Chapter 388: Get Out！

“Did you really say that you would pay any price to save your wife?” a deep, cold voice echoed.

“Yes.” Dongbo Xueying nodded.

“Good.”

The power wave extended toward Yu Jingqiu, who was lying there. After a long while, the deep and cold voice spoke again, “Your wife’s soul is nearly shattered. You want me to save her?”

“I heard that as long as there are rare treasures capable of reconstructing a soul, my wife can be saved. I believe the Temple of Time and Space, which explores countless worlds and the depths of the Divine Realm, must possess such treasures, and in abundance.” Dongbo Xueying hurriedly said, “Please, help my wife. Whatever I have promised, I will honor.”

Dongbo Xueying was extremely nervous, his heart pounding. This was the moment that would decide his wife’s fate.

“Little one, aren’t you overestimating yourself?” the deep voice replied. “Soul-reconstructing treasures are used by World Gods to repair their divine hearts. Even Third and Fourth Tier World Gods desire them. You, a mere cultivator, ask me to heal an extraordinary being?”

“I have already mastered three Second Tier Divine Hearts and created a complete set of secret techniques,” Dongbo Xueying quickly replied. “My Illusionary Divine Heart is especially helpful in refining the Heart of a World. I believe that soon, with just a little more progress, I will be able to refine a mortal world and become the Overlord of the Material Realm. My main body can remain in my homeland, while my projection can freely adventure outside! I believe what I can offer in the future will be far more valuable than a single treasure!”

“You truly overestimate yourself,” the voice boomed again. “Even Fourth Tier World Gods rarely possess such treasures. Do you know what level a Fourth Tier World God represents? They are mighty overlords, capable of building vast empires in the Divine Realm, only a step below the great powers, and some even rival them in strength. Such treasures are not something you can obtain simply by living long enough.”

Then, the vast fluctuation rapidly receded.

Dongbo Xueying stood frozen, his mind blank, completely stunned.

His mind was in turmoil, thoughts colliding chaotically.

“I failed.”

“The Temple of Time and Space refused.”

“Of course, to the Temple, collecting countless extraordinary beings, one more or one less makes no difference. Even a World Overlord is but an ant to the mighty ‘Isle of Time and Space,’ one of the three great powers of the Divine Realm.”

“They won’t invite a great power to act on my behalf, nor will they offer a soul-reconstructing treasure for me…”

In the distance, Palace Master Chen, Mountain Master He, and City Lord Bu stood in silent support. They had all felt the immense presence descend, and when Dongbo Xueying spoke, they knew it was the Temple of Time and Space.

But what was the result?

Dongbo Xueying stood motionless, his expression vacant, and the sight pained Palace Master Chen and the others deeply.

“It seems we’ve failed,” Mountain Master He murmured.

“Jingqiu’s soul is gravely wounded, nearly collapsing,” Sikong Yang sighed. “It was never easy to save her, and now the Temple of Time and Space refuses to help.”

City Lord Bu nodded. “Xueying is a rare genius, even in the Divine Realm. But this is the Temple of Time and Space—one of the three great powers. They may not even value a prodigy like him unless he were a First Tier True Intent cultivator, the stuff of legends. Only then would the Temple or even the great powers rush to his side.”

“What’s the use of saying all this?” Zang Qing’s mood was grim.

Suddenly—

After standing still for a long time, Dongbo Xueying finally spoke.

“I was too arrogant. I truly overestimated myself.” He turned to look at his wife lying beside him. Jingqiu was still beautiful, as if merely asleep. Dongbo Xueying gently knelt beside her, caressing her face. “Jingqiu, I’m sorry. I really can’t think of any way to save you.”

His heart felt as though it were tearing apart.

Guilt, regret, pain, and unwillingness…

Looking at her face, memories involuntarily surged into his mind—scenes of their time together.

The first time he went to accept a mission from the Longshan Pavilion.

The courtyard gate opened, and a woman in a green robe appeared—that was their first meeting…

Then, during the explosion, under the collapsing rubble, he had shielded Jingqiu. In that dark, confined space, he could hear her anxious breathing. Then he had held her waist and rushed out of the debris.

In the Chiyun Mountain World, on the peak of Chongyun Peak.

Jingqiu practiced her spells beside him while he studied spear techniques. Sometimes they trained for an entire day and night, each immersed in cultivation, exchanging only a few words now and then. Yet, with just a glance, they understood each other’s thoughts.

Those days of cultivation were so peaceful, so free.

Later, she was poisoned by the Witch’s toxin.

“Don’t you know I only have a hundred or two hundred years left? Maybe even less than a hundred?”

“Then you must always stay with me. We will travel the world together, see every corner of our Xia Clan’s world.”

“Haha, then from now on, I’m a sickly one, and you’ll have to take care of me.”

“Alright, then you must listen to me.”

“I will listen.”

Then they married.

After marriage, they traveled the world together, carefree and free-spirited.

Behind that freedom, however, were the repeated tortures of the Wu toxin. Jingqiu wiped the sweat from his brow, staying by his side. Sometimes he locked himself in a room, refusing to let anyone in, writhing in pain on the bed. And Jingqiu, outside the door, bore the anguish alone.

They traveled together—to the desert, the grasslands, across the seas.

Together they opened taverns, porridge shops, and martial arts schools.

Together they taught their children, learned to paint, learned to carve.

Then came the war.

Inside the Star Tower, she held on until the end, refusing to yield even at the cost of her life.

Her soul was constantly drained, her injuries worsening. Others might not have known, but she understood their severity all too well.

“This war frightened me. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to endure, that I wouldn’t be able to save you.” That was what his wife had said after the war ended.

Tears welled in Dongbo Xueying’s eyes. “But… I couldn’t save you.”

Dongbo Xueying knelt beside the reclining chair, gently stroking his wife’s face, staring blankly at her.

Buzz.

At some unknown moment, a towering figure appeared beside him—a bald man over twenty meters tall, wielding a massive axe. He stood there, his icy gaze sweeping the surroundings.

“A divine projection?” Palace Master Chen, Zang Qing, Mountain Master He, and the others all changed expressions.

“Dongbo Xueying!” The colossal bald man radiated chaotic space-time fluctuations, his form flickering. His voice was thunderous. “Do you think defeating the War God and his forces gives you the right to challenge me? I offer your Xia Clan one chance—restore all the Earth Temples immediately, and cease spreading any information harmful to the Earth Temple across the land. If you comply, I will let this go. Otherwise…”

The giant raised his hand, and the massive axe flew into his grasp.

“Do you have a soul-reconstructing treasure?” Dongbo Xueying turned his head and asked.

“Soul-reconstructing treasure?” The mighty bald figure, ‘Wu Hai, a World God,’ frowned. “Where did you hear of such a thing? Such treasures are not meant for someone like you, an extraordinary cultivator. Even I do not possess one—nor does my master, the King of Qilan.”

“No?” Dongbo Xueying nodded lightly.

“Forget the treasures! Did you hear what I just said? Restore all the Earth Temples immediately, and cease…” Wu Hai continued.

“Leave!”

Dongbo Xueying suddenly roared.

Boom!!!

The furious shout shook the heavens and earth, darkening the sky, unleashing endless storms that engulfed Wu Hai. Shocked and furious, Wu Hai gripped his axe as the chaotic space-time around him twisted, yet he could not even move. A terrifying force crashed into him, causing his body to begin disintegrating.

“World… World Power?” Wu Hai’s eyes widened. He had only sent a divine projection here, unaware of how powerful Dongbo Xueying had become. After all, the War God and the Demon King had not fully informed him of the battle’s outcome.

The World Power permeated everything, inescapable.

Against the slightest fraction of the World Power Dongbo Xueying wielded, a mere Semi-God’s might was utterly insignificant. Wu Hai’s physical form began to unravel and dissolve into nothingness, leaving only his massive axe spinning away into the distance.

As the World Power faded,

The sky and earth returned to calm. Dongbo Xueying remained kneeling beside the reclining chair. He reached out, gently lifting his wife into his arms, then rose and walked away into the distance.