Chapter 586: The White King

Dongbo Xueying transformed into a streak of light as he shot out from the gaping maw of the demonic skull.

“Finally out.” Once he emerged from the Three-Headed Divine Mountain, Dongbo Xueying immediately felt the oppressive weight lift from his body. He could now manipulate the surrounding world’s energy and traverse space-time freely. Inside the mountain, his abilities had been completely suppressed, forcing him to travel at a sluggish pace.

“Hmph!”

A cold snort suddenly echoed through the air.

Dongbo Xueying swiftly turned his head and spotted a strikingly handsome man clad in silver-white armor hovering midair. The man’s expression was icy, his gaze filled with disdain—as if looking at an insignificant insect. The White Monarch was infamous throughout the Dark Abyss for his bloodlust, a trait so extreme that even demons, who were born and raised in endless slaughter, feared him. His cruelty and madness were legendary.

Demons were terrifying, but the White Monarch was the demon among demons!

“White Monarch—” Dongbo Xueying barely managed to speak.

“Swish!” The White Monarch drew a sword from his waist in an instant, offering no words before slashing downward.

The surrounding world froze, leaving Dongbo Xueying no time to evade.

The sword’s radiance was breathtaking, arcing through the sky like a rainbow.

So beautiful!

Yet, before he could react, the blade had already struck him. Dongbo Xueying had no chance to defend. The sword at the White Monarch’s waist was a true divine artifact, and his swordsmanship surpassed that of ordinary True Gods—this strike transcended the very laws of heaven and earth! Only when the blade landed did Dongbo Xueying realize the vast gulf between them.

**Boom!**

Dongbo Xueying was sent flying backward, crashing into the massive demonic visage of the Three-Headed Divine Mountain. He tumbled twice before gripping the rocky surface to steady himself.

His blood boiled within him, a metallic taste rising in his throat. Glancing down, he saw a thin, sword-shaped crack on his chest armor.

“A single strike damaged my armor? According to the *Annihilation Primordial Body*, even a Paragon would struggle to kill me—only the absolute strongest among them could manage it. Yet the White Monarch wounded me with a casual swing. By the standards of the Heartlake Island era, he must be among the top-tier Paragons.” Dongbo Xueying quickly assessed the situation.

He looked up at the silver-armored figure in the distance. “But to attack without even speaking… This is troublesome. Do I really have to use that talisman?”

The talisman was special—both a boon and a potential disaster. Dongbo Xueying would only resort to it as a last measure.

“As expected of the first supreme powerhouse across countless cosmic epochs, the Destroyer Legion he created is extraordinary. Even a mere soldier possesses such formidable defenses.” The White Monarch stood in midair, murmuring to himself. He was genuinely surprised. Who was he? The White Monarch, who feared no Ruler, reigning freely over the first fifty layers of the Abyss! His path was one of slaughter, yet he had failed to kill a mere Four-Heavens World God with a single strike?

“To survive my blade, you’ve earned the right to share a drink with me,” the White Monarch said indifferently.

“A drink?” Dongbo Xueying was momentarily stunned.

“What? Would you prefer death?” The White Monarch’s gaze sharpened.

Dongbo Xueying quickly replied, “No one seeks death willingly. And if the White Monarch offers me wine, I’d be honored.”

The two immediately ascended into the sky, landing atop a cloud layer where a cloud-formed table and chairs awaited. A beautiful maiden stood nearby, though Dongbo Xueying could tell she wasn’t a true living being.

“Sit,” the White Monarch commanded, taking his seat first.

Dongbo Xueying complied.

The maiden gracefully poured wine for them.

“The Destroyer Legion’s techniques are truly remarkable,” the White Monarch mused, raising his cup. “Worthy of being called the strongest defensive art across countless epochs. And you—passing their trials is no small feat.”

“Just luck,” Dongbo Xueying said humbly.

“Success is never luck,” the White Monarch countered with a faint smile. He lifted his cup. “To you.”

Dongbo Xueying raised his own cup in response.

“Few are worthy of sharing my table,” the White Monarch remarked. “You’ve earned that privilege.”

“If I hadn’t survived your strike, I’d be dead now, wouldn’t I?” Dongbo Xueying ventured.

“An insect that can’t withstand a casual swing from me has no right to sit here,” the White Monarch replied coolly. “Had I killed you, I’d simply have your men scour the Qi River World for the *Blood Devil Scroll*. A mere hundred billion years means nothing to me.”

Dongbo Xueying nodded.

The White Monarch hadn’t slain him outright because, first, his defensive prowess proved he wasn’t an ant to be crushed casually.

Second, the White Monarch likely assumed Dongbo Xueying hadn’t brought the *Blood Devil Scroll* with him, instead hiding it in the Qi River World. Searching for it could take eons—hardly worth the effort.

These two reasons had earned Dongbo Xueying this negotiation.

**Whoosh!**

Two figures suddenly appeared in the distance.

They traversed space swiftly, landing atop the clouds. Dongbo Xueying and the White Monarch turned to see a towering six-armed demon dragging the Howling Fiend Cult Leader by the scruff like a helpless chick.

“Monarch, his avatar was destroyed. This is his true body,” the six-armed demon said, tossing the cult leader forward. The Howling Fiend Cult Leader scrambled to his feet, his divine heart sealed but still capable of flight.

Terror filled his eyes as he took in his surroundings—Dongbo Xueying and the legendary White Monarch, who had ruled the first fifty layers of the Dark Abyss for countless ages.

“Monarch! Your Majesty!” The cult leader prostrated himself, begging for mercy. “Lord Dongbo, spare me! Spare me!”

“I heard you came to the Dark Abyss to save your friend, Chi Qiu Bai?” the White Monarch said casually.

Dongbo Xueying was surprised by his knowledge but nodded. “Yes.”

“A pity. Your friend was used as a sacrifice for a forbidden art—likely the *Blood Devil Scroll*,” the White Monarch said, flicking a finger. A wisp of bloody energy enveloped the cult leader, whose eyes bulged in horror before his body disintegrated into nothingness.

Dongbo Xueying sensed it immediately—the Howling Fiend Cult Leader’s karmic presence had vanished. His true body and avatars were utterly annihilated.

“Consider this a gesture of goodwill for our negotiation,” the White Monarch said.

Dongbo Xueying nodded slightly. He had vowed to kill the cult leader the moment he saw Chi Qiu Bai’s tormented soul. If the White Monarch hadn’t done it, he would have.

The White Monarch sipped his wine. “I don’t demand the original *Blood Devil Scroll: Upper Volume*. Just allow me and Jiemie to undergo its legacy once each. In return, Jiemie will grant you access to the *Lower Volume*’s legacy. And I’ll ensure your safe departure from the Dark Abyss.”

“Agreed,” Dongbo Xueying said without hesitation.

“Then I’ll summon Jiemie.” The White Monarch nodded, sending a karmic message to the 199th layer of the Abyss. “Jiemie, come.”