“You’ve never been to any of the Five Sacred Realms, have you?” The Demon Ancestor suddenly thought of something, turning his gaze to Dongbo Xueying.
“No, ever since leaving my home universe, I’ve been traveling through the chaotic void,” Dongbo Xueying replied.
The Demon Ancestor nodded.
Whoosh.
In an instant, he transformed into a streak of light, carrying Dongbo Xueying with him as they shot toward the surface of the Donglin Sacred Realm. The layers of clouds crackled with lightning and concealed terrifying creatures. But as a Chaos Realm powerhouse, the Demon Ancestor paid no heed, traversing the clouds in mere breaths before revealing the boundless, undulating land below.
The sky was just beginning to brighten, and in the distance, a colossal sun slowly rose.
Indeed.
The sun and moon were not unique to their home universe. Legends spoke of the most ancient Sacred Realm, where a blazing, explosive ‘Solar Star’ and an icy, restrained ‘Lunar Star’ once orbited. After the original Sacred Realm shattered, the subsequent realms created by the great ancestors all had their own suns and moons.
Even in Dongbo Xueying’s home universe, Ancestor Tianyu had fashioned smaller versions of the Solar and Lunar Stars during its creation.
Clearly, the presence of a sun and moon fostered life’s flourishing.
“Such an enormous Solar Star,” Dongbo Xueying marveled, awestruck by the sheer scale of the sun rising in the east of the Sacred Realm, dwarfing the one from his home universe.
“The rules here are overwhelmingly powerful,” he mused silently.
The Sacred Realm was incredibly stable, its governing laws far more potent. Only a Cosmic God at the ultimate level could possibly destroy it—and even then, it was merely a possibility. Obliterating a Sacred Realm was no easy feat, even for them. The final strike of the *Thirteen Swords of Annihilation* could indeed damage a Sacred Realm, and repeated strikes might shatter it entirely. But that was Ancestor Tianyu’s most forbidden and devastating technique, one he would never unleash unless absolutely necessary.
The toll it took on him—and the universe within him—was far too great.
“The rules are so oppressive,” Dongbo Xueying thought. Even before entering the Donglin Sacred Realm, he had felt their weight. Now, inside it, the suppression was even more exaggerated, dulling even his senses of sight and hearing.
“Whoosh.” He attempted to fly, darting forward only to return instantly. “So slow!”
His speed had plummeted to a mere five or six miles in the blink of an eye.
“Void World? Spatial Teleportation? I truly can’t teleport anymore?” He sighed in resignation.
He had known this beforehand.
The Sacred Realm’s rules were overwhelming, and for good reason. Here, powerhouses were as numerous as clouds, with countless True Gods, swarms of Void Gods, and even a multitude of Chaos Realm overlords. At the very pinnacle stood several Cosmic Gods.
From what he understood, even a Voidwalker—renowned for their mobility—could only achieve “ultra-short-range spatial traversal” (equivalent to teleportation) after becoming a Void God. Those less adept would need to reach the “Unity Realm” to accomplish the same.
As for true long-distance spatial traversal, Chaos Realm overlords could naturally do so, as could a rare few in the Unity Realm.
True God Sovereigns?
Not a single one had ever been heard of teleporting within a Sacred Realm. The rules were simply too oppressive.
“At least True Gods can still fly. World Gods can’t even manage that,” Dongbo Xueying observed, gazing down at a distant city teeming with inhabitants. His Void World’s range had shrunk drastically, now barely spanning a kilometer. Through spatial perception, he could faintly sense the auras of the city’s residents.
Among them…
The weakest were still transcendent beings—infants babbling or nursing. Even ordinary adults, let alone exceptional youths, were all deities.
In the Sacred Realm, adulthood meant godhood. Yet under the crushing weight of the realm’s rules, their destructive power was pitifully limited.
World Gods were far rarer. Despite the city’s population numbering in the millions, only a few dozen were World Gods—and none could fly.
“Though suppressed by the rules, they’re born transcendent and mature into deities, enjoying vastly longer lifespans,” Dongbo Xueying remarked. “Far better than the countless mortals back home.”
“Indeed. But they face their own tribulations,” the Demon Ancestor said coolly, glancing downward. “The Devouring cultivation system is the easiest and most widespread. Some practitioners will suddenly strike, consuming entire populations. Swallowing a city whole is commonplace here.”
“So…”
“While the Sacred Realm’s denizens naturally live for hundreds of millions of years, first they must survive that long,” the Demon Ancestor concluded. “Well, had enough of a taste? Understand the Sacred Realm now?”
“Yes,” Dongbo Xueying nodded.
“Then let’s go.”
With that, the Demon Ancestor forcefully tore through space.
In the chaotic void, his movements had been effortless, almost imperceptible. But within the Sacred Realm, the disturbance was far more pronounced.
“Riiip—” A swirling spatial vortex, spanning a hundred zhang, yawned open before them. The Demon Ancestor and Dongbo Xueying stepped inside.
A thousand miles away…
A burly, bearded figure soared into the air from a manor, his golden eyes widening at the distant vortex. “Spatial traversal? A Chaos Realm existence?” he gasped. “And I… I missed such an opportunity!”
The Sacred Realm was vast.
For most cultivators—even Void Gods—a chance encounter with a Chaos Realm overlord was a once-in-a-lifetime event.
—
The journey was monotonous.
As they traversed vortex after vortex, Dongbo Xueying diverted most of his focus to studying his *Waves of the Dao*.
Over thirty thousand years passed.
“We’re here,” the Demon Ancestor announced abruptly, rousing Dongbo Xueying from his contemplation.
“Finally,” Dongbo Xueying sighed inwardly. Even with a Chaos Realm powerhouse capable of long-distance traversal, the trip had taken over thirty millennia. For those without such means, travel within the Sacred Realm would be despairingly slow.
Of course, weaker beings could rely on teleportation arrays—but the toll in treasures was steep.
Emerging from the spatial channel, they stood before a towering black palace.
“Flight is forbidden in the vicinity of the Sand Ancestor’s Palace!” Two guards clad in archaic armor shot into the sky, their bodies crackling with lightning, their killing intent palpable.
Dongbo Xueying’s heart clenched. These guards alone could threaten his life.
“Wait…” He blinked in surprise. They were mere puppets!
“The Demon Ancestor of the Voidsky Palace,” the Demon Ancestor stated flatly. “Inform your master of my visit.”
The guards stiffened.
“At once!” They bowed deeply. Though flight was prohibited in the Sand Ancestor’s domain, a fellow Chaos Realm existence was clearly exempt.
Below…
A crowd of cultivators had gathered—mostly True Gods, with a smattering of Void Gods. They sat cross-legged in small groups.
Newcomers were informed: “The recruitment isn’t for another sixteen days. This time, only a hundred disciples will be chosen—ten Void Gods and ninety True Gods. Over ten thousand have already arrived.”
“So many?”
“I endured countless hardships, nearly died multiple times, spent a billion and thirty million years, exhausted all my treasures, and even used teleportation arrays to get here. They say joining the Sand Ancestor’s Palace is relatively easier, but with so many vying for just a hundred spots…”
The cultivators sighed, settling onto the ground to wait. At least here, outside the palace, they were safe. No one dared to devour lives in the Sand Ancestor’s shadow.
Of course, the palace only permitted such gatherings during recruitment. At all other times, trespassers were swiftly expelled.
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