Chapter 362: The Snowying Appears

The Ding Jiu warship sped through space, rushing toward the western desert of the Xia Clan’s world.

Zang Qing steered the Ding Jiu warship, channeling vast divine energy into its core, finally unleashing the divine vessel’s true potential. In truth, even Zang Qing could only tap into a fraction of the warship’s full power—his cultivation was still insufficient to activate many of its deeper formations. Fortunately, this was but a lower-tier model of the Ding Jiu series, allowing an early-stage Divine-level cultivator like him to barely maintain control.

If it had been a higher-grade warship, it would have required over a hundred peak Divine-level experts working in unison, or even an entire Divine legion to operate.

“Whoosh—”

Space tore open.

Ripples spread across the high desert skies as a pitch-black divine warship emerged.

“That’s…”

Palace Master Chen, Mountain Master He, Palace Master Taishu, City Lord Bu, Chi Qiubai, Sikong Yang, and others, still not fully recovered from the joy of Zang Qing’s ascension to divinity, were now deeply shocked by the scene before them.

In the distance,

A massive gray fortress, shaped like a six-pointed star, stood towering. At the center of the fortress was a cone-shaped spire, radiating intense spatial fluctuations—clearly, the stable spatial passage was located within.

“So huge.”

This gray fortress covered a full ten thousand li in area. What did ten thousand li mean? For ordinary mortals, their eyes couldn’t even see the end of it. Even the Xia Clan’s Demigods felt that this massive fortress seemed to block out half the world. Its height alone exceeded a thousand li, piercing through the clouds. It was more majestic than any mountain in the Xia Clan’s world.

The Ding Jiu warship, merely a thousand li long, seemed like a tiny earthworm compared to it.

“Look quickly, outside the fortress!”

On the outermost layer of the massive fortress, holes began to appear, and from them flew out warships one after another. Each was deep green in color, also a thousand li long, covered in intricate, special runes and characters—divine script. Translated into Xia Clan script, it read—’Bing Jiu’.

“Bing Jiu?” Palace Master Chen’s face changed, “Are these Bing Jiu warships?”

The Bing Jiu warships were also standard divine warships, but one rank higher than the Ding Jiu. One Bing Jiu warship could be traded for a hundred Ding Jiu warships.

“Boom~~~”

A vast illusionary ocean appeared above, forming one after another, even overlapping each other.

“Opening divine seas?” The Xia Clan’s Demigods felt panic, “So many ascending to divinity at once?”

Inside the massive fortress,

The golden-robed Witch God and the Great Demon God clones stood side by side, calmly observing the unfolding events.

“The spatial passage has been established, and the fortress is stable,” the Witch God’s clone smiled. “We succeeded. Now even if a divine projection appears, it won’t threaten us. Not only can’t a third-heaven god slayer harm us… even if a divine expert personally descends with a divine projection, its power will only reach the limit of a Demigod. There’s no way they can break through our fortress.”

“Witch God, don’t get too cocky. If a true master wished to slay you, they wouldn’t even deign to send a divine projection,” the Great Demon God taunted.

“Hahaha…” The Witch God chuckled, “What status do I have to provoke a divine expert? I was just too happy earlier, spouting nonsense.”

The Great Demon God also laughed heartily.

He was bathed in flames; even when laughing, one could only see the corners of his flame-covered face curling upward.

As the spatial passage stabilized, the fortress was positioned to guard the dimensional rift—our success is already assured,” declared the golden-robed Divine Sorcerer. “Next, we shall transmute the entire Xia Clan’s realm into a colossal stronghold. That…will require considerable time.”

“Indeed,” the Great Demon God nodded. “All the techniques we prepared in advance appear futile now.”

They had brought a large group of Demigods.

Even some who had reached the threshold of divinity were now ascending in succession!

“Great Divine Sorcerer, the first sub-fortress has been secured.”

“Great Warlock, the second sub-fortress is secured.”

This colossal stronghold, shaped like a six-pointed star, consisted of six subsidiary fortresses surrounding the central main citadel. The primary fortress served as the crucial anchor for safeguarding and stabilizing the spatial passageway—the heart of the entire structure. The six protruding bastions functioned in a supportive capacity. Both the Witch God and the Great Demon God personally took action to complete the main fortress first, as the subsidiary fortresses were deemed less urgent.

(Note: “巫神” and “大魔神” are rendered as “Witch God” and “Great Demon God” respectively, following conventional fantasy nomenclature while preserving the original Chinese pinyin-based naming structure.)

“There’s spatial fluctuation,” the Great Demon God gazed into the distance.

“Aside from this battleship, the Ding Jiu, what other forces does the Xia Clan possess?” The Witch God also gazed into the distance, perplexed. “Could it be Dongbo Xueying?”

“It must be him! Dongbo Xueying has been hiding all this time, but now he’s finally shown himself. Yet, what can he possibly do even if he emerges now?” The Great Demon God sneered.

They were overly confident in themselves.

The Xia Clan’s Ding Jiu warship hovered in midair.

Seeing the vast oceanic illusions in the sky, there were at least eighteen of them.

Eighteen cultivators ascending to divinity at once?

When had the Xia Clan ever seen such a scene?

The colossal fortress that blotted out half the sky, the layered mirages of oceans shimmering in the heavens, the formidable rows of Bing Jiu warships radiating an otherworldly presence… It was evident that with the stable passage now secured, the Witch God and the Great Demon God could effortlessly summon vast legions into the world of the Xia Clan. Even a mere fraction of their forces was enough to send tremors through the hearts of the Xia Clan.

So powerful!

How could they resist?

Even a few divine projections wouldn’t be of any use.

“Boom!”

A black crack appeared in space.

Aboard the warship *Ding Jiu*, Zang Qing, Mountain Master He, Palace Master Chen, Chi Qiubai, and the other extraordinary beings of the Xia Clan, along with the Witch God, the Great Demon God, and their newly ascended followers—even the demigods within the distant fortress—all turned their eyes toward the dark rift.

From it flew out two figures.

A white-robed youth and a pale-blue-clad woman.

They flew out side by side.

“Xueying!” Palace Master Chen exclaimed joyfully.

“It’s Xueying!” Master Sikong Yang was also excited. “He’s alive! He’s back!”

“Hahaha! It’s Xueying! Xueying has returned from Hongshi Mountain. I knew he couldn’t die,” Zang Qing laughed heartily. “If an old man like me can survive, how could Xueying die?”

Chi Qiubai, Palace Master Taishu, City Lord Bu, Gong Yu, Yuan Qing, and the other Demigods were all extremely excited.

“It’s really him!”

“He actually made it out.” The Witch God and the Great Demon Lord within the colossal fortress remained composed, still brimming with confidence in their triumph.

Tearing through the spatial passage to arrive.

Dongbo Xueying looked out and saw the massive fortress stretching for ten thousand li, blocking half the world, and the gradually dissipating oceanic illusions in the sky.

“Just as expected, the Lords of the Material World are indeed not easy to provoke,” Dongbo Xueying murmured softly, then waved his hand.

Boom!

A colossal object descended from the sky.

It was a massive pyramid, entirely golden and radiant. The pyramid covered ten thousand li in area and was ten thousand li tall, towering above everything. Compared to the enemy’s fortress, it was even more massive!

Dongbo Xueying and Yu Jingqiu instantly entered the pyramid.

“Voom~~~”

A hazy glow emanated from the pyramid’s peak, spreading outward in all directions, forming a massive light dome.

Within a radius of a hundred thousand li,

Everything was enveloped by this hazy dome, naturally including the distant massive fortress. All the natural powers within this hundred-thousand-li range were forcibly bound and controlled, as if this entire area had become a small world, with the pyramid at its core.

“Star Tower!”

Within the dark citadel, the Witch God and the Great Demon Lord’s eyes widened in horror, as though beholding a specter, utterly unable to believe what they saw.

“To forcibly dominate a portion of space and create an independent realm within the mortal world? A Star Tower—and not just any ordinary one, but the legendary Twelfth-tier Star Tower!” The golden-robed Witch God gasped in utter disbelief. “How can this be? This… this is…”

Star Towers were common war artifacts in the Divine Realm. Within the range of their light, it became one’s own domain!

And a Twelfth-tier Star Tower had surpassed the domain concept entirely—it could form its own world!