was inherently bound by the Supreme Laws—ordinarily unlearnable. Only through vast quantities of Primordial Chaos energy could it be transmitted.
“To tear open such a massive rift in the source world… even my master might struggle to achieve this. Yet this formation accomplishes it effortlessly. Emperor Xia must have invested tremendous effort,” Dongbo Xueying mused. The emperor had poured great care into creating this technique, though thus far, only two layers existed.
Compared to *The Heart Realm*—where any soul-based Illusory Dao tome was exorbitantly priced, with *The Heart Realm* being among the finest at 80,000 merits—this Void Dao scripture, whose highest layer only corresponded to the second tier of Universe God, cost 100,000 merits. A price befitting a legacy pointing straight to the pinnacle. Even its transmission was restricted by the Supreme Laws, underscoring its uniqueness.
Silence returned as the rift in the source world mended itself.
*Hum.*
The stone door opened.
Dongbo Xueying emerged, his face alight with excitement. *The Path of Primordial Chaos* was worth every merit!
“Have you learned it all?” the yellow-robed elder smiled.
“Every word,” Dongbo Xueying replied.
“Then our transaction is complete. Allow me to escort you out,” the elder said warmly.
—
In the Southcloud Kingdom, within the great city of ‘Flying Snow.’
Inside the Void God Tower.
A golden-robed Dongbo Xueying arrived unnoticed, slipping into the tower unseen.
“Time to return,” he murmured, sitting cross-legged.
The tomes he sought had been acquired.
They were among his greatest assets for the Chaos Void.
Now a Universe God, all preparations were complete.
“I wonder how Jingqiu, Yu’er, and Qingyao are faring. How fares our home, the Chaos Void?” Anxiety gnawed at him.
“Homeward bound!”
With a thought, the remaining half of the Heart Realm Token’s energy—a crimson force coiled within his soul—activated, enveloping the purest wisp of his truest spirit.
*Boom.*
The crimson energy flared.
His soul dissipated like sand, the crimson energy carrying that single wisp of spirit away.
The golden-robed body remained behind, intact.
*Whoosh.*
From his pocket dimension emerged a green-robed Dongbo Xueying—one of his nine current avatars.
With a wave, the green-robed avatar reduced the golden body to its fundamental energies.
Gazing into the distance, he sensed the direction of that wisp of spirit. “May my plan succeed flawlessly.”
One avatar remained to fight in the Heart Realm Continent.
Another would return home.
—
*Boom.*
Encased in the Heart Realm Token’s energy, that wisp of spirit departed the Heart Realm Continent, traversing the higher, enigmatic layers of existence.
This time, as a Universe God’s spirit, Dongbo Xueying’s perception was far clearer—yet the terror of those realms beyond his current reach was palpable.
“The connection remains.”
He could still sense his avatar in the Heart Realm Continent, their memories intertwined.
Time held no meaning here. Only an interminable sense of passage.
As he drew closer to his home source world, the Chaos Void, the link with his distant avatar weakened, memory-sharing growing strained.
“This is but a sliver of my soul’s core—a mere billionth of my spirit… Too feeble. No wonder the connection falters with distance. Once home, as my soul regains strength, the link should stabilize.”
Gradually, memory-sharing ceased. Only the faintest sense of his avatar’s existence lingered.
The Heart Realm Token’s energy dwindled.
Almost spent.
“Almost there.” Dongbo Xueying’s spirit surged with anticipation. Though merely a wisp, as a Universe God’s spirit, it surpassed even ordinary Void Gods in potency. He felt it—the approach of an immense, familiar presence.
The Chaos Void.
*Whoosh!*
With the last vestiges of the Token’s energy shielding him, that wisp of spirit plunged into the source world.
“Home. I, Dongbo Xueying, have returned! Jingqiu, I’m back!” His spirit swelled with exhilaration.
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