Fengyun Yilei was fleeing at breakneck speed, yet his heart grew colder with each passing moment.
Behind him, the towering giant—the master of the Abyssal Sea—strolled leisurely, his steps seemingly casual, yet in the blink of an eye, over a hundred cultivators were crushed beneath his feet.
“Master of the Abyssal Sea, can you spare me? I am willing to obey your every command!” Xie Fan, not far from Fengyun Yilei, desperately sent a mental message to the colossal figure. The short, elderly Xie Fan gazed at the Abyssal Sea Master with a hint of fawning humility in his eyes—he cared nothing for pride.
Among the countless cultivators trampled to death, a rare few had begged for mercy and pledged allegiance.
For some cultivators, survival was everything—as long as they lived, there was always hope.
*Boom.*
A massive foot descended, reflecting in Xie Fan’s widened eyes before he was reduced to dust.
The Abyssal Sea Master’s gaze turned even colder.
*Mercy?*
After enduring endless torment and suffering for countless years, did these weaklings think they deserved mercy?
No.
They would all die. Every last one.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
The Abyssal Sea Master continued his relentless stomping, his fury burning like an inferno. The rage of ages, suppressed for eons, demanded vengeance. And yet, even now, he remained shackled, unable to escape this world. Fear gnawed at him—if the cultivators’ side sent a powerful Hunyuan expert before he could break free, his weakened state under the sealing array would spell his doom.
The threat of death still loomed.
How could he possibly spare these insignificant ants?
*Crush them all! Not a single one left!*
“Fengyun Yilei.” The Abyssal Sea Master’s eyes locked onto the fleeing figure, his expression twisting into a vicious snarl. Among these weaklings, the one he most desired to kill—after the deceased Flying Snow Divine Emperor—was this very man.
“City Lord Fengyun…”
“Brother Fengyun is about to fall too?”
The other fleeing cultivators watched in despair, knowing they would soon share his fate.
Most cultivators in the Sacred World of Cultivation lacked avatars.
Those hailing from places like the Thunder World—non-Source Worlds—rarely mastered the art of avatars. Only those from Source Worlds stood a chance, and even then, it depended on their cultivation path. Only those who walked the Void Path or practiced certain esoteric methods could hope to manifest an avatar.
Avatars were rare treasures.
In the Sacred World, most bore traces of Hunyuan bloodlines, making avatars nearly impossible. Even among those who comprehended the Dao, few possessed them—whether due to their origins or the nature of their path.
Those with avatars were a rare exception.
“There’s no escape.”
“I, Fengyun Yilei, have reached the half-Hunyuan level in two Daos. With my foundation, even in the face of death, there remains a sliver of hope for a breakthrough.”
Fengyun Yilei stopped fleeing and turned to face his doom.
His sharp, frenzied gaze locked onto the towering figure of the Abyssal Sea Master. There was no fear—only madness.
*Fight.*
*Break through—or die.*
“Hahaha!” The Abyssal Sea Master’s foot descended like a thunderbolt, his laughter booming across the sky. Among these weaklings, only a handful stirred his bloodlust when crushed.
*Boom!*
A colossal foot crashed down from the clouds.
The watching cultivators flinched. This was the most prodigious genius of the Sacred World—before Dongbo Xueying’s arrival. Was he truly about to perish here?
Fengyun Yilei stared upward, unblinking.
*Whoosh.*
A massive hand, nearly a thousand miles long, materialized. Its skin was pale, almost translucent, shimmering with a gentle radiance. The hand moved with deceptive slowness, effortlessly scooping Fengyun Yilei into its palm before withdrawing.
*Boom!*
The Abyssal Sea Master’s foot slammed into the snow-covered ground, shattering the earth.
He had missed.
Fengyun Yilei was still alive.
The Abyssal Sea Master’s eyes bulged as he beheld the towering figure before him—a white-robed youth standing at equal height, their gazes clashing. The youth’s lips curled into a faint smile.
“You… you…” The Abyssal Sea Master’s voice trembled. “Flying Snow Divine Emperor?”
He recognized him instantly—the very man he had crushed moments ago.
Yet here he stood, alive.
The Flying Snow Divine Emperor, now eight thousand miles tall, radiated the aura of a half-Hunyuan lifeform.
*How?*
Within the Abyssal Sea Master’s dominion, even the rules of the Sacred World were suppressed. No one—not even a World-Class Hunyuan lifeform—should be able to teleport here.
And yet, this insignificant ant had reappeared, his body towering at eight thousand miles.
“You didn’t die?” the Abyssal Sea Master growled. “How?”
“You can’t kill me,” Dongbo Xueying replied calmly.
Indeed.
Though his physical form had been destroyed, he could manipulate the Sacred World’s energy and even a fraction of its origin power. In an instant, the origin power had reformed his body beside the Abyssal Sea Master. For the world’s origin, crafting such a feeble vessel was child’s play.
Empowered by the world’s energy, Dongbo Xueying effortlessly resisted the Abyssal Sea Master’s dominion, maintaining his colossal form.
Eight thousand miles?
He could have been eighty thousand—or eight hundred thousand.
But for rescuing others, eight thousand sufficed.
The dominion’s pressure was negligible against the world’s might. Yet its rules were absolute—no teleportation. Even Dongbo Xueying couldn’t bypass that.
But as the World Envoy, once beyond the dominion’s reach, he could teleport freely across the Sacred World.
—
“This… this is the Flying Snow Divine Emperor?”
“He died! How is he here, in such a massive form?”
The fleeing cultivators gaped in disbelief.
Had he broken through to Hunyuan?
No. His aura remained that of a half-Hunyuan lifeform.
Then how?
“I… I was saved?” Fengyun Yilei, cradled in Dongbo Xueying’s palm, stared up at the towering figure. “He hasn’t reached Hunyuan. How…?”
A non-Hunyuan, daring to challenge a World-Class Hunyuan lifeform?
It defied all reason.
“I don’t know how you survived, or how you maintain this form in my dominion,” the Abyssal Sea Master snarled. “But you’re still just an ant. *Die!*”
His sixteen tentacles lashed out, shattering the void with apocalyptic force.
*Whoosh.*
Dongbo Xueying moved.
His afterimages multiplied—each one rescuing a cultivator.
The Abyssal Sea Master lunged, but Dongbo Xueying was faster, darting past him to save others.
“Impossible!”
“His speed…!”
The Abyssal Sea Master’s fury mounted, but he couldn’t keep up. Dongbo Xueying, bolstered by the world’s energy, moved with the swiftness of a high-tier Hunyuan lifeform.
Against the shackled, sluggish Abyssal Sea Master, he was untouchable.
“Go!” Dongbo Xueying commanded, channeling the world’s energy to accelerate the fleeing cultivators.
“You think you can save them all?” the Abyssal Sea Master roared. Chasing Dongbo Xueying was futile—but the scattered cultivators were easy prey.
*Boom!*
He charged toward a group, his tentacles sweeping like pillars of destruction.
Dongbo Xueying intercepted him, wielding a spear ten thousand miles long.
“You dare block me?” the Abyssal Sea Master bellowed. “Die!”
*Boom! Boom! Boom!*
Sixteen tentacles struck with devastating force.
Dongbo Xueying was sent flying back hundreds of thousands of miles, staggering before steadying himself.
“The Sacred World’s energy pales compared to a Source World’s,” he mused. “Yet even with this much power, I’m still outmatched by a weakened World-Class Hunyuan.”
The onlookers were stunned.
“He… he blocked a World-Class Hunyuan?”
“Flying Snow Divine Emperor—his aura isn’t even Hunyuan!”
“How?!”
Even the Abyssal Sea Master was baffled.
“Are you hiding your power?” he roared. “Have you already reached high-tier Hunyuan?”
But no. A true high-tier Hunyuan couldn’t conceal their nature from him.
And Dongbo Xueying had no Hunyuan bloodline.
A sudden breakthrough to such heights was impossible—unless he had transcended all limits, becoming a supreme Lord.
But then, a mere flick of his finger would have sufficed to annihilate the Abyssal Sea Master.
“This makes no sense!”
—
Across the Infinite Hunyuan Space, observers were equally confounded.
A half-Hunyuan lifeform, wielding high-tier Hunyuan strength?
Unheard of.
“I confirm—he is not yet Hunyuan,” a supreme Lord declared.
“He harnesses the world’s power,” mused Lord Yuan. “Strange. He hasn’t refined the world’s origin, yet commands its energy. Perhaps his soul’s insights are the key.”
For the first time, the exalted beings of the Infinite Hunyuan Space took notice of this anomaly—Dongbo Xueying.
A man who defied all understanding.
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