Chapter 1102: Refining the Body in the Primordial Chaos

Regarding the Heart Realm Token, even Ancestor Tianyu had inquired about it from the Blade Emperor and knew of its mysterious and extraordinary nature. Dongbo Xueying had even claimed that he would return in the future by relying on the Heart Realm Token, which must have been based on some confidence.

“Could it really be Xueying?” Countless thoughts raced through Ancestor Tianyu’s mind at this moment.

“Palace Master Tianshui, why did he cast an illusion on you?” Ancestor Tianyu asked solemnly.

Palace Master Tianshui quickly replied, “He inquired about the detailed intelligence regarding the Sacred Master’s attack on our Voidsky Palace back then, and specifically asked about Yu Jingqiu, Dongbo Yu, and Dongbo Qingyao.”

Ancestor Tianyu’s expression darkened. “Does he know that Yu Jingqiu is imprisoned in the Ancient Sacred Realm?”

“He does,” Palace Master Tianshui said helplessly. “I was completely under the illusion, so of course I spilled everything clearly.”

“This is bad.” Ancestor Tianyu grew anxious.

“What’s wrong?” Palace Master Tianshui asked. “Ancestor, is that person really Brother Dongbo? Didn’t his soul scatter? And in front of the Sacred Master, he couldn’t have faked his death, could he?”

Ancestor Tianyu’s face was grim as he asked, “Did he tell you how to contact him?”

Palace Master Tianshui shook his head. “No.”

“Leave for now. Remember, do not speak of this matter to anyone,” Ancestor Tianyu instructed.

“Yes. That person also told me not to reveal it,” Palace Master Tianshui hesitated but couldn’t help asking, “Is it really Brother Dongbo? Is he still alive?”

Ancestor Tianyu shook his head slightly. “I can’t be certain. In any case, you must not speak of this to anyone.”

Palace Master Tianshui nodded and obediently withdrew.

Ancestor Tianyu stood there with a grave expression.

Those who knew that “Dongbo Xueying possesses the Heart Realm Token and will return in the future” were already few in number! The illusion cast by that person had easily ensnared Palace Master Tianshui, and the intelligence he sought was precisely about the Sacred Master’s attack on Voidsky Palace… The likelihood that this mysterious figure was Dongbo Xueying was indeed very high.

“At least a seventy percent chance it’s Xueying!” Palace Master Tianshui thought to himself.

“If it really is Xueying… given his temperament, he might not be able to resist trying to save his wife,” Ancestor Tianyu grew increasingly anxious. “He’s still too reckless. The Sacred Master has reached the Ultimate Realm, his strength surpassing any other Cosmic God. In the Ancient Sacred Realm, his methods are even more unfathomable. Charging in recklessly like this—how could he possibly save anyone? He’d likely end up trapped himself! What to do, what to do? Right now, we can’t even contact him.”

With at least a seventy percent chance it was Dongbo Xueying, Ancestor Tianyu absolutely refused to stand by and watch him march to his doom!

Having fought against the Sacred Master for countless ages, he understood all too well the depths of the Sacred Master’s power.

They had never once pushed the Sacred Master to a true dead end!

And indeed, even the mad “Old Man Stone” had only managed to exhaust the Sacred Master’s accumulated “Ancient Sacred Avatars,” leaving the Sacred Master otherwise unscathed.

Just moments later.

Within Voidsky Palace, Ancestor Tianyu, the Sword Master, the Blade Emperor, and Void Primogenitor gathered together.

“Tianyu, what’s so urgent that you called us here?” the Blade Emperor asked. Both he and Void Primogenitor had sent avatars.

“Yes, Ancestor, what is it?” the Sword Master also inquired.

Void Primogenitor likewise turned his gaze to Ancestor Tianyu.

Ancestor Tianyu then recounted the matter in detail: “Just earlier…”

The three Cosmic Gods present all paled upon hearing it. They were all aware of the Heart Realm Token, as they were among the few Ancestor Tianyu trusted absolutely. Indeed, the six sacred realms were tightly united.

“Dongbo Xueying has returned?” the Blade Emperor frowned.

“Returned? Good, good.” Void Primogenitor, however, showed joy. The successive deaths of Gu Qi and Dongbo Xueying had deeply affected him. Now, with Dongbo Xueying returning via the Heart Realm Token, he couldn’t help but feel excited. “Tianyu, you can’t contact him? Have you tried tracking him?”

“I have. There’s no trace,” Ancestor Tianyu said.

“Let me try.”

“I’ll try as well.”

The Sword Master and the Blade Emperor couldn’t resist attempting to track him.

Both were confident in their abilities, but Dongbo Xueying was now a Cosmic God himself, his soul infused with the power of the Primordial Chaos. Even the Sacred Master in person wouldn’t be able to track him. One by one, they tried and failed.

“Such formidable concealment,” the Blade Emperor marveled. “Palace Master Tianshui was indeed controlled earlier, yet we can’t find the slightest trace of that mysterious figure… This level of tracking evasion surpasses most Cosmic Gods. Tianyu, in my opinion, you needn’t worry. With such mastery over concealment, Dongbo Xueying’s current strength must far exceed his past self.”

“Xueying’s power has undoubtedly advanced greatly! And having cultivated to this realm, he’s no reckless fool who would throw his life away,” the Sword Master added.

“But his temperament…” Ancestor Tianyu shook his head.

“It’s hard to say,” Void Primogenitor also worried. “The Sacred Master’s methods are unfathomable. Even when the Primordial Ancient Sacred Realm shattered, the Sacred Master never truly suffered. If Xueying tries to rescue someone from the Ancient Sacred Realm, he’d be in grave danger.”

“What can we do?”

“Nothing!”

“Relax. If he can evade tracking so effortlessly, he must have become a Cosmic God. He must have some confidence before daring to infiltrate the Ancient Sacred Realm,” the Sword Master said. “Here’s what we’ll do: Void Primogenitor, you monitor the Ancient Sacred Realm. If Xueying does attempt a rescue and encounters extreme danger… we’ll join forces and storm the Ancient Sacred Realm together.”

“Agreed,” Void Primogenitor nodded.

“Good. I’ll contact the Realm Ancestor and the Witch Ancestor,” the Blade Emperor added.

Their combined strength would allow them to challenge the Ancient Sacred Realm. After all, the Witch Ancestor, the Realm Ancestor, the Blade Emperor, and the Sword Master were each nearly on par with the Sacred Master.

“Still, we must be cautious. It might not be Dongbo Xueying,” the Sword Master reminded.

Soon.

The six sacred realms and the Myriad Ancient Sacred Realm made preparations. The Witch Ancestor, the Realm Ancestor, the Blade Emperor, and the Sword Master stood ready to storm the Ancient Sacred Realm at any moment, while Void Primogenitor employed his “Boundary-Piercing Teleportation” to monitor key locations within the Ancient Sacred Realm.

“He’s alive?” The Realm Ancestor was inwardly astonished.

Back then, his master, Old Man Stone, had been enraged by Dongbo Xueying’s death and fought the Sacred Master to a standstill, depleting the Sacred Master’s Ancient Sacred Avatars while suffering severe injuries himself, forcing him into slumber.

“If it’s confirmed to be Dongbo Xueying, I’ll inform Master,” the Realm Ancestor thought. Though their combined forces couldn’t guarantee the destruction of the Ancient Sacred Realm, they were confident in retreating unscathed. Moreover, the Realm Ancestor had full confidence—Old Man Stone could intervene at a critical moment.

Time passed.

Dongbo Xueying’s grandmaster, Void Primogenitor, tirelessly monitored the situation. They all waited, eager to learn whether the mysterious figure was truly Dongbo Xueying.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.”

In the chaotic void, atop a boulder spanning dozens of miles, stood Dongbo Xueying in white robes. Though the void’s turbulent currents surged toward him, they diverted harmlessly around him.

“Primordial Chaos Body Refinement.”

Dongbo Xueying was desperate to save his wife, his heart burning with urgency.

Yet no matter how urgent, he wouldn’t foolishly throw his life away.

Relying solely on his perfected intangibility to rescue someone from the Sacred Master? That was pure delusion! Void Primogenitor had long mastered perfected intangibility, and even the Ninecloud Emperor—whose attainments in the Void Path surpassed Dongbo Xueying’s—had ultimately perished. And now, he intended to infiltrate the Sacred Master’s stronghold, the Ancient Sacred Realm.

“Charging in blindly gives me less than a ten percent chance of success—it’s practically suicide. But if I master the ‘Primordial Chaos Body Refinement,’ my odds rise to eighty percent,” Dongbo Xueying mused.

An eighty percent chance was enough.

After all…

He still had a clone in the Radiant Star Realm, disguised as a disciple of the Black Heaven Sect, living inconspicuously. Even if this body perished, the clone could swiftly cultivate a new one.

For him, the greatest risk of failure wasn’t death—it was his wife perishing alongside him.

“The ‘Primordial Chaos Inquiry’ is divided into two parts: Primordial Chaos Combat Arts and Primordial Chaos Body Refinement. The latter is the foundation!” Dongbo Xueying was confident. The only reason he estimated an eighty percent chance was due to the Sacred Master’s unknown capabilities. Based on known methods alone, mastering the first layer of Primordial Chaos Body Refinement would give him absolute certainty.

But accounting for the unknown, he settled on eighty percent.

“Jingqiu, wait just a little longer.”

Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged.

With a single punch, the surrounding void seemed to freeze, instantly splitting into eight spaces—like a massive mirror shattering into eight shards. At the intersection of these spaces was Dongbo Xueying’s fist, forcibly tearing open a minuscule black dot, a grain-sized void from which Primordial Chaos energy seeped.

“Absorb.” Dongbo Xueying immediately activated the ‘Primordial Chaos Body Refinement’ technique. His body, already in a state of perfected intangibility, merged completely with the void’s essence. The Primordial Chaos energy was drawn irresistibly toward him, like moths to a flame, flooding into his form.