Dongbo Xueying extended his palm, holding it aloft as a swirling vortex manifested within. From this vortex emerged the power of Hunyuan, churning and surging like endless tides.
Countless waves surged within, concealing hidden undercurrents.
Various forces either repelled, entangled, or compressed one another…
This was Dongbo Xueying’s utmost attempt to simulate his experience traversing the higher spatial dimensions—an embodiment of his deepest comprehension of the *Hunyuan Seven Strikes* and the Void Path! It was a technique he was truly satisfied with. Though he had gained yet another formidable killing move—one that would greatly aid him in battle—what truly delighted him was the sense that his understanding of the Void Path had deepened.
The advancement of one’s realm may sound esoteric, but the sensation was profoundly tangible. The fusion of the eight meridians was but a single step away from the “Ultimate Realm,” yet that minuscule gap rendered the Ultimate Realm as elusive as grasping at flowers through mist—blurred and indistinct.
Each breakthrough in realm felt like dispersing some of that mist, allowing him to glimpse fragments of the truth.
“With the completion of this technique, I feel I’ve made significant progress, drawing another step closer to the Ultimate Realm!”
“However, mastering this move has exhausted my recent insights. Any further improvement in the short term will be difficult.”
“But I cannot afford to waste time like this.”
Dongbo Xueying mused silently.
Under normal circumstances, breakthroughs required long periods of accumulation, followed by even longer periods of further accumulation. Reaching the Ultimate Realm was inherently arduous—demanding repeated accumulation and breakthroughs until one’s foundation was so profound that the Ultimate Realm would naturally be attained. At that point, the Void Path would hold no mysteries for him!
Even geniuses like the Southcloud Monarch and the revered Fuyi had been stalled before this bottleneck, unable to reach the Ultimate.
Though Dongbo Xueying possessed unparalleled talent, achieving the Ultimate before the destruction of his homeworld remained an exceedingly daunting task.
“One more World Flower,” Dongbo Xueying resolved.
Looking back now, the successive use of World Flowers within the Heart Palace had been extravagant. Yet, considering the outcome—obtaining the supreme secret legacy *Hunyuan Seven Strikes*, along with the accompanying method for forging a Hunyuan weapon—it had been worth it. After all, this supreme legacy had granted him profound insights into the Void Path. The fusion of the Void Path and Hunyuan power was, in itself, an immensely intricate application of the Void Path.
—
Back in his homeland, another World Flower bloomed, and Dongbo Xueying immersed himself within its unfolding reality.
—
While cultivating, Dongbo Xueying occasionally emerged to “slay fiends.”
Any demon who dared slaughter wantonly would meet his unrelenting blade.
Within the Ancient Kingdom of Many Realms, beneath a lavish estate in a grand city, lay an underground palace.
A handsome yet sinister youth sat cross-legged, a black vial placed before him. With a deep inhale, countless souls surged from the vial, all devoured by the youth.
“Hmph, my *Three Calamity Blaze* is nearly complete,” the youth murmured with a smirk. He exhaled softly, and dark flames laced with bloodlust and malevolence flickered forth.
“It’s all because of that Tianxin Daoist, threatening the land and forcing me to gather souls with such caution. My realm is sufficient—only the souls remain lacking.” The youth’s eyes burned with suppressed fury. Though enraged, he was helpless. The Tianxin Daoist was too powerful—even his clan’s ancestor, though stronger, could not guarantee the Daoist’s death.
His master had sternly ordered him to bide his time.
Yet the thirst for greater power drove him to continue gathering souls in secret.
“Such tyranny cannot last. He will surely meet a wretched end,” the youth seethed, echoing the hatred many fiends bore toward the Tianxin Daoist—though none dared oppose him openly.
*Shhhk!*
A black rift flashed.
A white-robed man appeared within the underground hall.
The youth’s blood ran cold as if doused in ice water. His legs trembled, his face paled, and his heart quaked with terror.
“T-Tianxin…” he stammered in abject horror.
The Tianxin Daoist.
A single man who cowed all fiendish factions across the Heart Realm Continent.
The one who had defeated the Ultimate Realm’s most infamous fiend—Lord Zhanba.
The Black Monarch of the Ancient Kingdom of Many Realms was rumored to have fallen by his hand.
Though the youth had seethed with hatred in the shadows, now faced with the Tianxin Daoist, all malice evaporated, replaced by sheer dread. Such a supreme overlord was beyond the reach of a mere ninth-level Chaos Realm expert like himself.
“I hadn’t realized you’d harmed so many lives,” Dongbo Xueying remarked, glancing at the black vial. The souls within numbered in the billions—and who knew how many more had suffered? His methods had been too covert, eluding even the Southcloud Sacred Sect’s intelligence network until recently, when a grieving disciple of the sect uncovered the truth while avenging a loved one.
“I am of the Chi Clan! You cannot kill me!” the youth cried desperately.
“Die.”
A cold glint flashed in Dongbo Xueying’s eyes.
The youth’s face twisted with terror, regret, and unwillingness. He didn’t want to die—not yet! He still dreamed of becoming a Cosmic God, of indulging in his wicked pleasures as a scion of the Chi Clan.
*Boom.*
His body disintegrated into dust.
Dongbo Xueying sighed, gazing at the black vial. With a wave of his hand, he stored it away. This was Chi Clan territory—to release these tormented souls, he would need to leave the Ancient Kingdom.
A mere breath later—
“Tianxin Daoist!” A furious roar echoed across the city.
The Chi Clan was a lineage founded by an invincible existence. Unlike the native powerhouses of the Xiawind Ancient Kingdom, the Five Ancestors of the Ancient Kingdom of Many Realms were reincarnated outsiders who had established only two great clans.
The Chi Clan was one of them.
For the Tianxin Daoist to invade their domain and slay a core disciple was nothing short of a direct challenge to the entire Chi Clan!
“Your Chi Clan disciple slaughtered countless lives. Since he was a fiend, I executed him as I would any other,” Dongbo Xueying’s voice resounded across the city before he departed.
—
Time proved one thing:
The Tianxin Daoist was merciless.
No matter the identity or backing, any who dared wreak havoc would be slain without exception.
His relentless executions left even the core disciples of major factions trembling. Once, they had treated lives as playthings, slaughtering for amusement or experimenting with techniques that claimed countless innocents—as casually as crushing ants.
Now, under strict orders and the Tianxin Daoist’s fearsome reputation, even the scions of the Six Ancient Kingdoms’ great clans had grown far more restrained.
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Southcloud Capital.
“Master.”
Dongbo Xueying stood before the Southcloud Monarch, who handed him a silver wristband with a smile. “Xueying, the rare materials you requested—though individually not too difficult to obtain—were numerous. It took me eighty million years to gather them all.”
“That’s faster than I anticipated,” Dongbo Xueying replied gratefully. He knew that while these materials were easier to acquire than Hunyuan Sand, their sheer variety made the task daunting. His own connections paled compared to his master’s, and without selling peak-level secret treasures, he lacked the cosmic crystals to purchase them—unless he exchanged merits in the Xiawind Ancient Kingdom.
The Hunyuan Sand had been obtained through trade with Xiawind.
As for the other materials, Dongbo Xueying preferred not to source them there. Though the Xia Emperor couldn’t deduce the forging method from the list alone, he wished to avoid unnecessary complications.
“Finally, everything is ready.” Clutching the silver wristband, he inspected the materials within and smiled.
At last, the forging of the Hunyuan weapon could begin.
“Xueying,” the Southcloud Monarch said gravely, “though you’ve been cautious in your guise as the Tianxin Daoist, slaying fiends has earned you countless enemies. By targeting even the scions of ancient clans, your list of foes grows ever longer. If your identity is ever exposed, you will stand alone against the world.”
“Not the world—only the fiends,” Dongbo Xueying replied calmly. “What does it matter how many enemies I have? Though ten thousand oppose me, I shall press forward. Fear is the only language fiends understand. Once they learn it, they will cease their atrocities.”
The Southcloud Monarch nodded slowly.
Though he worried for his disciple’s perilous path, he recognized the unshakable resolve within him.
And indeed, the Tianxin Daoist’s name alone now cast a shadow over all fiends across the Heart Realm Continent.
“Be cautious. Throughout the ages, no one has ever permanently subdued them,” the Southcloud Monarch warned.
“Master, do not fret. Though none have succeeded before,” Dongbo Xueying smiled, “paths are tread by those who dare to walk them. Someone must be the first.”
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