“Greetings, Senior Yunhai.” Jing Qiu respectfully saluted the ancestor of the Xia Clan.
“No, no, no. Now that you’ve become a deity, we are peers. Let us treat each other as equals,” Yunhai quickly replied.
Meanwhile, Dongbo Xueying took Jing Qiu’s hand and led her into the estate. “Let’s not stand at the entrance—the guards are watching us.”
As they walked through the estate, Jing Qiu looked at Dongbo Xueying with a teasing smile. “His Highness the Seventh Plum Rain? Who is that? Sounds like a woman’s name.”
“It’s a man!” Dongbo Xueying sighed helplessly. “He’s an incredibly powerful expert. During the starfield preliminaries, he effortlessly defeated the Savage Witch Soldiers. His background is extraordinary—even a Second Heaven Realm God serves as his subordinate.”
Jing Qiu was stunned. “A Second Heaven Realm God as his subordinate? What kind of origin does he have?”
“I don’t know,” Dongbo Xueying shook his head.
“With such an extraordinary background, he might be using treasures to conceal his identity and aura. It’s entirely possible he’s a woman disguised as a man,” Jing Qiu deliberately teased. “And he even sparred with you—maybe he has his eyes on you.”
Dongbo Xueying covered his forehead.
Even after all these years as a married couple, she still loved to tease him.
Beside them, Emperor Yunhai watched with a faint smile, though a trace of loneliness flickered in his eyes.
—
With Jing Qiu’s arrival, life in the Patrol Commander’s estate became noticeably more relaxed and joyful. Every day, Dongbo Xueying had his wife by his side, and occasionally, he sparred with His Highness the Seventh Plum Rain. Their strengths were comparable, making it good preparation for the upcoming Prefecture War.
As days passed, the time to depart for the prefecture city drew nearer.
**”Rumble—”**
Inside the meditation chamber, Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged on the bed. With a flick of his finger, dark-red currents surged through the air, each composed of countless visible droplets. The swirling currents carried terrifying power, distorting the surrounding space, causing it to collapse inward. The dark-red droplets danced around him, filling the chamber with their ominous presence.
“The Heart of the Primordial Chaos and the Heart of the World are indeed different,” Dongbo Xueying mused, watching the swirling droplets. “The Heart of the World is more balanced and encompassing, while the Heart of the Primordial Chaos is far more extreme. Yet, paradoxically, its extremity creates its own balance…”
“Extremity.”
“I must free myself from the influence of the Heart of the World and immerse myself completely in the mysteries of the Primordial Chaos.” Closing his eyes, years of cultivation—especially the refinement of his self-created technique, *Primordial Chaos Crush*—had deepened his understanding of the Primordial Chaos, aligning his mind ever closer to its essence.
Countless insights flashed through his mind.
Behind him, a dark, collapsing void manifested, encircled by a faint halo—an outer ring of light surrounding an abyss of absolute darkness.
Though others could see this phenomenon, Dongbo Xueying remained wholly absorbed in his enlightenment, indifferent to the spectacle.
“Complete extremity seems wrong at first glance, but if it flows forward as one, the extreme’s end is perfection itself.” A sudden realization struck him, sharpening his comprehension of the *Heart of the Primordial Chaos*. Though he had yet to master it fully, each small step brought him closer to ultimate success.
“**Great Primordial Chaos True Force—Condense!**” Dongbo Xueying inhaled deeply, and the dark-red droplets in the air swiftly flew into his mouth, merging into his body.
Within his divine sea, the dark-red currents underwent a transformation. Each droplet grew denser, heavier, its hue darkening until it neared black.
One by one, black droplets formed in his divine sea, each carrying immense weight—enough to crush an ordinary peak-stage deity with ease.
“*Great Primordial Chaos True Force* truly excels in sheer, unrelenting power,” Dongbo Xueying praised. Though the conversion of his energy was still ongoing, the breakthrough in understanding meant the rest was merely a matter of time. Even with only partial conversion, he could already sense the might of the second layer. “In other aspects, it may not surpass the third layer of *Ten Thousand Calamities Indestructible Body*, but in raw strength, it far surpasses it.”
*Ten Thousand Calamities Indestructible Body* had nine layers in total, with three achievable at the deity stage. Given his participation in the Divine Court’s Myriad Blossom Feast, Dongbo Xueying had only cultivated up to the third layer—advancing further would reveal his mastery of a first-grade divine heart, exposing his true nature as a first-grade true intent transcendent.
*Great Primordial Chaos True Force*, on the other hand, had six layers, with two attainable at the deity stage.
While *Ten Thousand Calamities Indestructible Body* specialized in survival, granting only threshold-level power and speed for a Realm God, *Great Primordial Chaos True Force* was all about raw might. Upon mastering its second layer, his strength would rival that of an ordinary First Heaven Realm God.
Of course, Realm Gods were formidable not just due to power but their profound insights—capable of manipulating space across millions of miles with a thought. Yet, for a deity, such strength was already extraordinary.
“The only ones who can match me in strength are those who also cultivate Realm God-level secret arts,” Dongbo Xueying mused. Even then, reaching the deity-stage pinnacle of such arts was no easy feat.
“With over half a month left before the Prefecture War, mastering this technique greatly increases my confidence.” A sense of satisfaction filled him.
—
Half a month later.
Led by Patrol Commander Guan, the group that had passed the starfield preliminaries—including His Highness the Seventh Plum Rain, Dongbo Xueying, and their respective entourages—set off under the escort of a vast contingent of soldiers.
The procession soared majestically through Wushan City.
“This journey to the prefecture city rests on your shoulders,” Patrol Commander Guan remarked with a smile as they flew.
“With His Highness the Seventh Plum Rain and Dongbo Xueying, our Wushan Starfield is sure to shine brilliantly this time,” General Tu, a black-robed elder nearby, added with a chuckle.
The accompanying Realm Gods engaged in casual conversation, while those like Dongbo Xueying remained quieter, unwilling to boast.
A red-haired man with a half-mask and an aura of killing intent listened to the praises heaped upon Dongbo Xueying and the Seventh Plum Rain, his eyes glinting coldly.
His gaze flickered toward the aloof, white-robed youth ahead, then to Dongbo Xueying, who was laughing happily with his wife, Jing Qiu. The killing intent around him thickened.
Soon, the group arrived at the spatial teleportation array outside Wushan City. The divine soldiers manning the array hurried to assist, treating them with utmost deference—after all, this group included the Starfield Patrol Commander, the garrison general, and numerous Realm Gods, none of whom they dared offend.
**”Whoosh—”**
The spatial teleportation channel activated instantly.
Their bodies sank as if into quicksand, space itself turning tangible.
When clarity returned, an awe-inspiring city loomed before them—far grander than Wushan City, surrounded by towering mountains and dotted with floating stars. Dozens of celestial bodies hovered within the sky above the city alone, a testament to its vastness.
“The Prefecture City.” Even Patrol Commander Guan couldn’t help but lower his aura in reverence.
Anhai Prefecture City was the heart of the entire prefecture. Across the Bloodblade Divine Court’s vast territory, there were only nineteen such prefectures. Here, powerhouses were as numerous as clouds, and their group was but a drop in the ocean.
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