Chapter 454: Senior Disciple Huiming

Dongbo Xueying and the others stood on the deck of the starfield airship, gazing at the dazzling scene ahead.

“The Divine Court—this is the Divine Court!” Everyone exclaimed in awe as they looked on.

In the starry expanse before them floated a vast landmass, slightly larger than Anhai Prefecture City by visual estimation. The land was adorned with sprawling palaces, the most majestic of which stood at the center, bearing the emblem of the ‘Blood Blade.’ At the four corners of the Divine Court were scattered nine colossal statues, each depicting armored mythical beasts.

Each beast statue towered nearly a hundred billion miles high, second only to the central palace of the Divine Court.

“So beautiful.”

The entire Divine Court radiated a hazy, multicolored glow. Every palace, every street, and even the surroundings of the nine statues were inscribed with ancient formations. These formations continuously channeled the might of heaven and earth, emanating dazzling lights of various hues.

Thus, though the Divine Court itself was not vast, its brilliance illuminated countless billions of miles beyond…

“This isn’t just about beauty,” remarked His Highness the Seventh Plum Rain, gazing into the distance. “These formations operate autonomously with such grandeur—one can only imagine their true power. As far as I know, the Divine Court was personally constructed by His Majesty and reinforced over endless eons. Even a slight release of the formations’ power could slay mighty figures, let alone mere World Gods!”

“Even mighty figures can’t resist?”

“Truly worthy of the Divine Court!”

Those present could only marvel. After all, this was the core of the Bloodblade Divine Court, the residence of the mightiest being in the Divine Realm—His Majesty the Bloodblade Divine Emperor. To him, slaying ordinary mighty figures was effortless. It was no surprise that the formations he meticulously arranged possessed such overwhelming power.

…

The grand vessel commanded by the Anhai Prefecture Lord arrived at the Divine Court, whereupon the participants were escorted by Divine Court soldiers to their respective lodgings.

“Dongbo, this is where you and your companions will stay,” said a burly black-armored soldier. “You must already be aware of the Divine Court’s rules. Violate them, and you’ll regret it—when it’s too late.”

“We understand,” Dongbo Xueying replied promptly.

“Good. Rest and cultivate in peace. When the Myriad Flowers Banquet begins, you’ll be summoned for the final Divine Court Battle,” the soldier instructed before turning to leave.

Dongbo Xueying watched him depart.

Beside him, the Longshan Emperor sighed in admiration. “Truly the Divine Court—even the most ordinary soldier is a World God! Every soldier we’ve seen along the way is at least at that level.”

“Longshan,” the Purple Thunder Emperor chuckled. “The Bloodblade Divine Court’s armies are divided into three tiers. The armies stationed in starfields are the lowest—third-tier. Those in prefecture cities are second-tier. But the armies within the Divine Court are all first-tier—the absolute elite. Even the lowest-ranked soldiers in first-tier armies are World Gods. These armies are capable of confronting mighty figures directly.”

“Ah,” the Longshan Emperor nodded in realization. Having only recently entered the Divine Realm and spent most of his time in remote regions, his knowledge was limited. The cost of the spatial teleportation array alone to reach the prefecture city had nearly bankrupted him!

“Let’s head inside,” Dongbo Xueying suggested, glancing around. In the distance, other participants of the Divine Court Battle were also settling in with their companions.

They entered the abode.

Even within the Divine Court, this dwelling was among the smallest—merely ten miles in radius.

…

By a river within the abode, Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged on the grass, holding a crystalline jade slip. Information from the slip flowed into his mind—it had been delivered by a Divine Court soldier and contained records of the battles fought by all 1,900 God-level participants, primarily from the arena and survival rounds.

“Among the 1,900, five have grasped a first-grade Heart of God like Jiushe. There might be two or three more hiding their strength,” Dongbo Xueying mused. “Those with first-grade Hearts are unbeatable. Based on past experience, the top ranks are usually dominated by them.”

“But my goal is to become a disciple of a mighty figure, gain experience, and obtain a Myriad Flowers True Fruit—that would be perfect.” He then analyzed his opponents one by one. “Still, the overall strength of this batch is astonishingly high.”

He categorized them based on their battle records:

Those he couldn’t rival.

Those he could contend with.

Those he could defeat.

The Bloodblade Divine Court provided this intelligence to every participant so they could know themselves and their enemies, ensuring more spectacular battles during the Divine Court Battle. It would be a pity if a strong contender foolishly clashed with a first-grade Heart wielder and lost unjustly.

“Xueying, Xueying!” A voice called from afar.

Dongbo Xueying turned to see his wife approaching with a white-robed, bald youth. The youth exuded a unique aura—detached, as if seeing through all things, his eyes vast like they contained countless worlds. At a glance, Dongbo Xueying recognized him as a supreme expert, on par with the likes of the Snowhawk Monarch and the Anhai Prefecture Lord.

“Junior Brother Dongbo,” the white-robed youth greeted with a smile.

“Greetings, Senior Brother Huiming!” Dongbo Xueying hurried forward and bowed.

“I heard that after Master’s death, Redrock Mountain fell into the Material World, yet by chance, it gained an exceptional disciple. I never imagined Junior Brother Dongbo would be so remarkable,” Huiming praised warmly. “Elder Flameblaze told me you sacrificed half your soul to save your wife—yet you still possess such strength. At this Myriad Flowers Banquet, I suspect more than one mighty figure will wish to take you as a disciple.”

“You flatter me, Senior Brother,” Dongbo Xueying replied humbly.

Yu Jingqiu added, “When Senior Brother arrived, I brought him straight to you.”

Having trained on the Red Dust Island, they all recognized the visage of “Senior Brother Huiming.”

“By the way, Senior Brother,” Dongbo Xueying asked cautiously, “the enemy who killed Master—they aren’t from the Bloodblade Divine Court, are they? I wouldn’t want to end up apprenticed to Master’s foe.”

“It was a mighty figure from the Spacetime Island,” Huiming assured. “Had it been one from the Bloodblade Divine Court, Elder Flameblaze wouldn’t have let you participate in the Myriad Flowers Banquet.”

“Understood,” Dongbo Xueying nodded.

As they conversed, an imperceptible ripple enveloped them, blocking all external scrutiny.

This ripple nullified any form of detection. Items like the pouch once possessed by Blackwind Patriarch could negate all rules of perception. Mighty figures, transcending the laws of heaven and earth, could effortlessly create such artifacts. Thus, both Huiming and Dongbo Xueying carried such shielding treasures.

Once concealed, not even the Spacetime Temple could unveil—for the Temple could only perceive through temporal retrospection.

In the Divine Realm, assassins often carried such artifacts, ensuring that even after a kill, the perpetrator remained untraceable.

“Master’s vendetta involves mighty figures—it’s beyond your concern for now,” Huiming said gently.

“I know. Master never demanded we seek revenge,” Dongbo Xueying smiled.

“Ha…” Huiming nodded lightly, his smile tinged with warmth. “I envy you, Junior Brother. Ruling a Material World, with your beloved by your side—even attending the Myriad Flowers Banquet, your wife accompanies you… I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy.”

Beside them, Yu Jingqiu laughed softly.

Dongbo Xueying glanced at his wife, their eyes meeting in silent understanding.

“I am content,” Dongbo Xueying said. For what use was invincibility if one stood alone?