“What exactly is inside this Frostiron Star? Its aura is so terrifying?” Dongbo Xueying trembled in fear. Even his true body, which remained in the Xia Clan’s world, was at least a World God. For something to instill such dread in him, the existence behind this aura must be overwhelmingly powerful.
“Heavens above.”
“Help… save us!”
“What… what is this?”
If even Dongbo Xueying was frightened, the guards inside the fortress—including their commander—were utterly petrified, their legs turning to jelly. The two beauties beside them had long collapsed to the ground, shivering uncontrollably.
This was the primal fear of life itself! No matter how much they tried to reassure themselves to “stay calm,” their legs refused to obey.
“What in the world is this thing?” The purple-scaled man’s face turned pale.
“Whoa…”
“This terrifying aura…” The miners, long numbed by despair, stood dumbfounded. Though their bodies trembled involuntarily under the oppressive aura, ripples of emotion stirred within their hearts. Whatever was happening, it couldn’t possibly get any worse!
Then—
“BOOM—” All the guards and miners felt the world around them shatter and collapse into chaos. The once-solid Frostiron Star fragmented into countless pieces, scattering across the void. The miners and guards, now stranded on separate fragments, were at least deities—capable of surviving in the starry expanse.
“The Frostiron Star… shattered?” Many of the miners and guards, now scattered across the debris, stared blankly at their surroundings.
A celestial body with such immense gravitational pull, growing more stable the deeper one went—how could it simply shatter after years of mining?
“That is…” Soon, the gazes of all the guards and miners were drawn to a colossal golden rat in the distant void.
Yes, a golden rat.
Its fur was sleek and lustrous, stretching about a hundred meters long. Its whiskers swayed gently, and as its cold eyes slowly opened, they swept across the surroundings with an icy gaze.
HUM!
In an instant, everything within hundreds of millions of miles froze.
Under the golden rat’s gaze, even the shattered fragments of the star halted mid-flight. Every miner and guard stood motionless, their eyes filled with sheer terror.
“What kind of existence is this?” The purple-scaled man and the others were petrified with fear.
They were, after all, followers of the Blackbone Mountain Master.
Yet even at his full power, the Blackbone Mountain Master paled in comparison to this golden rat.
…
Everything within hundreds of millions of miles seemed frozen in time. Dongbo Xueying, hiding in the distant void, was equally immobilized. He could even see a star roughly thirty billion miles away cease its rotation, along with all other stars beyond.
Everything had come to a standstill.
The golden rat’s gaze was cold and imperious. Though its eyes merely swept the surroundings, it held absolute dominion over the vast expanse.
“So powerful.” Dongbo Xueying truly felt the overwhelming gap between them—a crushing disparity unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Of course, the Redfire Patriarch, who had helped rescue his wife, was a mighty figure whose strength was unfathomable. But their last meeting had been in the Xia Clan’s world, where the Patriarch had only manifested a world projection.
As for his senior brothers, Ge Bai and He Feiyun, though stronger as Second Heaven World Gods, they didn’t instill this absolute sense of suppression. Even in battle, Dongbo Xueying could hold his own for a short while.
But this being before him?
Even if his true body were here, he’d be annihilated in an instant!
“Whoosh.” The golden rat suddenly transformed into a plump, white-robed man. His chubby appearance seemed almost endearing, with small eyes and a few thick, upturned whiskers.
The plump man scanned his surroundings and spoke coldly, “Who is in charge here?”
Swish, swish, swish.
Many of the guards’ eyes turned toward their commander—the purple-scaled man.
“M-me.” The trembling purple-scaled man stammered from a distance.
“What were you doing here?” the plump man asked indifferently.
“R-reporting to you, Venerable One,” the purple-scaled man quivered. “I am the Seventh Commander under the Blackbone Mountain Master’s command, stationed here to mine Frostiron ore. We were attacked by an intruder—him.”
He pointed at Dongbo Xueying, who stood nearby holding a spear.
Of course, he was pointing at the Void World body.
“He was too powerful for us to resist, so we activated the formation,” the purple-scaled man continued hastily. “After the formation erupted, the entire Frostiron Star shattered.”
The plump man’s gaze swept over, briefly pausing on Dongbo Xueying’s Void World body before shifting to his true body hidden in the distant void. Under that gaze, Dongbo Xueying felt a chill down his spine. He remained silent—the gap between them was too vast. His life was entirely at the mercy of this being, who could end him effortlessly if he wished.
“A mere deity, and you couldn’t stop him?” The plump man waved a hand, and phantom images of the past events unfolded in the void—scenes of the battle, the formation’s eruption, Dongbo Xueying’s clash with the silver-white ice dragon, and his effortless defeat of the Tapir-Beast.
In mere moments, the playback ended.
With another wave, the plump man summoned Dongbo Xueying’s true body from millions of miles away, pulling him effortlessly to his side.
“Greetings, Senior.” Dongbo Xueying bowed slightly. Though he felt immense pressure, his legs hadn’t given way yet.
Moreover, he could tell that no matter how formidable this being was, he wasn’t yet a mighty figure. Whether from the Patriarch’s methods or the “World Creation” imprint left by the Mortal Realm’s Sacred Master, Dongbo Xueying understood that true mighty figures transcended the laws of heaven and earth. This being, while overwhelmingly powerful, hadn’t crossed that threshold.
“You came here to rescue someone?” the plump man asked.
Dongbo Xueying hesitated briefly before nodding. “Yes.”
“Yet you’ve ruined my plans,” the plump man said coldly. With a flick of his sleeve, a resplendent golden-silver ship materialized beside them. The plump man floated into the ship, and Dongbo Xueying found himself involuntarily pulled along. At that moment, he lost all connection to his Void World body—it dissipated entirely.
“Good, good.” From afar, the purple-scaled man watched with relief. “To offend such a supreme being—that fool is doomed.”
“As for the rest of you—scram!”
An invisible wave of sound sent all survivors fleeing in panic. The purple-scaled man didn’t even bother gathering his subordinates in his haste to escape.
“What just happened?” After flying for a while, the purple-scaled man’s fear subsided. He glanced back—only the Blackbone Mountain guards remained, fleeing in disarray. “Where are the miners? Why have they all vanished?”
Not only had the miners disappeared, but the luxurious golden-silver ship was gone as well—its absence the reason his fear had lifted.
“Commander, what do we do now?” His subordinates gathered around him.
The purple-scaled man gritted his teeth as he stared at the empty space where the Frostiron Star once was. “What can we do? We report this to the Mountain Master.”
…
Inside the opulent ship.
The plump white-robed man and Dongbo Xueying stood by the railing, overlooking a massive chamber below filled with countless miners.
“Is there someone you wish to save?” the plump man asked.
Dongbo Xueying was surprised. This mysterious powerhouse had moved all the miners aboard and didn’t seem intent on harming him. Not that he feared death—his true body in the Xia Clan’s world could always cultivate a new avatar. He remained composed.
“Senior, one of my clansmen is among them,” Dongbo Xueying admitted, pointing to the Cloudsea Emperor below. Lying to such a being would be foolish.
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