Chapter 473: Chains

Within the body of the white-robed Dongbo Xueying lay his inner world.

A vast, desolate expanse spanning hundreds of millions of miles, this world held earth, forests, mountains, rivers, deserts, grasslands, and plants—yet no living creatures.

High in the sky, countless dark droplets coalesced into a massive storm cloud—this was the **Great Chaotic Void True Force**.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Deep beneath the boundless land, a surging crimson force raged like a torrent—this was Dongbo Xueying’s most fundamental power: **World God Power**! At the core of this endless sea of divine energy, countless runes converged, forming a faint three-dimensional pattern. As vast amounts of World God Power flowed through it, they condensed into a single refined strand of energy.

“This secret art is incredibly complex. My comprehension of the **Complete World God Heart** is profound—I’ve even created an entire set of secret techniques—yet mastering this is still so difficult.” Deep underground, the faint projection of Dongbo Xueying’s colossal head appeared, his gaze fixed intently on the three-dimensional pattern.

Time flowed ceaselessly.

The pattern grew clearer and clearer, its countless runes merging and interlocking with exquisite precision, as if forming a flawless whole.

After more than three years, the three-dimensional pattern finally solidified completely.

It was a black sphere.

The countless runes had ultimately formed a tiny, unassuming black orb—yet within its simplicity lay profound mysteries. This secret art was far more profound than ordinary World God-level techniques. Even the initial step was this arduous.

“Whoosh—”

Vast amounts of crimson divine power passed through the black sphere, transforming into countless miniature black orbs. These orbs linked together, forming long, sinuous chains!

The dark chains intertwined and clashed against one another.

“Success.”

—

Beneath a great tree, the white-robed Dongbo Xueying, who had sat in meditation for over three years, finally stood. Black chains surged from his body, countless slender tendrils of darkness stretching across the sky.

“Once these chains entangle an opponent, even if they break free, the chains will continue to bind them.” Dongbo Xueying reached out and grasped one of the countless chains. It was cold to the touch, yet unnervingly resilient. “Even my true form would likely only retain half its strength under their restraint.”

“This mysterious secret art, learned from the 95th floor of the **Lockworld Tower**—Master never named it. For now, I shall call it **World Chains**.” Dongbo Xueying mused. “Combined with my self-created technique, **World Prison**, its power will be even greater!”

The **World Chains** were akin to the **Great Chaotic Void True Force**—both were transformations of World God Power. The latter was overwhelmingly destructive, while the former excelled in suppression.

Dongbo Xueying’s **World Prison** originally manipulated the power of the world itself, layering it in intricate formations to crush and bind. The method of wielding this force was the essence of the technique.

“Now, I can use the **World Chains** to perform the suppression!”

“By employing the chains to execute **World Prison**, the effect will be far more potent!”

Dongbo Xueying smiled faintly. “A prison with chains is a true prison indeed.”

He recalled his elder brother, the **White Sand City Lord**, and his terrifying self-created technique, **Annihilating White Sand**. Though rumors claimed it was derived from a World God-level secret art, Dongbo Xueying now suspected it was also inspired by the Lockworld Tower’s techniques, refined through painstaking effort. That was why it held such overwhelming might—capable of grievously wounding even ordinary Three Heavens World Gods, forcing them to flee or fight at a fraction of their strength.

—

Since he had already devised the foundational technique, adapting it to the chains took only three hundred years of refinement. Thus, the new secret technique—**World Prison**—was born.

Now, when unleashed, countless black chains interwove in intricate, overlapping layers. Dongbo Xueying estimated that a One Heaven World God trapped within would be fortunate to escape with their life—those who couldn’t would struggle to muster even twenty or thirty percent of their strength.

“Pity my close combat skills are still lacking,” Dongbo Xueying sighed inwardly.

The **World God Heart** excelled in domain control. Combined with the Lockworld Tower’s secret arts and his self-created techniques, the result was this overwhelming force. In pure melee combat, however, he guessed he’d only match half the strength of those who wielded the **Sky-Splitting God Heart** or **Chaotic Void God Heart**. But with **World Prison**, the scales tipped in his favor.

Every **First-Class God Heart** had its strengths—it was all about how one wielded them.

—

Within the sprawling **Bloodblade Divine Court**, in the **Yin Stone Courtyard**.

“Junior Brother Dongbo.” On the corridor, Dongbo Xueying encountered his senior sister, **Gong Feng**.

“Senior Sister,” Dongbo Xueying acknowledged.

“You’ve been under Master’s tutelage for eight hundred years now,” Gong Feng remarked. “Yet you still haven’t grasped a First-Class God Heart?”

“I feel I’m still missing something,” Dongbo Xueying admitted.

Gong Feng frowned slightly. She knew the Divine Emperor held high expectations—believing Dongbo Xueying would succeed within a millennium. Yet eight centuries had passed with no breakthrough.

“Master favors you greatly. Do not disappoint him,” she said coldly.

“I understand, Senior Sister,” Dongbo Xueying replied quickly.

“Good. Go attend to your affairs,” Gong Feng dismissed him.

As Dongbo Xueying departed toward the **Lockworld Tower**, Gong Feng watched from afar, her brow furrowed.

“This junior brother seems diligent enough… but Master’s judgment is rarely wrong. Unless… he merely appears diligent but is secretly lax?”

She sneered. “How laughable if he grew complacent just because he became Master’s disciple.”

Gong Feng despised the weak. Only those with strength and potential earned her grudging respect—the rest were beneath her notice.

—

Deep beneath the Bloodblade Divine Court, in a hidden underground palace.

A colossal crimson furnace, nearly a hundred thousand miles tall, blazed with furious flames. Even outside the furnace, the heat was unbearable—space itself warped despite reinforcement. The temperature here could reduce ordinary Four Heavens World Gods to ashes!

Before the furnace sat a towering figure, cross-legged and miles high, clad in dark red robes. His eyes were fixed on the flames within.

If the exterior was this scorching, the inferno inside was unimaginable—perhaps rivaling the depths of a **Solar Star**.

“Crackle—”

Within the furnace, a wisp of black energy flickered amidst the flames.

“Only by deploying the formation and relying on the **Cosmic Furnace** can I briefly manifest this trace of power,” murmured **Bloodblade Divine Emperor**, his gaze unwavering. “Where exactly am I lacking in the **Path of Annihilation**?”

“Bloodblade, you’ve obtained the Cosmic Furnace and devised the formation,” croaked a black bird perched on his shoulder. “The furnace occasionally produces that wisp of power—you can observe it daily, study it closely. The **Lord of Spacetime Island**, the **Master of Ten Thousand Halls**—they grope blindly for progress. But you’ve already glimpsed this power! Once you break through, you’ll ascend to a higher realm, surpassing them all!”

Currently, Bloodblade Divine Emperor stood on par with the other supreme rulers.

“Mm.” Bloodblade Divine Emperor smiled faintly. “The Cosmic Furnace was worth the struggle.”

“By the way, Bloodblade,” the black bird added, “it’s been a thousand years since you took Dongbo Xueying as your disciple. He still hasn’t grasped a First-Class God Heart!”