“I desire this vast Source World to be free of blood sacrifices and great massacres. Any who dare commit such atrocities shall be utterly annihilated. Perhaps there are still those supreme demonic overlords beyond my current reach, but I continue advancing on this path. Who knows? One day, I may yet stand against them.” Dongbo Xueying smiled as he looked at his master.
The Lord of Nanyun, gazing at his disciple’s smile, suddenly understood the difference between them.
For him and most cultivators, the priority was ‘self-preservation’—for only by surviving could one hope to ascend to the pinnacle of the Great Dao.
But his disciple?
His Dao-heart was as sharp as a blade. Where no path existed, he would cleave one open! Willing to forge a way for countless weak and helpless lives. Perhaps such indomitable will, such unwavering resolve, and such a state of mind… were also the reasons his disciple progressed so swiftly in strength.
“To deal with those supreme demonic overlords, you would likely need to transcend this very cage,” said the Lord of Nanyun.
“Perhaps one day, I shall. Isn’t transcending this cage the very pursuit of us cultivators?” Dongbo Xueying smiled faintly. “Master, this disciple shall take his leave now.”
He still needed to return quickly to forge his weapon.
The crafting of a Hunyuan weapon brooked no delay.
…
That very day.
Within the hidden underground chamber beneath the Imperial Manor of Feixue City.
“Rumble—” The chamber’s door sealed shut, intricate runes shimmering across its surface. The entire city, fortified by Dongbo Xueying, stood impregnable. Yet the forging of a Hunyuan weapon was the most critical and delicate phase of all.
Clad in white robes, Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion. With a wave of his hand, an incense stick ignited, its fragrance suffusing the chamber.
First, calm the mind.
In his consciousness, the crafting process of the ‘Hunyuan Divine Weapon’—attached to the *Hunyuan Seven Strikes*—unfolded. At his current level, the process was not difficult, merely intricate. Clearly, ‘Meta’ had considered bestowing this upon later generations, ensuring they could craft Hunyuan weapons. The process had been meticulously divided into tens of thousands of stages, each simplified to make it manageable.
“Estimating a hundred million years to complete. Though complex, it isn’t overly difficult—just requiring a single avatar to dedicate itself fully to the task,” Dongbo Xueying mused.
Though he could maintain nine avatars at near-perfect strength, forging was not something to be rushed. It demanded patience, step by step. One avatar sufficed.
“Swish.”
All materials were prepared.
With a thought, sixteen different materials manifested—among them a peculiar flame seed, liquids, and even flowers. The liquids, petals, and powders merged with the flame seed, each step guided by Dongbo Xueying’s mastery of arcane formations, channeling Hunyuan energy into the mix. The flame’s intensity grew steadily, eventually reaching an inconceivable level. This was merely the initial ‘ignition’—melting Hunyuan Sand was no easy feat.
…
Across the Heartvoid Continent, countless demons waited in anticipation for the day the identity of ‘Daoist Tianxin’ would be exposed.
Little did they know…
This ‘Daoist Tianxin’ was currently forging a terrifying Hunyuan weapon.
Time flowed onward.
In the following years, though one of Dongbo Xueying’s avatars meticulously forged the weapon, his other avatars continued their cultivation as usual. His recent insights into the ‘World Flower’ had granted him new realizations about the Void Dao, sparking flashes of inspiration. He absorbed and refined these epiphanies, steadily accumulating knowledge.
Meanwhile, whenever great massacres or calamities arose on the Heartvoid Continent, he would appear as Daoist Tianxin to intervene.
Though he had long publicly declared his stance—and even the scions of the Six Great Ancient Clans had been restrained—the Heartvoid Continent was simply too vast! In some remote corner, a demon might rise at any moment. Given the endless years of cultivation, many had tread the path of evil. The ‘demonic path’ allowed them to plunder and seize vast resources. Some even employed soul-devouring techniques—methods far more sinister, yet swifter in progress.
Thus, in a Source World as boundless as the Heartvoid, demons were innumerable. Many weak or obscure ones had never even heard of ‘Daoist Tianxin.’
Yet these lesser demons, though lacking in background or strength, were no less destructive.
…
“To die for this Cult Master is your honor,” sneered an ancient demon seated upon a throne, gazing at the countless cultivators captured before him.
Suddenly—
A white-robed figure emerged from the void, his gaze icy. “You wreak havoc upon countless lives. You deserve death.”
The moment the demon laid eyes on Dongbo Xueying, an instinctive terror seized him. Though he did not recognize ‘Daoist Tianxin,’ the overwhelming pressure radiating from the man—the sheer dominance permeating the void—filled him with dread. The gap between them was insurmountable. The demon slid from his throne, kneeling in prostration.
“Spare me! Spare me, Venerable One! I was wrong! I’ll change! I’ll serve you!” the demon begged.
Such ancient demons, having survived to this day, were long accustomed to bowing before the strong.
The countless cultivators below watched as their tormentor groveled, their hearts heavy with fear—fear that this powerful figure might spare the demon and abandon them.
“Worthless filth like you—serve me?” Dongbo Xueying snorted.
A ripple of spatial force swept forth.
The demon’s body silently disintegrated.
Turning to the masses below, Dongbo Xueying waved a hand. “Go. Live.”
With a grand teleportation, he sent them beyond the gates of a distant city.
…
Time and again, he slew demons. Time and again, he saved countless lives.
Though countless demons gnashed their teeth in hatred, just as many revered this savior.
“To live… to live is enough.”
“Grandfather, it was a man in white who saved us.”
“Yes… Your parents are gone. Had you perished too, I… I wouldn’t have known what to do.” A cultivator clutched a child, murmuring softly, his heart brimming with gratitude for their rescuer.
…
“We survived.” A pair of Dao companions embraced, weeping with joy after their ordeal.
…
“This life-saving grace—I shall never forget it.” Many cultivators etched this kindness into their hearts.
…
The number who revered Dongbo Xueying was beyond count.
Among them was even a mysterious little girl.
“Princess, the Sovereign warned you—the Heartvoid Continent is perilous. You were forbidden from venturing here recklessly. Yet you sneaked out! And see? The moment you did, you encountered a demon! Had you perished by that fiend’s hand… imagine the Sovereign’s grief!” A black-robed figure spoke in hushed tones, his voice trembling with lingering fear.
The little girl beside him, however, tilted her head up, gazing into the distant horizon. “I know I was wrong, Uncle Qiu. But who was the one who saved me?”
“From what we know of the Heartvoid Continent, that man in white is a peerless expert—one who single-handedly terrifies all demons across the land. His name is Daoist Tianxin,” the black-robed man said. “This time, we owe our lives to him. Otherwise… otherwise…”
“Daoist Tianxin?” The girl’s eyes sparkled.
“Come, we must return at once,” urged the black-robed man.
“Where does Daoist Tianxin live? I want to see him,” the girl insisted.
“His identity is a mystery. How would I know where he resides?” the man replied.
“Then investigate! I want to find him. I *must* find him,” the girl declared.
“Princess, it’s impossible! Daoist Tianxin’s actions have made him enemies of every demon on the Heartvoid Continent. He dares not reveal his true identity—how could we possibly locate him?” The black-robed man sighed. Just then, starlight coalesced beside them, forming into a resplendent figure clad in radiant robes.
“Sovereign!” The black-robed man immediately bowed in reverence.
The starlit-robed man glared at his daughter, his voice laced with fury and fear. “You reckless child! Fleeing without word, leaving even your communication artifacts behind—all to evade my notice! You nearly… nearly lost your life!”
“But I’m fine,” the girl muttered, lowering her head.
“Hmph. Your audacity grows by the day. It seems stricter supervision is needed.” The man seized his daughter’s tiny hand. “We leave now.”
“Father! Father! I want to meet Daoist Tianxin!” the girl cried.
The man paused, then said calmly, “I shall dispatch agents to investigate. Once his identity is uncovered, I shall arrange for you to meet him. After all, he did save your life.”
With that, he vanished alongside his daughter and subordinate, leaving no trace behind.
…
Countless lives saved. Countless hearts filled with gratitude. And Dongbo Xueying? He found ever greater joy and fulfillment in his purpose. Thus, the days flowed onward.
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