On the ancient battle platform, Dongbo Xueying and the Venomous Ying Venerable stood facing each other from a distance.
Dongbo Xueying extended his right hand, and a silver spear appeared in his grasp. Simultaneously, with a thunderous roar, a crimson tide surged outward from him, rolling violently and almost instantly crashing toward the Venomous Ying Venerable. This was a domain-type technique, enveloping the entire battlefield in all directions, leaving the Venerable no room to evade. In an instant, he was completely submerged.
**Domain of Slaughter!**
Now, Dongbo Xueying had reached the pinnacle bottleneck in both the Dao of Slaughter and the Dao of Undulations, just one step away from eternal perfection—though that step seemed as insurmountable as a chasm. His heightened realm, combined with his self-created ultimate technique, *The Ripple of the Dao*, had deepened his accumulation, refining the *Domain of Slaughter* to terrifying levels of power.
“Hmm?” Within the crimson tide, the Venomous Ying Venerable’s expression shifted slightly. He felt hidden undulations continuously seeping into his body, vibrating every inch of his being, threatening to shatter him from within. Layer upon layer of these undulations coiled around him like spiderwebs, tightening their grip.
“What a fearsome domain! It can actually harm my body. The longer I stay within it, the worse my injuries and restraints become.” The Venerable immediately recognized Dongbo Xueying as the most formidable opponent he had ever faced among his peers. “I must end this quickly—no delays!”
Unlike the Red Fiend Divine Emperor, who had techniques to suppress the *Domain of Slaughter*, the Venomous Ying Venerable lacked such means. Moreover, the domain had grown even stronger now.
But he had his own way of fighting.
With a furious roar, the Venomous Ying Venerable unleashed his power.
**BOOM!**
His aura surged violently, his robes billowing outward. His already glossy skin thickened into a visible membrane, muscles swelling with immense energy. Even his eyes developed a transparent film as his presence skyrocketed.
In a flash, he drew the greatsword from his back and lunged at Dongbo Xueying, delivering a savage slash aimed straight for his opponent’s head.
**CLANG!**
Dongbo Xueying, standing motionless, reacted with serpentine speed. His spear flicked upward, intercepting the blade with a force that channeled his entire strength.
The Venomous Ying Venerable felt an overwhelming, world-shattering power transmitted through the spear—a power laced with strange, rippling undulations that sent his blood boiling. The impact hurled him backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
“His strength surpasses mine?” The Venerable couldn’t believe it. His physical might exceeded even that of ordinary Paragons, yet here he was, overpowered and wounded.
Though sent flying, the Venerable’s silver braids suddenly elongated, coiling around Dongbo Xueying like living tendrils. Despite the spear’s prowess, ninety-three braids—each flexible, swift, and unpredictable—swarmed him, binding his body in layers.
“This is troublesome,” murmured the observing Paragons, holding their breath. The battle was too fast, too intense—it would be decided in moments.
With a mighty heave, Dongbo Xueying strained against the braids. **CRACK!** The silver strands trembled but held firm.
The Venomous Ying Venerable, now stabilized, watched in shock. His braids stretched for miles, blotting out the sky as they ensnared his foe. “Such strength! I nearly lost control.”
“Still trapped?” Dongbo Xueying was equally surprised. Six million years in the Ancestral Fiend Mountain had accelerated his cultivation, equivalent to thirty million years elsewhere. His *Walker’s Secret Treasury* had reached the eighth layer, yet his spear had only drawn blood. Now, mere hair restrained him?
“Break!”
A dark, shimmering light enveloped Dongbo Xueying—**Soldier’s Wrath**, the most destructive force of the Voidwalker lineage. Each strand of this energy was as sharp as a blade, capable of annihilating anything it touched.
Cloaked in this power, Dongbo Xueying resembled a demon god emerging from darkness, his very hair radiating terrifying energy.
With another exertion—
**BOOM!**
The braids strained once more, but this time, the razor-sharp **Soldier’s Wrath** sliced through them. Strands snapped like threads, forcing the Venomous Ying Venerable to recoil in alarm.
“Kill!” Undeterred, the Venerable charged again, his remaining braids writhing like vipers.
Blades and tendrils struck simultaneously, overwhelming Dongbo Xueying’s defenses.
“*The Ripple of the Dao—Twin Undulation Slaughter!*”
Black **Soldier’s Wrath** erupted from Dongbo Xueying’s body, each strand spiraling with twin crimson undulations. Where they intersected, catastrophic force erupted.
**THUD! THUD! THUD!**
The Venerable, trusting his resilience, endured the onslaught—only for the energy to pierce his body, riddling him with bloody holes. His movements faltered, his injuries mounting.
A final spear thrust, infused with **Soldier’s Wrath**, pierced his chest, leaving a gaping wound.
“I yield,” the Venomous Ying Venerable gasped, blood staining his lips.
Silence fell.
The *Domain of Slaughter* dissipated. Dongbo Xueying withdrew his spear, the remnants of his energy returning to him.
“You’ve bested me fairly,” the Venerable admitted, his wounds already healing. “In direct combat, I lost. You are stronger.”
“You fought well,” Dongbo Xueying replied.
Without his six million years in the Ancestral Fiend Mountain and *The Ripple of the Dao*, he would have been forced to rely on evasion and subterfuge. Now, he had triumphed through sheer force.
As congratulations poured in from the observing Paragons, Dongbo Xueying bid them farewell. Guided by his new attendant—a puppet maiden who once served the Venomous Ying Venerable—he ventured deeper into the Ancestral Fiend Mountain.
**The Inner Layer.**
“Master, the inner layer houses nine abodes, each a nexus of the mountain’s grand formation,” the puppet explained as they traversed the black mist. “Eight belong to Paragons, one to a Venerable. Some were among your spectators earlier.”
Ahead, bathed in multicolored light, floated a magnificent hundred-mile-wide abode—his new sanctuary.
But as Dongbo Xueying approached its open gates, an ethereal melody whispered into his soul.
“Ujira…”
His consciousness wavered. His eyes fluttered shut, a serene smile gracing his lips as he drifted into slumber.
Not just his main body—his crimson-clad avatar on a desolate planet, his true form in the Red Rock Mountain World with his wife Yu Jingqiu—all succumbed to the same dreamlike trance.
“Xueying?!” Yu Jingqiu cried, shaking his limp form. “Wake up!”
**The Dreaming Cultivation had begun.**
From the other eight abodes, the inner Paragons observed with knowing smiles.
“Ah, the Venerable Dongbo has entered the Dreaming Cultivation,” one mused.
“A rare opportunity, one we all covet.”
“He’s young, talented—his first session may last eons.”
“Five billion years, at least.”
“Ten billion, I’d wager.”
“Regardless, the longer he dreams, the greater his gains!”
For within the Ancestral Fiend Mountain’s inner layer, time itself became a crucible of enlightenment.
And Dongbo Xueying had just stepped into its embrace.
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