When Dongbo Xueying’s avatar was destroyed, another one silently infiltrated the Elder Hall.
It must be noted that when deciding to aid the native team, Dongbo Xueying had left behind several avatars—though only one was exceptionally powerful.
“These gray eyes…” Dongbo Xueying’s avatar flashed to the strange fruit tree. Despite the oppressive aura emanating from the gray eye atop the tree, which suffused the entire Elder Hall, he reached out without hesitation. The moment his fingers touched the eye—
**Boom!**
A hazy vision unfolded before him.
Dongbo Xueying faintly glimpsed an unimaginably colossal entity, so vast it dwarfed even an entire Sacred World in sheer size. Its existence transcended mere physical dimensions—it seemed woven from layers of esoteric spaces, existing simultaneously across past, present, and future. This was a being far more terrifying than the ‘Ten Thousand Tentacles Dragon-Spawn’ he had encountered before. If the latter were an ant, this towering figure loomed like a dragon soaring beyond the heavens.
“What is—” Dongbo Xueying barely discerned its form—a bizarre creature with dozens of hooved limbs, its body densely covered in countless eyes.
**Boom!**
The instant his fingers brushed the gray eye, the fleeting vision of that monstrous entity vanished. Then, an overwhelming force erupted, far surpassing even the Divine Emperor’s wrathful strikes. His avatar disintegrated without a sound.
**”Hmph.”**
The inky-black giant, the ‘Divine Emperor,’ materialized at the Elder Hall’s entrance with a cold snort. “Foolish. Only an outsider would dare touch it. No native would be so reckless.”
Though the Divine Emperor lacked expertise in area-of-effect techniques, his dominion over the floating island was absolute. An unseen force had long enveloped the entire territory, detecting Dongbo Xueying’s avatars.
**Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!**
Despite knowing their locations, he teleported repeatedly, annihilating each avatar.
Even after their destruction, his fury simmered. The loss of subordinates mattered little—what irked him was the theft of the Yin Spirit Fruit, a resource he monopolized. One had been stolen, and the rest remained unripe, useless to one of his stature.
“The Bloodflame Clan… Not only did they bring so many elites, but they also wielded their ancestral treasure. And that escape—wasn’t that the spirit leaf bestowed upon them by the ‘Nine-Tailed Sage’? Wasted so frivolously?” The Divine Emperor mused darkly. The Nine-Tailed Sage was one of the eight supreme Low-Level Primordial Lifeforms reigning atop the Broken Tooth Mountain Range.
“And that swordsman…” With a flicker, he vanished, giving chase.
—
The Swordmaster, wielder of the Supreme Legacy, was indeed versatile.
Offense, defense, evasion—he excelled in all. Unaffected by Dongbo Xueying, the Insect Ancestor, or the native team, he blazed across the sky as a streak of sword light, his speed breathtaking.
He retraced their inbound path without hesitation.
Dongbo Xueying’s primary avatar, housed within the Swordmaster’s pocket dimension, unleashed illusions to hinder the pursuing Grand Elder. With the Grand Elder’s strength diminished, his threat waned—his techniques too crude to pose real danger.
**Boom—**
The Divine Emperor’s colossal foot descended from the void, its shadow swallowing the Swordmaster whole.
**Crash!**
Countless sword rays shattered. The Swordmaster was sent tumbling, far more battered than when facing the Grand Elder at full power. Against the Divine Emperor—even weakened by thirty percent—the battle was utterly one-sided. The Swordmaster could only struggle to survive.
“This is terrifying,” the Swordmaster transmitted mentally. “Xueying, you claimed his strength had dropped by thirty percent?”
“I’ve witnessed his full might—comparable to the Deathless Nether Emperor’s desperate strikes,” Dongbo Xueying replied from within the pocket dimension.
“Even weakened, his power eclipses even the Summer Emperor’s—at least double in potency. Thankfully, his techniques are crude. If his mastery matched theirs, escape would be impossible.”
“Such overwhelming power paired with supreme skill? If every floating island were like this, it’d be no trial for us cultivators!” Dongbo Xueying retorted. “Swordmaster, it’s up to you now. If we fail, our avatars perish, and our treasures are lost.”
“Relax.”
The Swordmaster fought with everything he had. Without Dongbo Xueying’s illusions, his odds of escape would’ve been fifty-fifty. Now, they soared to ninety percent.
As a Supreme Legacy wielder, his survival skills ranked among the best even among invincible existences.
—
After over an hour of relentless flight, a sword light finally breached the floating island’s bounds.
**”ROAR—!”**
The Divine Emperor bellowed in fury from the edge, his icy gaze fixed on the distant streak.
The Swordmaster rematerialized, then vanished with a teleport.
“Damn it!”
The Divine Emperor seethed. The treasures taken were trivial to the Deathless Tribes—left unguarded precisely because they held no value. Yet their theft, and the cultivators’ escape, stung his pride.
He didn’t pursue. Outside the island, teleportation rendered chase futile. With a final glare, he retreated.
—
In the void beyond the island, Dongbo Xueying, the Swordmaster, and the Insect Ancestor gathered, elatedly inspecting their spoils.
“Hah! This haul is immense. If every venture were this fruitful, it’d be beyond belief,” the Insect Ancestor marveled.
The Swordmaster shook his head lightly. “Xueying’s trump card turned the tide, sweeping aside the Deathless Tribes’ elites. The native team’s guidance spared us the island’s hazards, and their diversion bought us time. This success was a confluence of fortune.”
“Agreed.” Dongbo Xueying nodded. “Per our custom, we’ll send the loot back first. Losing avatars is one thing—losing treasures is another.”
“Agreed.”
“To Snowfall City,” the Insect Ancestor and Swordmaster chorused, trusting Dongbo Xueying implicitly.
A dark rift tore open beside them, and a white-robed avatar emerged. Within the Broken Tooth Mountain Range, only the floating islands barred Greater Void Transference.
The avatar vanished, treasures in tow, bound for Snowfall City.
—
“Emperor Snowfall!”
Prince Yan Ji of the Bloodflame Clan and his retinue materialized nearby, approaching swiftly.
“We heard the Divine Emperor’s roar and sought you out. You teleported quite far,” Prince Yan Ji remarked with a smile.
“A precaution,” the Swordmaster replied.
Prince Yan Ji bowed slightly. “We owe you our gratitude—especially you, Emperor Snowfall. Without you, the Yin Spirit Fruit would’ve been beyond reach. As promised, the Bloodflame Clan repays its debts.” He tossed over a storage artifact. “These are cultivator relics from our history. Useless to us, but perhaps valuable to you.”
Dongbo Xueying caught the bracelet and scanned its contents—artifacts of varying grades, including two supreme-tier treasures.
“Two supreme relics,” he informed the others.
“Yours,” the Swordmaster said. The Insect Ancestor nodded. “This bounty is thanks to you.”
“We’ll divide them later.” Dongbo Xueying waved it off. At his level, enlightenment trumped material gains—much like the likes of Patriarch Fan, who’d trade treasures for breakthroughs.
Another avatar was dispatched to ferry the spoils home.
Then, Dongbo Xueying turned to Prince Yan Ji. “Your Highness, what of the gray eye atop the Yin Spirit Fruit tree?”
That eye was his true prize from this venture.
Though its touch had granted only a fleeting glimpse of an unfathomable horror, Dongbo Xueying recognized its significance. Within its structure, he’d discerned traces of an esoteric illusion formation—one so profound that, across the Heart Realm Continent, perhaps only he could decipher it.
His mastery of the Illusory Path of the Void neared the fusion of its five branches. Even without external aid, he’d eventually reach the apex. This eye’s fragmented illusion offered a shortcut—a glimpse into a Primordial-level construct.
If complete, it might drastically accelerate his ascent to the ultimate realm.
“The gray eye?” Prince Yan Ji blinked. “Ah, yes. Many floating islands harbor such eyes. Legends say they’re remnants of a Primordial creature’s corpse—discarded by ‘Yuan’ himself. Their power is absolute. None dare touch them.”
—
Dongbo Xueying’s mind raced.
*That colossal entity I glimpsed… Was it dead?*
The eye bore no vitality, yet its aura endured, annihilating his avatar with a touch. Such terror aligned with rumors—that the Broken Tooth Mountain Range housed the carcasses of Primordial beings capable of wounding even Yuan.
The living Low-Level Primordial creatures here were mere insects to Yuan.
The true nightmares existed only as corpses.
And within one such relic, Dongbo Xueying had found his key.
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