His consciousness delved into the storage ring, immediately revealing countless shelves laden with bottles, jars, and an array of bizarre, exotic materials. Surprisingly, divine crystals and faith stones were scarce, while numerous scrolls lay scattered about. Other miscellaneous items were piled into mountains. The accumulated wealth of a Third Heaven Realm God who had lived for billions of years was truly staggering.
“As expected of a master of witchcraft and poison, carrying so many bottles and jars. I’d long heard of her deadly toxins but never gave her the chance,” Dongbo Xueying mused inwardly. The Venomous Ying Realm God was infamous for her witchcraft poisons, but Dongbo Xueying had already stationed a squad of his personal guards to protect his children. As for himself, he could withstand any poison transmitted through the void.
The more potent the poison, the harder it was to transmit. Venomous Ying’s deadliest toxins required her trident as a medium, but with Dongbo Xueying’s true body and nine avatars wielding ten spears in unison, she never stood a chance.
“Gathering so many rare materials couldn’t have been easy. I’ll examine them carefully later,” Dongbo Xueying thought.
“Father,” called Dongbo Yu beside him, his eyes alight with excitement. Everything he had witnessed today had deepened his admiration for his father. A body towering millions of miles tall—such was the scale of the entire Xia Clan World! And yet, this was merely the beginning of the *Myriad Tribulations Primordial Body*. At its peak, every particle of the body would become a primordial world, making even a single finger dwarf his current form beyond measure.
But Dongbo Yu, still only a deity, had spent most of his time within the Xia Clan World and the inner realms of Red Rock Mountain. His understanding of Realm Gods remained shallow.
“Yu’er, what is it?” Dongbo Xueying turned to him.
“Father, when we return to the Inspector’s Manor, could you guide me in cultivation?” Dongbo Yu asked eagerly.
Dongbo Xueying chuckled. “You rascal. Usually, you slack off when I urge you to train. How rare for you to ask for guidance.” Little did he know, his display of divine prowess today had ignited his son’s ambition.
“Your Highness! Your Highness!”
From afar, Commander Baili Shang traversed the void, his dark face etched with reverence—genuine reverence from the depths of his heart. “The million deities of the Ten Thousand Abyss who gathered faith… they’re all dead.”
“All of them?” Dongbo Xueying was stunned. He had assumed Venomous Ying had merely relocated them, not slaughtered them outright.
“Are you certain?” Dongbo Xueying pressed.
“Not a hundred percent, as Venomous Ying obscured spacetime to block detection,” Baili Shang replied hastily. “But my subordinates have interrogated thoroughly. The lower ranks of the Ten Thousand Abyss knew nothing—only the upper echelon Realm Gods were aware. On the very second day after Your Highness assumed the Inspector’s post, she summoned those million deities into her grand hall. Once the doors closed… they were never seen again.”
Dongbo Xueying’s face darkened.
*How ruthless.*
The second day—wasn’t that when Ying Guliang came to apologize? After that failed, Venomous Ying had immediately slaughtered all those loyal followers, erasing every trace of evidence.
“Wait. A million deities, all conveniently in the Ten Thousand Abyss?” Dongbo Xueying’s thoughts raced. *She must have been preparing since I became Master’s disciple, gathering them from across the land, keeping them ready for disposal.*
“To kill them all so decisively.” His eyes gleamed coldly. *Truly venomous.*
Though he himself was no stranger to decisive violence, he would never slaughter the innocent en masse. Some might inadvertently harm the weak in their battles, but Venomous Ying had planned this massacre long in advance. The moment her apology failed, she executed her loyal followers—just to cover her tracks.
*Do you really think you can erase everything?* Dongbo Xueying had already begun formulating his countermove.
—
As Dongbo Xueying and his forces scoured the Ten Thousand Abyss, news of his deeds spread like wildfire across the Anhai Domain.
The Anhai Domain was vast—requiring time to traverse even via spatial teleportation—yet small enough that messages could flash across it in an instant. The true power players of Anhai, already attuned to the conflict between Dongbo Xueying and Venomous Ying, swiftly caught wind of the developments.
“This Dongbo lad is impressive.”
The Anhai Prefect, a kindly old man with a perpetual smile, paused in watering his flowers as his attendant relayed the news. “To so effortlessly crush Venomous Ying and Dongxiao Realm God at his level… his strength ranks among the pinnacle of Third Heaven Realm Gods, perhaps even rivaling Commander Wu Jun. And I’ve heard rumors that he slew one of Venomous Ying’s avatars!”
“Chunhua, where did you hear that?” The Prefect cast a sidelong glance at the youthful attendant.
“Heh, word from Drycloud Mountain. Not confirmed, but likely true,” the attendant replied. “They say Venomous Ying sent an avatar there to seek Emperor Wuchen’s protection right after Dongbo Xueying became Inspector.”
“Brother Wuchen is obsessed with cultivation,” the Prefect mused. “He explores countless paths, desperate to break through to become an Eternal. He scours the Divine Realm and the Abyss for anything that might aid him. Venomous Ying must have offered him something invaluable to earn his favor.”
“Emperor Wuchen’s judgment seems… unwise,” the attendant ventured.
“Respect your elders!” the Prefect snapped. “And what would you know? Trapped at the final barrier, one’s greatest desire is to shatter it and attain eternity. For that chance, what wouldn’t he dare?”
A glint of something fierce flickered in the Prefect’s eyes. As an ancient Fourth Heaven Realm God, he understood Wuchen’s desperation all too well. Faced with even a sliver of hope for transcendence, he too would stop at nothing—even if it meant killing Dongbo Xueying and defecting from Bloodblade Divine Court to another power like the Spacetime Island. To these ancient cultivators, personal strength was all that mattered. Power and status were fleeting illusions.
“Eh-heh…” The attendant hastily changed the subject. “Prefect, for a Second Heaven Realm God to be this powerful… could he have mastered a supreme art?”
“Indeed.” The Prefect nodded. “As His Majesty’s personal disciple, he must have been granted one.”
“A supreme art!” The attendant’s eyes gleamed with envy. “If I had one, I might rival a Fourth Heaven Realm God!” (He was currently Third Heaven.)
The Prefect scoffed. “For a technique to defy the natural order, compensating for lower realms with overwhelming power, its cultivation must be equally arduous. Dongbo Xueying’s comprehension is exceptional—an ordinary Second Heaven Realm God would progress far slower. Even the Bamboo Mountain Prefect, revered as one of the Three Ancestors, remains a unique Fourth Heaven Realm God. With his insights, he should have long ascended to Eternal. Yet, the supreme art holds him back.”
“Ah.” The attendant nodded sagely.
“Still, this Dongbo lad is remarkable. At his pace, he’ll reach Third Heaven within ten millennia, and his strength will soar even higher.” The Prefect chuckled warmly.
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The Anhai Prefect wasn’t the only one astonished. Other renowned Third Heaven Realm Gods—Commander Wu Jun, the Corpse King, White Sand City Lord—were equally stunned. The latter even exclaimed, “My little brother’s progress is astounding! Even I, his elder, can’t confidently defeat him now. I must visit him for a spar!” With that, the White Sand City Lord departed his domain, hastening toward the Eastern Domain City.
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