“Xueying.”
The Bloodblade Divine Emperor instructed, “Now we are setting up the final Meta-Pillar. The closer we are to success, the more cautious we must be. The Ancestral Mother Cult has counterattacked us more than once. You must guard two Meta-Pillars simultaneously—be extremely careful.”
“I understand, Master. At this critical moment, we cannot afford the slightest carelessness,” Dongbo Xueying nodded.
“Bloodblade, don’t worry. Your disciple is quite formidable. Blocking the Ancestral Mother Cult will be a breeze for him,” the black bird perched on the Divine Emperor’s shoulder chirped loudly.
The Bloodblade Divine Emperor chuckled, then turned his gaze into the distance and took a step.
*Whoosh.*
Traversing the void, he swiftly arrived at the final formation point of the Twelve Meta-Pillars.
At this moment, Dongbo Xueying, Pang Yi, Qing Jun, the Hell Dominus, the Primordial Master, the Spacetime Island Master, Lady Qianhe, and others watched from afar, their hearts tense. The closer they were to victory, the more nervous they became—for they feared that the deeply entrenched Ancestral Mother Cult might unleash some devastating countermeasure.
“Everyone, stay vigilant. The Ancestral Mother Cult will never accept defeat so easily.”
“Dongbo Xueying, the Meta-Pillars guarded by the rest of us have been attacked multiple times. Only yours has faced a single assault. If they strike again, you’ll likely be their primary target.”
“Indeed. You must be extra cautious here.”
Anxiety weighed heavily on them all.
In the distance, the Black Bird—Fifth Martial Uncle—had already expanded to an immense size, resembling a floating continent shielding the Bloodblade Divine Emperor from above. The Divine Emperor’s two avatars began pouring all their effort into setting up the final Meta-Pillar.
“They’re coming!”
“The Ancestral Mother Cult is here!”
Dongbo Xueying was the first to notice. The other Dominuses soon detected it as well. The Ancestral Mother Cult had arrived in the same ancient warship, but this time, its surface shimmered with eerie emerald lights, suggesting something unusual. The warship appeared near the newly placed Meta-Pillar—the one guarded by the red-robed Dongbo Xueying.
“That Dongbo Xueying withstood our assault head-on last time. His physical strength must be extraordinary. Typically, such power requires rare external resources for tempering—materials so scarce they might only suffice for one avatar’s cultivation,” the Ancestral Mother Cult’s leaders mused from within the ancient warship, observing the red-robed youth standing atop the Meta-Pillar.
His robes fluttered in the wind as he gripped a deep-purple spear, his cold gaze fixed on the approaching warship.
The Cult’s reasoning was sound.
Their own system demanded vast resources—without them, even reaching higher realms was impossible. Similarly, Dongbo Xueying’s past cultivation of the *Ten Thousand Demons True Body*’s initial volume had consumed immense treasures to achieve rapid progress. A body’s sudden strengthening required external sources; relying solely on absorbing natural energies was far too slow.
Yet, the Cult’s logic was flawed.
Dongbo Xueying’s *Wayfarer’s Secret Codex* drew upon the power of the Chaos Void—an external force so rare that only Void Gods could access it, and even then, harnessing it was nearly impossible. Yet, in another sense, it was boundless, for the Chaos Void was infinite, encompassing countless universes. Its energy dwarfed that of the natural world.
Thus, for Dongbo Xueying, his true body and both avatars had effortlessly cultivated the *Wayfarer’s Secret Codex* to the eleventh layer.
Naturally…
The outcome of the Ancestral Mother Cult’s renewed assault was predictable.
“What?!”
“His avatar is just as powerful!”
“We can’t win!”
Though the Cult’s methods this time were more insidious, the red-robed Dongbo Xueying, wielding only his spear while manipulating the void and his Slaughter Domain, held firm against them, securing the Meta-Pillar.
Seconds ticked by.
The red-robed Dongbo Xueying fought with full focus, not daring to divert his attention for even a moment. Meanwhile, his white-robed avatar and Lady Qianhe beside him kept watch over the Bloodblade Divine Emperor’s progress. Qing Jun, the Primordial Master, Pang Yi, the Spacetime Island Master—all observed nervously from afar.
“Almost there…”
“Just a little more…”
Tension gripped them as they watched the Divine Emperor set up the final Meta-Pillar.
The Bloodblade Divine Emperor poured his all into the task. Above him, the colossal Black Bird scanned the surroundings with icy vigilance. Everyone knew this was the decisive moment.
*Whoosh—*
When the last chain on the Meta-Pillar’s surface fully merged with the void, countless divine runes began to flow. *Boom—* The massive pillar resonated as countless formations interconnected, finally completing the flawless structure.
“Hahaha—!” The Bloodblade Divine Emperor couldn’t suppress his laughter the moment the formation succeeded, his grin wider than he realized.
“It’s done!”
“Success!”
“The Twelve Meta-Pillars are finally complete!”
From afar, Dongbo Xueying, Lady Qianhe, Pang Yi, the Spacetime Island Master, and the other Dominuses erupted in exhilaration. Though they had sensed progress, only now—with the formation’s completion—could they truly exhale in relief.
The ancient warship, recognizing futility, retreated.
—
The Twelve Meta-Pillars encircled the Ancestral Mother Cult’s stronghold from all directions, forming an invisible void prison.
Atop each pillar stood a Dominus of the cultivators’ faction. The Bloodblade Divine Emperor now occupied the newest one. The Dominuses exchanged triumphant smiles across the distance—expressions of hard-won joy.
“Bloodblade, activate the formation. Seal their stronghold,” the Abyss Ancestor declared, brimming with vigor.
“Bloodblade, it’s time,” Lady Qianhe urged, her face flushed with excitement, her eyes alight with anticipation.
“Master, proceed,” Dongbo Xueying added eagerly.
Though he had joined the war late, his strength had accelerated their victory, hastening the completion of the Twelve Meta-Pillars.
“Very well.”
Amidst the Dominuses’ anticipation, the Bloodblade Divine Emperor’s own blood surged with fervor. He began channeling the power of all Meta-Pillars from afar.
*Rumble—*
Countless formations within the Twelve Meta-Pillars linked together. Previously, the incomplete array had been like a broken cage—easily breached. Now, the void prison was flawless, without a single weakness.
*Clatter—*
Transparent void chains materialized around the Ancestral Mother Cult’s stronghold, coiling tightly around its structures. Countless intricate patterns flowed across the chains, interlocking until the entire stronghold was encased without a single gap.
Even Dongbo Xueying’s senses could no longer detect the Cult’s presence.
“The Ancestral Mother Cult’s stronghold is fully suppressed and sealed,” the Bloodblade Divine Emperor announced with a smile. “They cannot break free.”
“At last, this day has come.”
The Dominuses, stationed atop their respective Meta-Pillars, radiated relief and joy.
“After so many battles, so many near-misses—this time, we’ve truly trapped them,” Pang Yi remarked with a faint smile.
“The war may finally be over,” the Primordial Master nodded.
“It should be.”
“These past millennia have been more exhausting than trillions of years of cultivation.”
The others voiced their weariness, their tones lighter now.
“Junior Brother Dongbo had it easiest—sleeping through most of it, with the shortest combat time,” Qing Jun teased, glancing at Dongbo Xueying.
“Though brief, without him, victory might have taken much longer,” the Ten Thousand Halls Master added.
“Everyone.”
The Bloodblade Divine Emperor’s voice cut through the celebration. All eyes, including Dongbo Xueying’s, turned to him—their undisputed leader. His mastery of formations had been pivotal in their repeated advantages.
“Only half the battle is won,” the Divine Emperor said calmly. “Though I believe the Twelve Meta-Pillars are unbreakable, the Cult may still have desperate measures. Do not celebrate prematurely.”
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