In the world of the Xia Clan, within the Redstone Mountain World, on the Island of Mortal Dust.
Yu Jingqiu sat on a chair beside the bed, flipping through a book, occasionally glancing at the white-robed young man lying on the bed beside her.
Eighty-two thousand years.
He had been asleep for so long that Yu Jingqiu had grown accustomed to it. She clung to one belief: “Xueying has fallen into slumber without perishing in a short time. It’s very likely he’s not in mortal danger. He will wake up.” Yet she also knew this was wishful thinking—after all, in the distant ‘Primordial Devil Mountain’ of the Devil Mountain Universe, what her husband had endured was utterly beyond speculation.
“Sister-in-law.” A red-haired, red-skinned man walked in from outside—none other than Venerable Huocheng, manifesting here as an avatar. Bound by life-and-death brotherhood with Dongbo Xueying and serving as Dongbo Qingyao’s master, his avatar had taken up long-term residence on the Island of Mortal Dust during this time.
Yu Jingqiu quickly rose. “Brother Huocheng.”
“Stay seated. I’m just here to see my brother.” Venerable Huocheng took a seat nearby, gazing at the slumbering Dongbo Xueying. Such a peerless figure—only two in this cosmic era had reached the Fourth Heaven Realm as World Gods and forged their own paths. Dongbo Xueying’s monstrous talent far surpassed even the Bamboo Mountain Mansion Lord. His future was boundless, yet now he lay here, lost in sleep…
“Brother Dongbo, I heard those who venture into other universes usually return with gains, always cautious. Never heard of anyone taking such a hard fall.” Venerable Huocheng shook his head, lifting a wine gourd to his lips and taking a deep swig before muttering, “Hurry up and wake. The war with the Ancestral Mother Religion could erupt any moment. You planning to sleep through the whole thing? If you do, and wake up to find it over, even the Venerables of our cultivator universe would be in awe. Back when we fought the Ancestral Mother Religion’s Venerables in brutal battles, even if we didn’t join the final war, sleeping through it all would be downright disrespectful.”
Venerable Huocheng rambled on.
His long imprisonment in the Ruin Abyss had left him with a habit of talking to himself.
Yu Jingqiu sat silently, listening.
Suddenly—
Both their expressions shifted. Venerable Huocheng cut off mid-sentence.
“The war has begun?” Yu Jingqiu was startled.
“It has!” Venerable Huocheng said gravely.
They had received the order—all were to relocate to the Heartlake Island ruins. Pang Yi, captain of the Heartlake Island’s Ruin Legion, could teleport everyone directly inside, bypassing the massive water sphere surrounding the island’s periphery.
Yu Jingqiu, Dongbo Yu, Dongbo Qingyao—all received the summons…
…
The entire Divine Realm and Abyss swiftly mobilized for the great migration. With Pang Yi’s aid, the Heartlake Island ruins were a safe haven. The pocket realms for temporary residence were provided by the Bloodblade Divine Emperor!
Batch after batch relocated.
The most critical first, others followed gradually.
The war between the Sovereigns and the Ancestral Mother Religion erupted in full force. The accumulated legacies of both cosmic factions were unleashed—neither had any retreat.
…
After the war began, the Bloodblade Divine Emperor, who had often visited Dongbo Xueying, naturally had no more time to spare.
The Divine Realm and Abyss were already locked in cataclysmic battle…
The Material World remained safe.
On the Island of Mortal Dust within the Redstone Mountain World, tranquility reigned undisturbed. No matter how fierce the outside conflict, not a ripple reached here.
“It’s madness out there. Heard an entire starfield was nearly half obliterated. Sigh… Countless lives in the Divine Realm and Abyss—how many can even make it to the Heartlake Island ruins?” Dongbo Qingyao and Dongbo Yu sighed, mourning the lost lives. The Material World’s denizens were relatively safe, but the Divine Realm and Abyss bore the brunt.
Both sides fought with their lives on the line. Sovereigns spared no sacrifice—the Bloodblade Divine Emperor had fallen more than once, setting traps, even using his own death to ambush the Ancestral Mother Religion.
The Ancestral Mother Religion was no pushover either. Their universe was on the verge of collapse, having endured countless epochs. The treasures they left behind were vast beyond measure—and now, they held nothing back.
“What?!”
“Bloodblade Sovereign Niro is a traitor?!”
“By the heavens, this… this…”
As Dongbo Xueying’s children, Dongbo Qingyao and Dongbo Yu had access to privileged information. Yet even they were stunned upon learning that Bloodblade Sovereign Niro had betrayed them.
…
News trickled in relentlessly.
Dongbo Yu, Dongbo Qingyao, and Yu Jingqiu received updates frequently. Yet their most cherished kin, Dongbo Xueying, remained motionless on the bed, lost in slumber.
…
In the Devil Mountain Universe, within the depths of the Primordial Devil Mountain.
One of the nine floating abodes stood with its gates sealed. Inside…
The black-robed Dongbo Xueying lay on a stone bed, surrounded by swirling multicolored lights. Nearby, the puppet woman sat cross-legged, silently keeping watch.
“I’m so tired…”
“Endless training and battles… When will it end?”
“Too exhausting…”
“I’ve become a Sovereign. Why is there still no end? More training? More fighting?”
“I can’t take it anymore.”
“Too tired…”
A consciousness submerged in slumber for too long had grown weary—utterly exhausted, rejecting the dream world. This intense repulsion gradually drew his awareness away from that realm.
Like crawling out from the darkest depths, his consciousness stirred awake. Memories long obscured surged back into his soul.
The black-robed Dongbo Xueying on the stone bed slowly opened his eyes, his gaze dazed—like a child waking from sleep, momentarily forgetting who he was. Yet the memories from his dream and reality began to merge, and with this fusion, clarity returned.
“I… am Dongbo Xueying.” He was truly awake now.
He remembered.
After defeating Venerable Lie Yang and arriving at the inner reaches of the Primordial Devil Mountain, he had been flying toward his abode when a mesmerizing voice lulled him into slumber…
And into the dream world.
“Congratulations, Master! Six hundred fifty million years—your first dream cultivation period ranks first among all Venerables of this cosmic era. Even among Sovereigns, you stand third.” The puppet woman rose, her face alight with pride and excitement.
…
On a desolate planet within the Devil Mountain Universe, hidden within a pocket realm, the red-robed Dongbo Xueying lay on a grassy field. Tended by the artifact spirit, not a speck of dust touched him. Now, his eyes too fluttered open.
…
In the Xia Clan World, on the Island of Mortal Dust within the Redstone Mountain World.
Inside the house…
Yu Jingqiu sat alone in her chair, reading, occasionally glancing at Dongbo Xueying beside her.
The surroundings were silent. As a Fourth Heaven Realm World God rivaling mighty experts, her senses were keen. Holding the book, she suddenly stiffened—disbelieving, she turned her head.
On the bed beside her, the white-robed Dongbo Xueying’s closed eyelids trembled slightly.
“Xueying!” Yu Jingqiu set the book aside, her heart pounding as she stared at him.
The white-robed figure slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still clouded with confusion.
“Xueying… Xueying…” Tears welled in Yu Jingqiu’s eyes as she called his name.
Gradually, clarity returned to his eyes. Seeing his wife’s tears, he reached out, gently wiping them away. “Jingqiu, I slept far too long this time. I worried you.”
“It’s nothing.” She laughed through her tears.
“By the way… The war with the Ancestral Mother Religion hasn’t started yet, has it?” the white-robed Dongbo Xueying asked.
(End of Chapter)
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