The massive bone spike clashed against the Crimson Cloud Spear. Dongbo Xueying felt layer upon layer of force eroding the spear, causing him to stagger slightly from the impact.
“Is this the power of a supreme technique? A newly ascended Three Heavens Realm God like you can fight beyond your rank?” The Lord of Cangyong was furious. In the past, he wouldn’t have even glanced at a Three Heavens Realm God, yet Dongbo Xueying, though weaker, was not far behind him now.
“Be careful,” a voice whispered in Dongbo Xueying’s ear. “Dongbo Xueying, the Lord of Cangyong’s attacks may seem brutal, but they are insidious—specializing in infiltration, erosion, decay, and annihilation.”
From afar, a silver-haired woman in white robes simultaneously manipulated countless sword beams, aiding in the assault against the Lord of Cangyong.
“Cangyong, what brings you to my Eastern Domain City?” Dongbo Xueying swung his spear in a sweeping motion, its momentum fierce as it spanned hundreds of millions of miles.
“You killed my subordinate, and you think I’d let that slide?” The Lord of Cangyong lunged forward, his bone spike intercepting the spear once more.
“Who are you fooling? You’d go this far for a mere clone of your subordinate?” Dongbo Xueying sneered. He was acutely aware of his own weakness in the profundities of the Dao. Though the power and speed of his Taihao Force were formidable, he had only reached the Second Rotation. Relying solely on the Taihao Force, he could barely hold his ground. Suddenly, his spear technique shifted, unleashing his killing move.
**Boom!**
The spear thrust forward, causing the surrounding space to collapse and compress into an extreme singularity, erupting with terrifying penetrative force.
“Hmm? This move?” The Lord of Cangyong’s expression darkened as his bone spikes formed a circular ripple in defense.
The spear tip clashed against the rippling circle.
The Lord of Cangyong’s face twisted in shock.
“Again!” Dongbo Xueying pressed the attack relentlessly, his spear strikes growing fiercer with each blow.
He didn’t deploy his World Prison or other techniques, nor did he close the distance. This battle had erupted too suddenly—he hadn’t had time to refine his other secret arts. His mastery of the *Myriad Tribulations Chaos Body* was still incomplete, leaving his spear technique, *Annihilation*, as his sole trump card. This move was derived from the fusion of his three divine cores—World, Chaos Hole, and Singularity. With each successive strike, his proficiency grew.
Beside him, the silver-haired woman’s sword beams rained down in a relentless barrage, their power no less formidable than Dongbo Xueying’s own.
Together, their combined assault forced the Lord of Cangyong into a stalemate.
“Damn it! How is Dongbo Xueying this strong? If he’s this powerful, how can I capture him? Forget capture—I can’t even kill him!” The Lord of Cangyong shot a glance at the silver-haired woman. “That Mystic Maiden hasn’t even entered the Realm God domain yet—she’s still at the Deity level, relying solely on secret arts to fight me. Dongbo Xueying is also a newly ascended Three Heavens Realm God, yet with his supreme technique and this spear skill… Individually, they’re weaker than me. Given time, I might prevail. But together? Even an hour of battle wouldn’t guarantee victory.”
“Why did the Mystic Maiden appear here, of all places? And right in Eastern Domain City?” The Lord of Cangyong muttered under his breath.
Suddenly, his expression changed as he sensed a presence behind him. Far in the starry void, a starfield vessel emerged, its prow bearing an amiable-looking elder. Yet, even from a distance, the elder exuded an overwhelming aura that seemed to engulf the boundless cosmos. A colossal dragon’s head phantom faintly manifested across the vast expanse of space.
“Lord Anhai!” The Lord of Cangyong’s heart trembled.
Though he possessed immense potential, he was still among the younger generation.
Lord Anhai, however, had lived for an unfathomably long time—his lifespan rivaled even that of the Lord of Moxue. To endure so long without descending into madness or seeking reincarnation spoke volumes of his strength. He was widely regarded as a figure nearing the level of a Paragon! His only shortcoming compared to the Lord of Moxue was the lack of a verified record of withstanding a Paragon’s assault.
Regardless, he was far beyond the Lord of Cangyong’s league.
“With the Mystic Maiden aiding Dongbo Xueying, even without Lord Anhai, I stand no chance. Time to retreat!” Without hesitation, the Lord of Cangyong turned and fled. Having controlled the battlefield from the start, he swiftly activated the pre-laid formations, recalling his array disks before vanishing into a spatial rift aboard his starfield vessel.
“Lord Dongbo, I, Cangyong, shall return another day to offer my apologies. That old dragon is too troublesome—I must take my leave for now.” The Lord of Cangyong’s voice echoed in Dongbo Xueying’s mind.
Dongbo Xueying was taken aback.
Apologies?
He had been at a disadvantage against the Lord of Cangyong. Why the sudden humility?
“Killing Cantu Realm God was strange enough—why would he personally intervene for a mere clone? Now, after failing, he talks of apologies? Does he want something from me?” Dongbo Xueying’s thoughts turned to the mysterious black sphere he had acquired. “Hmph. I’ll deal with whatever comes.”
Once he consolidated his strength further, he’d have nothing to fear from Cangyong.
“Dongbo.” Lord Anhai approached with a smile.
**Whoosh.**
The silver-haired woman in white descended toward Eastern Domain City below, vanishing from sight.
Dongbo Xueying glanced briefly before turning to greet Lord Anhai. “My Lord.”
“You’ve truly become a Three Heavens Realm God?” Lord Anhai stored his starfield vessel, marveling. “By my count, your cultivation spans less than forty thousand years.”
“Thirty-nine thousand,” Dongbo Xueying confirmed.
Time acceleration didn’t count.
Accelerated time was for refining techniques—true enlightenment required the natural flow of time.
“Astounding. In the entire history of the Divine Realm and Abyss, the fastest to reach Three Heavens was Lord Feixue of Snowfall Manor, taking fifty-three thousand years.” Lord Anhai shook his head in admiration. “Yet you’ve done it in thirty-nine thousand. Extraordinary.”
Record-breakers were always exceptional.
Dongbo Xueying humbly replied, “I had some luck.”
First, his early cultivation in World, Chaos Hole, and Singularity—paths he’d pursued since his Transcendent days—had given him a natural advantage. His grasp of Space-Time, however, remained lacking, likely requiring far more time to master.
Second, the black sphere’s revelation of its profound array diagrams had provided the final push to break through his bottleneck. Without it, he might have been stuck for another twenty or thirty thousand years.
“All who achieve miracles have their share of fortune,” Lord Anhai said warmly. “Records exist for every breakthrough—from One Heaven to Four Heavens, even to Paragon. Every record-breaker is extraordinary. Once this spreads, your name will resound across the Divine Realm and Abyss.”
—
After a brief conversation, Lord Anhai departed, his demeanor noticeably warmer. After all, those who set records were destined for greatness.
Historically, record-breaking Realm Gods—figures like Qing Jun, the Annihilation Emperor, Lord Feixue, and the master of the Spacetime Island—had all ascended to staggering heights. Only the Annihilation Emperor, lost to madness, had met an early end. The weakest among them, Lord Feixue, had still reached the level of the Three Ancestors. Now that Dongbo Xueying had surpassed his record, none could predict how far he might rise. This was why the Lord of Cangyong had softened his stance.
Had Dongbo Xueying merely been strong, the Lord of Cangyong could have sought allies for another assault. But with his record-breaking ascension, finding willing accomplices would be impossible. Even the Lord of Cangyong himself dared not provoke Dongbo Xueying too deeply.
—
After parting with Lord Anhai, Dongbo Xueying descended into his Inspector’s Manor.
“Disperse,” he commanded, ignoring the fawning Mo Junzhu and his subordinates as he strode into his residence.
By the expansive lakeside within the manor, Dongbo Xueying landed softly.
He turned to see Yu Jingqiu, clad in deep blue robes, walking along the corridor toward him, a gentle smile on her lips. “Xueying.”
“You saw the battle?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied, her joy evident. “The entire manor is abuzz with talk.”
Suddenly, Dongbo Xueying reached out and took her hand.
Yu Jingqiu blinked in surprise.
“Let’s walk by the lake,” he said softly.
“Alright.” She nodded.
They strolled in silence, the weight of unspoken thoughts heavy between them. The ripples from a bird diving into the water to snatch a fish mirrored the turbulence in Dongbo Xueying’s heart.
Finally, he turned to his wife. “Jingqiu… that silver-haired woman was you, wasn’t it?”
**(End of Chapter)**
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