Upon hearing Dongbo Xueying’s words, the colossal monster erupted in fury.
“Die!”
Countless massive tentacles lashed out.
“Magnificent.” Dongbo Xueying had no desire to fight—he wanted to observe more. Each tentacle’s movement radiated profound mysteries, intertwining the Dao of Void, the Dao of Flames, the Dao of Thunder, the Dao of Illusory Realms… All these paths were flawlessly merged within the creature, every motion exuding a power that sent chills down Dongbo Xueying’s spine.
This level of existence had far surpassed that of a Cosmic God.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Dongbo Xueying unleashed the most perfected defensive technique from his *Flying Snow Battle Art*, crafted over three hundred billion years—’Invulnerable to All Laws’—paired with his formidable physique. Yet, after merely five consecutive strikes from the tentacles, his injuries were already severe. He attempted to flee, but the oppressive force of the tentacles solidified the space around him, rendering even his Great Void Transference Technique useless.
“Though I anticipated the *Flame Prison Triworld Cauldron* might hold dangers, with my numerous avatars, I wasn’t afraid. But I never expected to truly perish here,” Dongbo Xueying lamented helplessly.
There was no way around it.
A single tentacle strike rivaled the full-force attack of the Eternal Night Primogenitor. How could he contend?
“Whoosh.”
Suddenly, a force enveloped Dongbo Xueying, and in the next moment, he vanished.
The colossal monster sensed the energy and roared in fury—it was the power of the prison itself. It bellowed in rage, “Meta! Meta! Meta!!!” Its roars reverberated through the outer realms, stirring endless storms.
…
In his own abode, within the grand hall.
Dongbo Xueying materialized beside the massive cauldron.
“I… I’m out?” Dongbo Xueying was stunned.
“Heh, you were on the verge of defeat, so I brought you out,” a figure emerged from the cauldron—a red-robed elder with a jovial smile. He gazed at Dongbo Xueying warmly. “I am the artifact spirit of the *Flame Prison Triworld Cauldron*.”
Dongbo Xueying suddenly understood. “No wonder… No wonder I could activate the cauldron but had only a vague sense of its interior. So I never truly controlled this treasure. Thank you, elder. Otherwise, this avatar would have been lost.”
The red-robed elder chuckled. “The *Flame Prison Triworld Cauldron* is a unique treasure forged by my master, Meta, specifically to imprison the *Myriad-Tentacled Dragon Spawn*. Such a treasure cannot be entrusted to others. If you were to release this creature, all life in this Source World would be annihilated—an unforgivable sin.”
“Indeed,” Dongbo Xueying agreed. Given that monster’s power, who in his home Source World could possibly withstand it?
“It’s called the *Myriad-Tentacled Dragon Spawn*?” Dongbo Xueying asked in surprise.
“Yes.”
The elder nodded. “The *Myriad-Tentacled Dragon Mother* was formidable. My master and several others had to join forces to slay her. As for the countless *Dragon Spawn*, they are barely considered Hunyuan lifeforms—insignificant to beings like my master, who could obliterate them effortlessly. The reason they are imprisoned here is to provide cultivators with a chance to break through. Only those who have deeply comprehended Hunyuan energy can activate the *Flame Prison Triworld Cauldron*—typically Cosmic Gods at the ultimate stage with profound accumulations. At their level… they can exchange a few blows with the *Dragon Spawn* before death. Before that happens, I always intervene, teleporting them to safety.”
“Battling the *Myriad-Tentacled Dragon Spawn*, or stronger foes, is itself a form of tempering.”
“The *Dragon Spawn* are born as Hunyuan lifeforms. Unlike cultivators, their bodies naturally manifest countless mysteries, which can be studied for enlightenment.”
“All of this aids in breakthroughs.”
The elder continued, “Originally, your home Source World was under my master Meta’s governance. Now, it is overseen by City Lord Luo. In past eras, my master openly revealed the opportunities for Cosmic Gods at the ultimate stage to ascend. But now, few know of this.”
Dongbo Xueying was enlightened.
A Source World, once protected and managed by one Hunyuan powerhouse, had now changed hands?
“However, I must remind you—though my master intended this trial for those at the ultimate stage, you, having obtained the Supreme Legacy, can activate the cauldron even before reaching that level.” The red-robed elder cautioned, “But your priority now is to reach the ultimate stage as soon as possible. Do not delve too deeply into the mysteries of the *Dragon Spawn*, lest they hinder your breakthrough.”
“Understood.” Dongbo Xueying snapped back to clarity. Indeed, those mysteries were meant for those seeking to transcend the ultimate stage. Over-studying them might do more harm than good.
“You should engage in frequent battles. Combat tempers you, revealing flaws to refine. Your techniques will grow stronger, your realm higher, and your path to the ultimate stage swifter,” the elder advised.
“I see.” Dongbo Xueying nodded.
Reflecting, he realized he had now received aid from two Hunyuan powerhouses—City Lord Luo and Meta. Yet, the *Heartworld Divine Palace* in the Heartworld Continent opened repeatedly, clearly benefiting many. The bestowal of Supreme Treasures… Yet, no one in the Heartworld Continent had ever broken free from the cage to ascend further.
“Despite all the assistance, transcending the cage seems… incredibly difficult,” Dongbo Xueying mused. “But the *Myriad-Tentacled Dragon Spawn* are actually born Hunyuan lifeforms?”
…
In his home Chaos Void, Dongbo Xueying frequently dispatched avatars into the *Flame Prison Triworld Cauldron* to battle the imprisoned Hunyuan lifeform, the *Myriad-Tentacled Dragon Spawn*. At his level, finding an opponent that posed sufficient threat was rare. Moreover, the *Dragon Spawn* innately wielded diverse Dao techniques, making it an invaluable training partner.
Meanwhile, in the Heartworld Continent…
Dongbo Xueying arrived at the capital of the Xia Clan, savoring delicacies in a tavern while mentally reviewing his battles with the *Dragon Spawn*.
“Secluded cultivation must be balanced with combat. Only in battle do the flaws in one’s techniques become apparent,” Dongbo Xueying thought, his mood uplifted.
“Here.”
He raised his hand, summoning a waiter from afar.
The tavern attendant, a True God perpetually attuned to his surroundings, hurried over.
“How much *Night Whisper Wine* does your tavern have in stock? How much can you sell me?” Dongbo Xueying inquired.
“Our master brews the *Night Whisper Wine* personally. Currently, we have three thousand jars, but we must retain at least one thousand,” the waiter replied, recognizing a high-rolling customer.
“Prepare two thousand jars for me to take later,” Dongbo Xueying said with a smile. “The wine is excellent.”
“Of course, of course!”
The attendant beamed with delight.
Dongbo Xueying indulged in the exquisite wine, drinking alone until dawn. Only then did he settle the bill, collected his purchase, and departed.
His next destination was the Fan Clan’s Demon Mountain.
“Brother Flying Snow, it’s been far too long!” Monarch Kuichen greeted him with exuberant warmth. “Three hundred billion years have passed, and we’ve heard no word of you leaving the Southern Cloud Nation.”
“Well, I’m here now,” Dongbo Xueying replied. “Please relay a message—I wish to see Patriarch Fan.”
“Patriarch Fan?” Kuichen’s expression froze, a hint of awkwardness surfacing.
Patriarch Fan’s status was beyond measure.
Did anyone truly believe they could simply request an audience?
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