Chapter 352: Inner Courtyard Disciple

“Secret technique of the True Intent of the Void Realm?”

The old man with a white beard curled his lips, his eyes scanning the surroundings. “It seems you really have something to rely on this time. Go ahead, hiding won’t let you defeat me.”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Countless ripples radiated outward from the old man as their center, powerful enough to shatter techniques like the Void Realm’s clone illusions. One must understand that ordinary newly ascended deities would be shattered by these ripples. Let alone Dongbo Xueying, whose “Void Realm Clone” had only reached the peak of the third tier. The strength of the Void Realm Clone could barely suppress an era, still falling short compared to newly ascended deities.

The old man with a white beard held a black slender sword and calmly waited for Dongbo Xueying to strike.

At this moment, Dongbo Xueying was hidden within the Void Realm. He had become the Void Realm itself. Without attacking, no one could detect his presence. He would only be exposed when he launched an attack.

“He’s coming!” The old man’s eyes suddenly lit up, but then quickly turned to confusion and shock.

Boom! Boom!

From two different void spaces in front of and behind the old man, two black lances pierced forth, each carrying scenes of stars expanding, collapsing, and perishing. The sheer might of these attacks sent shivers down one’s spine.

The two lances struck from two different directions.

“How is this possible! One of these lances must be fake, but why didn’t it get destroyed by my domain secret technique?” The old man was astonished. This meant that the false lance had at least withstood the power of his domain secret technique.

Despite his shock, the old man reacted immediately.

His black slender sword slashed through the air and vanished. It transformed into an inconspicuous ripple, instantly sweeping across both directions!

Dang! Puh!

One lance was blocked while the other began to shatter upon contact with the ripple of the black slender sword.

The surroundings grew quiet.

Dongbo Xueying had already withdrawn his lance and hidden once more within the Void Realm. He had vanished again, leaving no trace.

“It actually has three-tenths of his power?” The old man looked around in amazement. “Your True Intent of the Void Realm is only at the peak of the third tier, yet this clone of yours already possesses thirty percent of your true self’s strength.”

“That’s nothing special. Once I master the ‘Void Divine Heart,’ my Void Realm True Body will possess the same strength as my true self.” Dongbo Xueying’s voice echoed through the vast space. “Senior, your sword technique secret art is indeed formidable. I believed my Star Collapse Strike was already extremely fast, and with a sudden attack from front and back, making it difficult to distinguish truth from illusion, yet you managed to block both lances in an instant.”

Dongbo Xueying had spent eleven years on the Red Dust Island.

Most of his time was dedicated to practicing his spear techniques and comprehending True Intent. Only a small portion was spent researching secret techniques. Under a hundredfold time acceleration, he had actually spent over two hundred years researching and finally created a complete set of spear techniques.

One of the moves was an auxiliary secret art called “Condense Truth!”

Truth is also illusion, illusion is also truth.

“Truth is also illusion” meant achieving a formless body, which marked the third tier of the True Intent of the Void Realm.

“Illusion is also truth” meant that a Void Realm Clone could completely mirror the original, forming an identical body with equal strength. This body was known as the “Void Realm True Body,” the realm of the Void Divine Heart! During combat, the true self remained hidden, making it difficult for enemies to find. The one that attacked was the “Void Realm True Body,” which was extremely powerful.

Dongbo Xueying, with his high cultivation, had watched the imprints left by many seniors on the Red Dust Island, constantly pondering and refining his skills, striving to transform his “Void Realm Clone” into a true body.

Now…

This secret art “Condense Truth” had reached its peak. His true self could merge with the scenery of the Void Realm, and he could also allow a clone to reach thirty percent of his true self’s strength.

…

“Senior, try this move again,” Dongbo Xueying’s voice echoed through the vast space.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two black lances pierced forth from the same direction. This time, the tips of both lances faintly displayed the scene of “Polar Point Rolling Penetration,” that polar point, like the beginning and end of all things. Both lances struck out extremely fast, and as soon as they pierced into the void, they disappeared from sight. The old man with a white beard smiled again and waved his black slender sword, which also vanished into nothingness.

The two lances and the slender sword traveled on another level, constantly colliding.

One of the lances sometimes dissipated and then reformed. When it reformed, it suddenly became a real lance. The other lance was fake.

Truth and falsehood intertwined, making it difficult to discern.

Puh! Puh! Puh! …

The two lances moved at an extreme speed, launching furious attacks on a deeper energy level, while the black slender sword struggled to defend.

Puh!

One of the lances instantly pierced through the defense and stabbed into the old man’s chest, with a part of the lance tip protruding from his back.

At this moment, the entire lance truly appeared in the real world.

“So fast,” the old man with a white beard said in surprise, looking at Dongbo Xueying.

“Your sword is faster, but unfortunately, you only have one sword, while I have two lances,” Dongbo Xueying, dressed in white, stepped out from the Void Realm and sheathed his lance. “That’s how I managed to win.”

“There is no such thing as a lucky victory,” the old man’s wound healed, and he shook his head. “At the fifth level, you defeated me with simplicity overcoming complexity. At the sixth level, you countered speed with speed, combining speed and illusion to defeat me directly… I admit defeat wholeheartedly. Dongbo Xueying, you haven’t even reached the Divine Heart Realm in any of your three Intents, yet you’ve reached the threshold of an inner sect disciple. I truly admire you. When I was a Transcendent, I was far inferior to you.”

“Senior flatters me,” Dongbo Xueying replied.

“Alright, let’s go out. You’ve won. You’ve passed the sixth level, so you’re now an inner sect disciple,” the old man with a white beard said.

He truly admired Dongbo Xueying.

Creating secret techniques was no easy task.

Yet Dongbo Xueying had created an entire set of spear techniques, and during their creation, he had clearly considered coordination! The spear moves complemented each other, causing their power to surge dramatically.

…

Inside an elegant pavilion on the Red Dust Island.

A man dressed in exquisite robes, ‘Hongshi,’ stepped out of the pavilion, his face filled with joy. “So quickly? He’s already become an inner sect disciple?”

…

At the top of the colossal vine that pierced through two worlds, a green-haired woman named Xi Wei appeared. She also looked toward the distant Red Dust Island, her eyes filled with disbelief. “Dongbo Xueying has become an inner sect disciple?”

…

In the upper world space of Hongshi Mountain, it was incredibly vast, spanning billions of miles. Countless lives thrived here, divided into countless kingdoms and sects. Almost all of them were unaware that this was just one world within the treasure artifact ‘Hongshi Mountain.’ Beyond it lay the boundless divine realm and abyss.

Within this world, the two World Gods naturally held the highest status.

“Hmm?” A young man in a thick robe, hidden within an ordinary manor, was studying a complex divine seal. The seal floated, with countless golden divine patterns changing. Suddenly, the young man extended his hand and grabbed the floating divine seal, looking up toward the direction of the Red Dust Island in the high sky. “What? That little fellow has already become an inner sect disciple? How many years have passed?”

…

In another sword sect.

A youth clad in a crimson robe served as an elder of the Sword Sect, occasionally instructing a handful of disciples. This sect spanned from newly initiated Transcendents to the grandmaster himself—all formidable divine experts. Yet none among them knew that this crimson-cloaked youth was, in truth, an immensely powerful World God.

“Master, master, must I continue training like this? How much longer must I endure?” A plump youth cried out, slashing his blade against a tree whose wounds kept miraculously healing.

“Keep practicing! If you don’t, get lost!”

The youth in the crimson cloak sat far away, indulging in food and drink, casually replying.

The chubby youth was utterly helpless. Why did he have to become this master’s disciple? No wonder within the sect, his master had the fewest followers.

“Hmm?” The youth in the crimson cloak suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp glint. “That little one has already become…?”

Swoosh.

In an instant, he had already vanished.

“Master, master, don’t go!” The plump youth cried out, yet continued his sword drills helplessly. His master had commanded him not to cease, and he dared not disobey.

…

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Four figures successively appeared at the foot of the Ascending Cloud Tower, gazing at the tower’s exit.

When Dongbo Xueying, dressed in white, walked out from within, he couldn’t help but startle. Why had four people suddenly appeared at the tower’s entrance? He recognized Senior Xi Wei and Senior Hongshi, but who were the other two?

The young man in the thick robe had an inwardly restrained aura, like an unfathomable abyss, impossible to probe.

The other young man in the crimson cloak exuded a sharpness that made one’s heart tremble. Even a faint trace of his aura made Dongbo Xueying’s heart quiver.

These were two terrifying existences. A mere breath from them could obliterate him!

“Little junior brother,” the young man in the thick robe grinned.

“One more little junior brother,” the youth in the crimson cloak also smiled faintly, a rare occurrence.

Dongbo Xueying was momentarily stunned.

Beside him, Hongshi laughed heartily. “Dongbo Xueying, these two are also inner sect disciples of our Hongshi Mountain! Back when the Holy Master perished, they were unfortunately cultivating within Hongshi Mountain. Since both of them are World Gods, under the rules of the Material World, they couldn’t leave Hongshi Mountain at all and have been trapped here ever since.”