“Greetings, Ancestor Yongye.” The Demon Sword Venerable and Dongbo Xueying both bowed in reverence to the invincible being.
Ancestor Yongye looked down, his cold gaze settling on Dongbo Xueying. His voice was icy. “Flying Snow Divine Emperor, hand over the Domain Sea Source, and I shall spare your life.”
Dongbo Xueying was stunned.
So, he really came to seize the treasure?
“If you refuse, then die.” Ancestor Yongye spoke indifferently. His demand for the Domain Sea Source was a test—if Dongbo Xueying had immediately and obediently surrendered it without hesitation, the Ancestor might indeed have spared him. That would have shown Xueying understood the vast gap in their power and harbored no defiance.
But hesitation in the face of an invincible being’s demand? Clearly, his fear was insufficient.
Without enough fear, complications might arise in the future.
In that case, better to kill him outright—use strength to intimidate the younger generation.
“What?!”
Dongbo Xueying never expected such sheer arrogance—merely a moment’s hesitation, and the Ancestor sought his annihilation!
“Ancestor Yongye!” The Demon Sword Venerable shouted urgently. “Flying Snow Divine Emperor is a guest elder of our Xiawind Ancient Nation! You cannot—”
Beside him, the Black Monarch glanced at the Demon Sword Venerable, muttering inwardly, *”This Demon Sword Venerable is a member of the Cang Clan of Xiawind Ancient Nation, yet he’s so biased toward Flying Snow? Since when have the three great clans of Xiawind been so close to their guest elders?”*
“Using Xiawind Ancient Nation to pressure me?” Ancestor Yongye’s lips curled slightly in mockery.
He and Ancestor Jiye had allied more than once against Xiawind Ancient Nation.
Breaking ties, battling—during the wars of ancient nations, the destruction of entire cities was commonplace.
“Begone!”
Ancestor Yongye waved his hand, and a vast golden force swept toward the Demon Sword Venerable. The latter drew his divine sword, struggling to resist, but the overwhelming radiance sent him flying, crashing into a distant corridor wall. A haunting chant echoed in his ears, seeping into his soul.
“Ancestor Yongye, I am willing to surrender the Domain Sea Source!” Dongbo Xueying quickly declared. He wasn’t foolish—death meant losing all treasures and any chance to continue exploring the Heart God Palace. Better to yield for now.
“You had your chance and wasted it. Now, it’s too late!” Ancestor Yongye flipped his palm, and an overwhelming force descended.
Dongbo Xueying’s expression darkened.
*Whoosh—*
Misty clouds instantly filled the surroundings, countless miniature spaces manifesting within. Xueying concealed himself across nine of them, each hosting a clone. Faced with the infinite golden radiance sweeping toward him, he didn’t hesitate—he unleashed the *New Crimson Cloud Battle Art: Void Piercer*.
This technique bypassed formations, armor, and treasures, forcibly penetrating the enemy’s body. It was his only hope of wounding Ancestor Yongye.
So what if the Ancestor was strong?
In terms of realm, he was merely at the Cosmic God’s ultimate stage—only slightly above Xueying’s own six-path fusion at the second layer. His true advantage lay in his supreme treasure. Since death seemed inevitable, why not fight back?
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
Nine fists emerged from the miniature spaces, their ripples spiraling into a vortex, clashing against the infinite golden radiance.
*Void Piercer!*
Nine clones, united in attack!
*”Ah!”*
The blinding golden light crushed the vortex, infiltrating the nine miniature spaces and striking each clone. Protective mist shrouded their bodies, but it shattered instantly. The attacks landed on their maximally-virtualized forms, barely weakening the force by a fraction. Against a supreme-level strike, even virtualization was feeble.
Fortunately, this was just a casual strike from Ancestor Yongye, further divided and weakened by the nine-clone counterattack. Each clone suffered severe injuries, but none perished.
*”Is this the gap between us?”* Dongbo Xueying understood.
Even a second-layer Cosmic God specializing in body refinement would be annihilated by a supreme-level strike. Surviving a casual attack was already remarkable.
“Still alive? Your defensive technique is intriguing—nine clones?” Ancestor Yongye frowned slightly, as if failing to kill with a casual strike was beneath him.
*”Hmph.”*
He waved his hand again, this time with a palm that blotted out the heavens, eclipsing even the supreme laws. With his supreme treasure, even a casual strike carried supreme might.
This time, Xueying abandoned thoughts of countering. From each miniature space, a hand emerged, executing the *Crimson Cloud Battle Art’s* defensive stance. The original Crimson Cloud Venerable had feared no swarm battle, and his defensive techniques were formidable. Yet before an invincible being, they were laughable.
Like plucking the strings of the cosmos—
The Ancestor’s five fingers flicked lightly, disrupting all nine of Xueying’s defensive hands.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
The pale, colossal palm swept across the nine miniature spaces.
All nine spaces collapsed.
Each clone was struck, their defenses shattered, sent flying into the palace walls.
Their bodies disintegrated, yet their immense vitality pulled them back together. At Xueying’s level, physical destruction meant little—so long as his vitality held, he endured. The first strike had drained nearly 10% of his vitality; this one took over 20%.
*”My survivability ranks among the top of Venerables, yet before an invincible being, I’m still fragile. If only my realm were higher—if I could unleash deeper layers of the* Hunyuan Seven Strikes, *would I be toyed with like this?”* Frustration burned within him.
In truth, surviving multiple strikes from an invincible being was already extraordinary.
*”Hm?”*
Ancestor Yongye suddenly sensed another terrifying presence approaching—one that exuded pressure. In all of the Heart God Continent, only one being could evoke such dread: Emperor Xia, widely regarded as the strongest existence in the land.
“Troublesome.”
From his waist, Ancestor Yongye drew a golden scepter.
It expanded instantly.
*”Boom!”*
Holding the scepter, he casually thrust it downward.
*Whoosh—*
Blinding golden light flooded the surroundings, inescapable. Every strand of radiance seemed to morph into the scepter itself.
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
Each of Xueying’s nine clones was bathed in the light, struck relentlessly by countless scepter projections.
His body burned.
His soul burned.
*Whoosh—*
Under the infinite golden radiance, beneath the endless barrage of scepters, all nine clones were annihilated. Yet their storage items, weapons, and treasures remained untouched.
Within the Heart God Palace, while its inherent dangers posed no lethal threat, cultivators could still perish—by each other’s hands. For an invincible being to personally crush a junior, however, was exceedingly rare.
Regardless, the journey of Flying Snow Divine Emperor of Nanyun Nation had reached its end.
“Damn it!” The Demon Sword Venerable, powerless to intervene, gritted his teeth as he watched Xueying’s clones vanish.
“Yongye, have you no shame, bullying a junior?” A mighty voice boomed, resonating through the heavens.
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