At this moment, Dongbo Xueying was within the Void World, enveloped by the golden flame currents released from the Black Gourd. No matter how fiercely Gudanluo attacked, he remained unharmed.
“Master, rest assured. Gudanluo is severely injured. Even after slumbering for several cosmic epochs, he has only barely recovered. Previously, he only intervened once to aid the Mother Ancestor Sect. Now, his relentless attacks against you are likely driven by his desire for the Black Gourd, a treasure of the Dao. After all, you wielded it once as a Revered One, and the two instances showcased entirely different offensive techniques, both surpassing your own cultivation realm by a major level. Gudanluo, being a Saint under the ‘Bone Ancestor,’ has vast insight. He must have deduced that the Black Gourd is a Dao-protecting treasure, hence his madness,” the artifact spirit transmitted mentally. “However, such frenzied assaults place an immense burden on his body. His injuries will worsen, and he won’t last much longer.”
“Understood,” Dongbo Xueying replied calmly.
Having reached the eleventh layer of the Traveler’s Secret Codex, a flood of information poured into his mind—knowledge of the five great holy realms, the various factions, and the terrifying beings who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation. Among them was the ‘Bone Ancestor.’
The Bone Ancestor stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Ancestor Tianyu and the Island Master of Heart Lake, having attained the ultimate realm of cultivation.
“No, no, no! The Black Gourd must be mine! It must!” Gudanluo felt his soul tearing apart in excruciating pain. His face paled, and his crimson eyes locked onto Dongbo Xueying with manic intensity. “Why should a mere whelp who hasn’t even left his universe possess a Dao-protecting treasure while I do not?”
In the midst of his frenzy, he suddenly sensed something amiss—a disturbance from the direction where the Bloodblade Divine Emperor stood.
Gudanluo had been wholly focused on Dongbo Xueying, dismissing the other Sovereigns. Yet, the Chaos Ark, which enveloped the surrounding void, detected the anomaly near the Bloodblade Divine Emperor.
“That is…” Gudanluo’s expression twisted in shock.
—
Another Bloodblade Divine Emperor emerged in the void—his original body from Heart Lake. The sight stunned Dongbo Xueying, Qing Jun, the Primordial Master, the Abyssal Progenitor, and the others. Throughout the war, no Sovereign had ever committed all their bodies to the battlefield—a rule set by the Bloodblade Divine Emperor himself.
Yet now, all three of the Bloodblade Divine Emperor’s bodies stood united.
“Resonate.” The three Bloodblade Divine Emperors smiled at one another before merging into a single entity—a solitary figure clad in dark crimson robes.
Now, only one Bloodblade Divine Emperor existed in the entire universe.
**Boom—**
A terrifying aura erupted from him, plunging the vast void into darkness. Rolling storm clouds churned, countless formation runes shimmered, and colossal arrays sprawled across the starry expanse. The overwhelming, soul-shaking might left everyone present frozen in awe.
The boundless dark domain extended beyond trillions of miles—spanning an entire star sector, as Dongbo Xueying, with his mastery over the void, could discern.
“Void God,” Dongbo Xueying realized instantly.
“Void God.” The Primordial Master, the Abyssal Progenitor, Pang Yi, Qing Jun, the Hellsovereign, and the others all understood. The sheer magnitude of this power, far surpassing that of a Sovereign, left no room for doubt.
“Bloodblade has finally taken that step. I knew this day would come, though I didn’t expect it to be now,” the Primordial Master murmured with a smile.
“A Void God… Our cosmic epoch has birthed a Void God,” the Abyssal Progenitor sighed in reverence.
The Island Master of Time and Space remained silent, his pride clashing with the undeniable truth. The Bloodblade Divine Emperor had ascended to a realm beyond his reach—Void God, a transcendent leap from True God, a boundary few could cross.
“Our epoch still has much time left,” Pang Yi remarked with a grin. “If Bloodblade has already become a Void God, by the epoch’s end, he may reach the heights of the Demon Ancestor!” The Island Master of Heart Lake’s level might be too lofty, but the Demon Ancestor’s was within grasp.
Though the gathered Sovereigns were awed and harbored mixed emotions, joy prevailed. With a Void God born in their epoch, even if the universe perished, they could traverse the Chaos Void under his guidance, seeking new horizons.
—
“What?! A Void God? He… he broke through to Void God?!” Gudanluo’s face contorted in horror. At his peak, he could contend with a Void God using the Chaos Ark. But now, grievously wounded from his assault on Dongbo Xueying, he stood no chance in a prolonged battle.
“Gudanluo!”
The Bloodblade Divine Emperor’s voice thundered across the endless void, his gaze icy as it locked onto the Chaos Ark.
**Rumble—**
Two colossal formations materialized above and below the Chaos Ark—one wreathed in dark flames, the other in frigid white light. The opposing forces spun violently, seeking to bind and imprison the ark. Knowing direct destruction was unlikely, the Bloodblade Divine Emperor opted for containment.
“He’s this powerful right after breaking through?!” Gudanluo paled as the Chaos Ark groaned under the pressure.
Unbeknownst to him, the Bloodblade Divine Emperor cultivated two systems: the Rule-Oracle Path, which grasped the essence of laws, and the ‘Witch’ Path, excelling in formations and artifact forging. The latter, equally profound and formidable, was what he had now mastered. Combined with his Rule-Oracle prowess in the future, his strength would be unparalleled.
“I must flee. I cannot endure this fight.” Gudanluo dared not linger.
**Whoosh!**
The Chaos Ark turned translucent and darted away, tearing through the void’s layers like parting curtains, revealing the vast, desolate Chaos Void beyond—a realm of utter annihilation.
“He’s escaping?” The Bloodblade Divine Emperor and the others understood. “The Chaos Ark is too formidable. I cannot stop it yet,” the Divine Emperor admitted.
Inside the Mother Ancestor Sect’s Xumu Battleship, the sect masters watched in despair. First, Dongbo Xueying had seized the First Sacrificial Tower with the Black Gourd. Now, the Bloodblade Divine Emperor’s ascension to Void God sealed their fate. Losing the tower was one thing, but a Void God’s emergence meant their doom.
Their last hope—Gudanluo’s rescue—vanished as he abandoned them without a second glance.
—
“Master, take my people with you. Their treasures are yours, all yours!” Sect Master Sangdan pleaded before Gudanluo’s towering statue.
“My injuries are severe. I cannot delay.”
Gudanluo’s voice was merciless.
His soul was fraying, agony threatening to plunge him into slumber. He had no time to waste on the Mother Ancestor Sect. Their treasures? Hidden in their fortress—unreachable now. Worse, he feared the Bloodblade Divine Emperor’s potential soul-striking techniques. The Chaos Ark couldn’t block such assaults, and his soul, already crippled, was his greatest vulnerability.
For survival, he cared nothing for the Mother Ancestor Sect.
“If I gain nothing and worsen my wounds, then neither shall your universe!” As the Chaos Ark neared the rift, nine streaks of light shot out, arcing toward different directions. Each carried cataclysmic power.
“Enjoy my little gifts. Underestimate them, and your epoch ends here.” Gudanluo’s eyes burned with madness. If he suffered, so would they.
—
Dongbo Xueying and the Bloodblade Divine Emperor could only watch as the Chaos Ark escaped. Then, the nine streaks erupted.
“What—?” Dongbo Xueying’s void senses discerned them—nine black spheres, each brimming with unstable, chaotic energy far more violent than the Golden Sunflame. Their detonation would devastate the universe beyond imagination.
“Their power surpasses the Golden Sunflame. If they explode, our epoch is doomed.” Dongbo Xueying’s face drained of color.
The Bloodblade Divine Emperor, attuned to the universe’s essence, sensed the impending apocalypse. Fury and dread gripped him at Gudanluo’s cruelty.
“Xueying, use the Black Gourd’s flames to suppress them! We must mitigate their power, or our epoch ends!” The Divine Emperor’s voice was urgent. He began weaving formations, though he held little hope.
Pang Yi, Qing Jun, the Abyssal Progenitor, the Primordial Master, Lady Ganhe—all stared at the streaks with primal terror. They felt only one thing: despair.
“Or our epoch ends?” Dongbo Xueying’s heart clenched. His wife, Jing Qiu, was but a Four-Heavens Skygod; his children, even weaker.
“No!” Casting aside hatred for Gudanluo, he frantically uncorked the Black Gourd.
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