Chapter 1382: Weapons

The Origin World of Home.

In a private courtyard belonging to himself and his wife, Jing Qiu, Dongbo Xueying sat alone beneath a pavilion, wholly immersed in cultivation, preparing to break through to the rank of “Domain Lord” in a single breath within the next two hours.

News of his ascension as a Hunyuan powerhouse, the slaying of the Sacred Master, and the upheavals across the Chaos Void—none of these had Dongbo Xueying discussed in detail with Ancestor Tianyu, the Sword Master, the Blade Emperor, or the Witch Ancestor. After all, these matters involved too much and carried too great an impact! It would be better to find a dedicated time to explain everything to them thoroughly.

As for now? Cultivation took precedence!

“Whoosh.” A figure appeared on the grassy lawn.

Dongbo Xueying glanced up and immediately rose to his feet. “City Lord Luo.”

“I know you’ve just broken through and need to consolidate your strength. I didn’t intend to disturb you, but there’s something urgent that requires your assistance,” City Lord Luo said.

“Please speak, City Lord Luo,” Dongbo Xueying responded promptly.

“You just slew that Abyssal Sea Master—excellent work,” City Lord Luo remarked. “Despite being imprisoned, suppressed, and bound under such harsh conditions, he never dared to reach the pinnacle of a high-level Hunyuan lifeform. He bided his time, preparing meticulously until he broke through in one breath, not only reaching the pinnacle but even ascending to the World-level Hunyuan tier. His potential was immense, and he had a great chance of reaching the World-level Hunyuan pinnacle. Who knows? He might have even become another born Primordial Hunyuan Lifeform. By killing him, you’ve eliminated a great threat.”

Dongbo Xueying listened intently.

“Primordials are the born Hunyuan lifeforms equivalent to Domain Lords,” City Lord Luo explained. “Though they haven’t grasped the essence of the Dao, they’ve pushed their bloodline power to its limits. Each one is formidable, and only by joining forces can the Domain Lords hope to slay a Primordial. For instance, the two born Hunyuan lifeforms in the Broken Tooth Mountain Range of the Heart Realm Continent you once visited—they were two Primordials.”

“I see,” Dongbo Xueying nodded in realization.

“This Hunyuan Space is infinitely vast, filled with countless mysteries. The born Primordial Hunyuan lifeforms are merely our greatest enemies—there are many other dangers lurking,” City Lord Luo continued. “Though we Domain Lords are the most powerful individuals in the boundless Hunyuan Space, our numbers are far too few—only eight in total.”

“But enough of that for now. You’ll learn all this in time,” City Lord Luo added quickly. “The Abyssal Sea Master’s potential had drawn the attention of some Primordials among the born Hunyuan lifeforms. They’ve intensified their assaults on us, and even we eight Domain Lords are temporarily pinned down. They dispatched several World-level Hunyuan lifeforms to rescue the Abyssal Sea Master. Though you killed him, the Primordials will only grow more furious. The World-level Hunyuan lifeforms about to arrive will wreak havoc, destroying the cultivation sanctuary we painstakingly built, along with other key locations. I need you to stall them temporarily. Our reinforcements are on their way.”

“Understood. I’ll do my utmost to delay them,” Dongbo Xueying pledged immediately.

Only now did he realize—the cultivators’ faction in the boundless Hunyuan Space seemed to be struggling. No wonder City Lord Luo, Yuan, and the others spared no effort in nurturing weaker cultivators, hoping for more Hunyuan powerhouses to emerge. Their side was simply lacking in strength!

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Deep within an abyssal tunnel in the boundless Hunyuan Space—a void passage that quietly bypassed the many barriers erected by the cultivators’ faction—a streak of light streaked forward.

The figure was clad in countless golden scales, with twelve golden horns atop its head and dark yellow eyes. It had eight thick, scaled arms, each inscribed with intricate patterns that covered its entire body.

This was Yan—a late-stage World-level Hunyuan lifeform. Being the closest, he had been ordered to carry out the rescue.

“What? Dead?” Yan seethed with anger.

“Killed by a newly ascended World-level Hunyuan powerhouse called the Flying Snow Divine Emperor? And he’s already mid-stage upon breaking through?” Yan’s eyes gleamed with malice. “He won’t stop me.”

He was confident.

After all, there was a minor tier between them. He could easily slay this “Flying Snow Divine Emperor,” then proceed to ravage the cultivators’ key locations. And he had reinforcements on the way.

“The Primordials have ordered the destruction of all fifteen worlds built by the Domain Lords in this region,” Yan mused before resuming his full-speed advance. He understood—the Primordials were enraged and launching another offensive. Destroying these fifteen worlds was merely the first objective here.

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The Cultivation Sanctuary.

Dongbo Xueying shrank back to his normal size, collecting the remnants of the Abyssal Sea Master’s flesh with a wave of his hand. The chains in the air swiftly vanished.

“It’s done,” Dongbo Xueying murmured, gazing at the ruins of Scarlet Cloud City in the distance with a sigh.

Not long ago, he hadn’t even broken free from the cage to achieve Hunyuan.

Now, he had slain a World-level Hunyuan lifeform. But in roughly two hours, he would ascend to Domain Lord. Such feats were nothing extraordinary now.

“Flying Snow Divine Emperor.” A voice called from afar.

Dongbo Xueying sensed it and turned.

A red-nosed old man with a gourd hanging from his waist pierced through the world’s barrier, flying toward him with a smile. “I am Redpeak Daoist, the Seventh Domain’s inspector under the Domain Lords. On my way here, I witnessed everything you did, Flying Snow Divine Emperor. To reach mid-stage World-level Hunyuan upon breaking through—truly admirable.”

“He was bound by the formation chains. Killing him was no great feat,” Dongbo Xueying replied modestly.

“Has the Domain Lord informed you of the situation?” Redpeak Daoist asked.

“City Lord Luo has already explained,” Dongbo Xueying nodded.

“The Primordial Hunyuan lifeforms must have been desperate to save the Abyssal Sea Master. Now that they’ve failed, they’ll be furious. A full-scale assault is inevitable,” Redpeak Daoist said urgently. “This is merely a weak inspection avatar of mine, not even a thousandth of my peak strength. I can’t participate in such battles—it’s up to you, Flying Snow Divine Emperor.”

“Understood,” Dongbo Xueying smiled.

A main combat avatar was all one had.

The others were far weaker, especially when patrolling vast regions—many avatars were needed to cover all areas.

“Flying Snow Divine Emperor,” Redpeak Daoist added, “I must warn you—those daring to invade our territory, originally sent to rescue the Abyssal Sea Master, will undoubtedly be formidable. World-level Hunyuan pinnacle experts are highly likely. Stall them if you can, but if the enemy is too strong, don’t force it. Even if they destroy three or five worlds, so be it. Our reinforcements will arrive in time.”

After all, one couldn’t place too high a demand on a newly ascended powerhouse like Dongbo Xueying.

Asking a mid-stage World-level Hunyuan to face a pinnacle opponent? That was asking too much.

“I’ll do my best,” Dongbo Xueying assured. Then he added, “By the way, Inspector Redpeak, there’s something I need your help with.”

“Speak freely,” Redpeak Daoist replied. “We cultivators who’ve broken free from the cage to achieve Hunyuan must support one another to stand firm in this endless Hunyuan Space.”

Dongbo Xueying nodded.

It seemed camaraderie among Hunyuan powerhouses was generally strong.

“I lack a weapon,” Dongbo Xueying admitted. “Now that my strength has surged, I don’t have a suitable spear.” At his level, ordinary weapons would shatter instantly in battle. Without a proper weapon, he’d have to rely on his body alone.

“A weapon?” Redpeak Daoist grimaced. “My apologies—this is merely a weak inspection avatar. I don’t carry powerful weapons. I don’t even have a single decent one on me.”

Dongbo Xueying paused.

Right. Weak avatars wouldn’t carry important items.

“Inspector Redpeak, do you have any forging methods for Hunyuan weapons? Could you share them with me?” Dongbo Xueying pressed. “I’m not well-versed in crafting Hunyuan weapons, but with the methods, I’m confident I can forge one quickly.”

“Weapon forging isn’t that simple,” Redpeak Daoist said, handing him a bracelet. “This is a communication artifact forged by another Domain Lord, Yuan. You might not have one yet—use this for now. When you engage the enemy, I can stay in touch. As for forging methods, I’ll transmit them to you directly. Among Hunyuan powerhouses, these methods are freely shared.”

Dongbo Xueying took it, refined it, and immediately received a flood of information—twelve distinct forging methods for Hunyuan weapons.

“Also, during my inspections across the Hunyuan Space, I’ve gathered some special materials. Patrols are long, so I collect them occasionally. Consider this a gift,” Redpeak Daoist said, tossing over a storage treasure.

Dongbo Xueying checked it.

Impressive.

Inside were dazzling arrays of extraordinary materials, each radiating unique auras. The boundless Hunyuan Space held countless wonders, and what Redpeak Daoist collected was naturally exceptional. Common items like “Hunyuan Sand” were beneath his notice—they were everywhere.

“Thank you, Inspector Redpeak,” Dongbo Xueying said gratefully.

“A small matter. But I suspect the enemy will arrive soon. You won’t have time to forge a weapon,” Redpeak Daoist shook his head.

Dongbo Xueying smiled. “Inspector Redpeak, come with me.”

With a step, space split open before them. The countless sealing chains surrounding the world didn’t hinder them as they exited the Cultivation Sanctuary.

Emerging into the vast Hunyuan Space, Dongbo Xueying couldn’t help but marvel at the countless fissures stretching endlessly across the void. Before achieving Hunyuan, he couldn’t see their ends. Now he could—though the fissures still spanned unimaginable distances.

“These are blade scars left by the Domain Lords,” Redpeak Daoist said with awe. “They’ve endured in the Hunyuan Space for ages without fading. Most World-level Hunyuan lifeforms wouldn’t dare charge through—they’d be annihilated instantly.”

Dongbo Xueying was stunned.

So powerful?

Just the residual scars of City Lord Luo’s blade were this terrifying?

“Each of the eight Domain Lords has mastered the Dao of Hunyuan. For instance, Domain Lord Yuan is the most versatile—he’s the only one capable of creating Source Worlds. Domain Lord Starlight is the most feared by the born Hunyuan lifeforms, for he excels in ambushes. Even Primordials struggle to detect him. And City Lord Luo’s blade is the most fearsome in all the boundless Hunyuan Space.”

Dongbo Xueying nodded, absorbing this while simultaneously studying the forging methods Redpeak Daoist had provided.

They were complex.

But his inner “Illusory World Universe” had evolved to a higher level, becoming a vast Illusory Space. Crafting weapons here was far simpler—many components could be conjured from nothing.

“Good. This will do,” Dongbo Xueying decided instantly.

With a wave, the surrounding Hunyuan Space trembled as vast quantities of Hunyuan Sand were gathered—a common substance found everywhere. In three breaths, he’d collected ten trillion jin.

“Back in the Heart Realm Continent, gathering even ten thousand jin was difficult. Now, ten trillion jin is effortless,” Dongbo Xueying mused. Like mortals digging earth from the land, Hunyuan Sand was so abundant that even Void-path Cosmic Gods could gather it.

“Forging.”

With a thought, the ten trillion jin of Hunyuan Sand—supplemented by Redpeak Daoist’s materials and his own conjured components—began forming into a weapon. Intricate patterns materialized on the sand with a mere thought.

Five breaths later.

“Done.”

Dongbo Xueying smiled. As an Illusory Path expert, he was likely the fastest weapon forger.

A black spear appeared in the Hunyuan Space—massive as a celestial pillar, covered in flowing patterns.

“A Hunyuan weapon? So fast?” Redpeak Daoist gaped.

Dongbo Xueying beckoned, and the spear shrank to a manageable two meters, fitting snugly in his grip.

“This weapon is crude—I had to rely on sheer quantity,” Dongbo Xueying admitted. For others, refining ten trillion jin of Hunyuan Sand would be arduous. But in his Illusory Space, it was effortless. “Its power is average, but it’s sturdy enough.”

Among World-level Hunyuan weapons, his was low-tier.

But given the time constraints, it would suffice.

Sturdiness was all he needed.

Soon, he’d ascend to Domain Lord. Then he could forge a proper weapon at leisure. This one would do for now.

“Hmm?” Redpeak Daoist’s expression shifted as he gazed into the distance. “Flying Snow Divine Emperor, I sense the enemy approaching. I’ll guide you there.”

“So soon?” Dongbo Xueying was startled—his weapon had just been forged.

With a thought, a weak avatar split off and flew back into the Cultivation Sanctuary as a contingency.

“Let’s go.”

Dongbo Xueying and Redpeak Daoist sped toward the impending battle.