Shaking off the Queen of Qihai, Dongbo Xueying sped through the winding, shadowy passage at his maximum velocity.
“Truly worthy of being the Qihai Emperor. That ‘Temporal-Spatial Grand World’ is indeed profound and unfathomable,” Dongbo Xueying mused as he flew, reflecting on their brief clash. Over the years of seclusion, he had primarily cultivated the World Divine Heart and refined the True God artifact—the flying dagger—greatly deepening his comprehension of the world’s mysteries. Thus, he could better discern the extraordinary nature of the ‘Temporal-Spatial Grand World.’
Not only that, but the three peculiar weapons left behind by the frozen corpse of that mysterious Venerable-level expert Dongbo Xueying had obtained all contained traces of the ‘Path of Time and Space.’ Among them was one capable of sealing enemies within. Comparing the two, he could see even more clearly the unique aspects of the Qihai Emperor’s technique.
“The crimson wristband manipulates time and space even more masterfully. It transcends the laws of heaven and earth—it is a path of time and space forged anew,” Dongbo Xueying thought to himself. “Though the Qihai Emperor is powerful, he has yet to carve out his own path. Yet, he fused time and space with the world, creating a sealed realm. Had I been slightly weaker and unable to destroy that terrifying vortex, I would have been sucked into the Temporal-Spatial Grand World, imprisoned and trapped.”
Dongbo Xueying silently marveled.
Though he was confident in his mastery of the world, he still felt inferior compared to the Qihai Emperor. But at least now, he could discern many truths, indicating that the gap between them was no longer as vast as it had been when he was merely a Three Heavens Realm God.
“His self-created fission clone technique is also remarkable,” Dongbo Xueying recalled the eight demonic clones formed from the severed tentacles. His own world clones were condensed through the unique properties of world force. What was world force? It was the fundamental power of a world, capable of transforming into all things. Thus, by harnessing world force, one could manifest endless variations—clones, weapons, anything.
Of course, the prerequisite was a fundamental understanding of the essence. Techniques like the Taihao Force and the Annihilation Profound Body could be replicated once fully comprehended. Simple materials like gold, silver, or stone, whose basic structures he could perceive, could also be conjured. However, blood-forged divine weapons like the ‘Redcloud Spear,’ whose intricate material compositions eluded him, remained beyond his ability to replicate. He could only produce more ordinary weapons.
Yet, world force had a significant flaw—if an enemy seized control over it, he would be powerless.
Moreover, in ancient lands like the Three-Headed Divine Mountain or the Lakeheart Island, certain rules were suppressed. Dongbo Xueying and others couldn’t manipulate even a sliver of world force. They couldn’t traverse space-time or deploy Realm God domains—no external aid was possible. They could only rely on themselves.
“His fission clones are an intrinsic ability, requiring no external aid,” Dongbo Xueying mused. “His tentacle-flesh can transform into clones while retaining immense power. That must be the result of a unique bodily modification technique.”
Like the soldiers of the Bloodblade Divine Court’s Third, Second, and First-Class Legions, who underwent bodily modifications, the Qihai Emperor had evidently devised his own special method. Though his eight demonic clones were slightly weaker than his true form, they still multiplied his combat power severalfold—an impressive feat.
“If we engaged in close combat, his mastery of realms would ultimately surpass mine. Victory would be difficult,” Dongbo Xueying admitted to himself. But he wasn’t disheartened—every expert had their strengths, and so did he.
“Hmm?”
Now only a little over two hundred million miles from the demonic vortex, Dongbo Xueying’s expression shifted. “What a coincidence.”
He could clearly sense it.
Two Abyssal Monarchs traversing the demonic vortex had repeatedly warped through space-time. One such warp had brought them directly to the end of the path ahead of him—into this very winding passage.
“The demonic vortex causes erratic space-time shifts during flight. To think they’d coincidentally land right here?” Dongbo Xueying was speechless. “Well, at least they’re just two ordinary Abyssal Monarchs.”
Among the Abyssal Monarchs within the Three-Headed Divine Mountain, only the Luo Demon Monarch and the Qihai Emperor were on his level.
The Luo Demon Monarch was the last person Dongbo Xueying wanted to encounter!
—
“We actually caught up.”
The two Abyssal Monarchs landed at the entrance of the winding passage, emerging from the demonic vortex with visible delight.
“Earlier, through karma perception, I sensed that His Highness Dongbo would soon enter the demonic vortex and likely escape even farther. I thought we’d lost him! Who knew a single space-time warp within the vortex would bring us right here,” said one of them—a plump, semi-transparent Abyssal Monarch with dozens of soft tentacles.
“Indeed, our luck is good,” nodded the other, a gray-robed Abyssal Monarch.
“Monarch Duluo, are you truly confident in restraining His Highness Dongbo? He’s likely ascended to the Four Heavens Realm God level, greatly enhancing his strength. And according to my karma perception, even the Qihai Emperor failed to stop him earlier,” the plump, translucent Abyssal Monarch said.
“Rest assured. As long as you can guarantee my safety, I will absolutely restrain him,” the gray-robed Abyssal Monarch declared confidently. “I’ve cultivated for fifty billion years, waiting for this very opportunity. If we succeed… given the White Monarch’s temperament, granting us the first volume of the ‘Blood Demon Tome’ is certain. We might even obtain the complete inheritance.”
“Mm.” The plump Abyssal Monarch nodded.
The gray-robed Abyssal Monarch glanced at his companion, Monarch Qufu—the one he had chosen precisely because he knew of His Highness Dongbo’s prowess. Even as a Three Heavens Realm God, Dongbo Xueying’s combat power rivaled that of an ordinary Paragon. Now, as a Four Heavens Realm God, he would only grow stronger. Historical records showed that some peerless Realm Gods at this level could even approach Venerable-level combat power.
Thus, he had enlisted this famously defensive companion.
“This is my best chance. If we succeed, my contribution will be greatest, and the odds of obtaining the complete ‘Blood Demon Tome’ are high. Even if it’s just the first volume… mastering it would still greatly enhance my strength,” the gray-robed Abyssal Monarch thought, his eyes burning with desire. Even a Four Heavens-level technique, when perfected, could grant near-Venerable power.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two transformed into streaks of light, swiftly moving to intercept.
The winding passage had only one path. Faced with two ordinary Abyssal Monarchs, Dongbo Xueying had no intention of retreating. He had charged headlong against the Qihai Emperor—why fear these two?
“Monarch Duluo and Monarch Qufu. Qufu has cultivated his defensive and survival arts to an extreme, comparable to the ninth layer of the ‘Myriad Calamities Chaos Body,'” Dongbo Xueying mused. The Myriad Calamities Chaos Body specialized in survival—perfected, it was unkillable.
“If I can’t kill him, I’ll just ignore him. As for Duluo? I’ve heard nothing remarkable about him.”
The distance between them shrank rapidly.
A hundred million miles… ninety million… eighty million…
Dongbo Xueying’s flight speed was more than double theirs. Closing in swiftly, he gripped the Redcloud Spear single-handedly, his aura wild and domineering. These two Paragons of the Dark Abyss were hardly opponents in his eyes.
“He’s coming.”
Monarch Qufu and Monarch Duluo halted, gazing into the depths of the winding passage. As Paragons, their vision pierced through spatial distortions, locking onto the distant, ferocious figure clad in black armor, wielding a crimson spear. His speed approached two million miles per second—a staggering velocity that left them breathless.
The terrifying aura radiating from his body made their hearts tremble even from afar. Having perfected the fourth layer of the Annihilation Profound Body, Dongbo Xueying was now a true soldier of the Destruction Corps. Even as an ordinary member, he could instill fear in ordinary True Gods.
His presence was overwhelming—oppressive even before battle began.
“Monarch Qufu, you’re certain you can hold him off?” Monarch Duluo asked.
“Relax,” Qufu gritted his teeth. “You know this—even the Luo Demon Monarch took the time it takes to drink tea to destroy one of my clones. This His Highness Dongbo won’t break through me.”
The black-armored figure with the crimson spear was now closing in at terrifying speed.
A voice echoed across the distance:
“Honored Abyssal Monarchs, please step aside.”
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