Chapter 630: Is This the Origin Land?

At the same moment.

In the hidden underground hall of the Blood Blade Divine Court.

The Blood Blade Divine Emperor, who had been observing and comprehending before the blazing Cosmic Copper Furnace, also received Dongbo Xueying’s message. His expression darkened slightly. “Golden-furred ape? Mother Cult?” He immediately confirmed Dongbo Xueying’s location through karma.

But then—

Whoosh.

Dongbo Xueying’s clone vanished into thin air, and the karmic connection disappeared as well!

“Gone?” The Blood Blade Divine Emperor’s eyes burned with fury. To lose all karmic traces—under normal circumstances, there was only one possibility: death! Of course, Dongbo Xueying’s true body in the Xia Clan’s world still existed, but the clone that had been with the golden-furred ape had completely vanished, leaving no trace of karma.

Naturally, the Blood Blade Divine Emperor assumed that Dongbo Xueying’s clone had been annihilated.

After all, for someone to remain alive yet untraceable through karma—even with the Divine Emperor’s vast knowledge, he knew of only a handful of such possibilities, each exceedingly rare even for a Paragon.

“Truly audacious,” the Blood Blade Divine Emperor muttered, his eyes glinting with cold light before he vanished without a trace.

—

“Whoosh.”

After activating the talisman, Dongbo Xueying felt the gentle embrace of the universe’s energy surrounding him, far more soothing than traversing space-time. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at his destination.

Dongbo Xueying looked around.

He found himself in a void of chaos, yet beneath his feet lay a small patch of land, no more than a few dozen miles in span.

“My eyes… my ears…” Dongbo Xueying was stunned.

His vision had once been terrifyingly sharp—he could discern the patterns on an ant’s back from hundreds of millions of miles away. His hearing could pick up countless vibrations, allowing him to “listen” to the vast surroundings even with his eyes closed.

But now…

He realized that even this small patch of land seemed hazy in the distance, barely discernible.

His ears could only catch the faint whispers of the wind, unable to perceive the countless vibrations he once could.

This sensation was far inferior to his mortal days when he had achieved harmony with nature—it was as if he had regressed to an ordinary, powerless youth.

“A mortal?” Dongbo Xueying raised his right hand and clenched it.

No space shattered. Not even the slightest ripple of compressed air.

“My Taihao Force? World Divine Power?” He could still sense the dormant power within him, yet neither his Taihao Force nor World Divine Power responded—utterly immobile, impossible to summon.

“What’s going on?” Dongbo Xueying felt his strength reduced to insignificance. He drew a flying dagger from his waist, but without the ability to project his consciousness, even this divine weapon now felt like an ordinary blade.

He lightly dragged the dagger across his palm.

A wound appeared instantly.

“What?” Though he had suspected as much, seeing his once-indestructible body cut so easily—and even bleeding—left him stunned.

“Have I become a mortal?” He sheathed the dagger and scanned his surroundings, at a loss.

After years of cultivation, Dongbo Xueying had attained power rivaling that of a Paragon. Yet now, after activating the talisman and being transported to the Primordial Land, he had been reduced to a mere mortal?

He gazed at the land before him.

Rows of lush trees swayed in the distance, their verdant leaves fluttering. Behind them stood a cluster of ancient stone huts.

Beyond the trees lay flower beds, grassy fields, and a babbling brook where fish occasionally leaped from the water. A wooden bridge arched over the stream. At the heart of the land stood three scattered thatched cottages, their dried roofs tinged yellow—all exuding a rustic, natural beauty.

“This… is the Primordial Land?” Dongbo Xueying was baffled.

He had imagined countless possibilities.

A place capable of instantly transporting him from anywhere in the universe—even the most oppressive ancient ruins—to the Primordial Land, and vice versa. According to the records, even a Paragon entering here would face near-certain death. He had expected a realm of extreme danger, yet what lay before him seemed more like a tranquil retreat.

*Thud.*

A sound echoed from afar.

Dongbo Xueying turned to see one of the unassuming stone huts at the edge of the land. Its door creaked open, and out stepped an elderly man clad in simple cloth robes, his hair white as snow.

“Someone else is here?” Dongbo Xueying held his breath. The Primordial Land had inhabitants?

“Little one, feeling like a mortal now?” The old man chuckled as he approached, calling out from a distance. “Isn’t it refreshing to step away from constant cultivation and revisit the simplicity of mortal life? The fragrance of flowers, the beauty of leaves—you’ve nearly forgotten such sensations, haven’t you?”

Dongbo Xueying froze.

Mortal sensations?

Indeed.

With his once-keen vision, even a single leaf appeared as vast as a continent, its every structure and secret laid bare. A mere whiff would unravel the countless compounds within a scent.

“Sometimes, a little obscurity makes the world more intriguing,” the old man mused. “When our ancestor created this place, it was for respite—to relive the mortal experience. No matter how powerful you are, even a Paragon who steps here becomes a mortal. That… is the rule of the Primordial Land.”

Dongbo Xueying began to understand.

This was a law decreed by the land itself.

Enter, and you are mortal.

“But without the ability to wield laws or manifest power, how can one gauge strength here?” Dongbo Xueying asked. “Wasn’t the Primordial Land said to be perilous, a place of life and death?”

“Patience,” the old man replied. “Your trial of life and death will come soon. For now, calm yourself. Your mind is still unsettled.”

Dongbo Xueying felt a pang of shame.

Indeed, his state of mind had been shaken. Since transcending mortality, he had never experienced such complete vulnerability. Even when disguising himself as a mortal, it had been just that—a disguise. But here, under the Primordial Land’s rule, he was truly mortal. A simple blade could slice his skin. His strength was meager—lifting a few hundred pounds would be a feat.

“Karma?” Dongbo Xueying suddenly realized. “What of karma here?”

“Can’t sense it?” the old man asked.

“My true body outside can no longer perceive this one,” Dongbo Xueying confirmed, astonished.

In his past understanding, losing karmic connection meant death.

Yet here he was, alive and well in the Primordial Land—while his true body could no longer sense him, their memories remained shared.

“That’s the Primordial Land’s influence,” the old man explained. “You’re still young, only at the Fourth Heaven. Your comprehension is limited—how much of this world have you truly seen?”