Chapter 814: First Entry into the Star Tower

The towering Star Tower had no guards at its entrance—it needed none. Any Void God from the Taixu Sky Palace was qualified to enter.

*Whoosh.*

Dongbo Xueying transformed into a streak of light, darting toward the entrance of the Star Tower.

“Look, isn’t that Dongbo Xueying?”

“It’s Senior Brother Dongbo Xueying! He—he’s flying into the Star Tower?”

“He really entered the Star Tower!”

Some True God disciples within the Taixu Sky Palace, watching from afar, were stunned. Due to the suppression of the Sacred Realm, they couldn’t sense Dongbo Xueying’s aura clearly at such a distance. But the threshold for entering the Star Tower was clear—one had to reach the Void God realm. There was no circumventing that rule.

“He’s already become a Void God?” Many True God disciples were astonished. He had just arrived at the Taixu Sky Palace, had only recently participated in the True God disciple battles, and now he had already stepped into the Void God realm? Still, many disciples felt a flicker of relief. If a Golden-robed disciple had ascended to Void God, their chances of entering the top ten in the next True God disciple battles would improve.

If only ten or eight of them could break through at once! But breakthroughs in the ‘Path of Rule and Mystery’ were clearly not so easily achieved.

…

*Boom.*

Dongbo Xueying flew through the open gates of the Star Tower, which led into an unfathomable abyss.

As he entered, the space around him seemed to fold in layers. After flying for a while, he finally saw a vast, desolate wilderness.

“What’s that?” His gaze landed on a towering mountain that stood prominently in the wilderness. One side of the mountain had been cut smooth, inscribed with three unfamiliar characters. Yet, the meaning within the words instantly resonated with him—they spelled “Star Tower.”

At the edge of the mountain wall was a carving—a humanoid figure, somewhat slender, clad in close-fitting armor, its cold gaze fixed on Dongbo Xueying outside.

*Rumble—*

The moment their eyes met, Dongbo Xueying felt an overwhelming dread. Though he had experienced the boundless suppression when facing Ancestor Tianyu and the Sword Master, they had harbored no hostility toward him. That sense of oppression had merely stemmed from the vast difference in their life levels.

But now—

Dongbo Xueying trembled uncontrollably. The carved figure on the stone wall seemed to come alive, its intangible aura revealing a horrifying scene before his eyes:

A slender figure, clad in intricate, form-fitting armor, its head bald, stood amidst a sea of cultivators. Their auras varied—some weak, some strong—but the weakest among them were at the Unity realm, while the two most powerful exuded the presence of Chaos realm experts.

*”Roar—!”*

The slender figure, barely a meter and a half tall, let out a savage growl before its body dissolved into a mass of black light, exploding outward in all directions.

Every cultivator—including the two Chaos realm overlords—was instantly swept away, obliterated into dust. Not just their bodies, but even their weapons and armor were utterly annihilated.

The black light then coalesced back into the slender figure, who coldly surveyed the now-empty battlefield, its eyes devoid of any emotion.

Then, the vision faded.

“This… this…” Dongbo Xueying stared at the carving beside the words “Star Tower.” “That battle scene—the countless slaughtered cultivators, even the two Chaos realm overlords—their terror felt so real. It couldn’t have been fake.”

The Star Tower had been forged by Lord Luo. If he had left behind such a vision, there would be no reason for it to be false.

“Among the Five Sacred Worlds and the Chaos Void, nearly every Chaos realm existence is renowned. With enough investigation, perhaps I could uncover the identities of those two slain overlords,” Dongbo Xueying mused. Though his master, Gu Qi, had provided him with intelligence, it only covered living Chaos realm beings. The two in the vision might have perished long ago.

“Who is that slender figure? Could this be the great secret Master Gu Qi spoke of?”

“But I’ll only learn the truth by clearing the fifth level of the Star Tower.” Dongbo Xueying understood his own weakness. Though Gu Qi had shared much, some secrets were still withheld—likely to preserve his mental state.

For instance, the fact that the ‘Sacred Master’ of the Ancient Sacred World bore enmity with nearly every Ultimate existence. Or that the original Ancient Sacred World had shattered in a cataclysmic war, with even Ultimate beings falling in battle…

Such secrets were not meant for one of his level.

*Swoosh.*

Dongbo Xueying pressed onward, flying past the mountain wall and gazing upon the boundless wilderness.

From the earth below, countless gray lights surged forth, coalescing into a hazy figure that gradually solidified—a three-meter-tall warrior clad in gray armor, a peculiar curved horn embedded in his pauldrons. His blue-skinned head turned, fixing its gaze on Dongbo Xueying.

“Kill him to proceed to the second level,” the voice of the Star Tower’s artifact spirit echoed in Dongbo Xueying’s ears.

“A trial?”

Dongbo Xueying studied his opponent carefully—then his heart clenched.

The gray-armored warrior stood coldly, his aura clashing violently with the surrounding natural laws. Whether it was Dongbo Xueying himself, the Ancestral Mother Religion, Ancient Cultivators, or Bloodline Practitioners, all their systems harmonized with the world’s inherent rules.

But this warrior’s presence distorted the very space around him, disrupting the natural order.

“Hmph, my opponent this time?” The gray-armored warrior’s innate senses allowed him to perceive Dongbo Xueying’s soul aura effortlessly. “Pathetic. A worthless weakling.”

After a brief assessment, Dongbo Xueying struck.

He didn’t deploy his Slaughter Domain or other techniques. Though he had stepped into the Void God realm, his advancement came from the Voidwalker lineage—his comprehension of rules hadn’t deepened. The Slaughter Domain had been pivotal in the True God disciple battles, but against this foe, he sensed it would be futile.

“Go.”

With a thought, three black-clad clones of Dongbo Xueying materialized beside the gray-armored warrior, each wielding a spear. Instantly, they unleashed his strongest attack—the second stance of the World Annihilation Spear Art.

*Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—*

A storm of spear shadows erupted, each clone thrusting eighty-one times in rapid succession. The strikes wove together into three massive spear formations, converging upon the gray-armored warrior.

Yet the warrior stood unmoving, allowing the formations to crash against him. His armor bore only faint white marks.

“Pathetic,” the warrior sneered.

Dongbo Xueying’s expression darkened.

*Swoosh.*

The warrior vanished—then reappeared beside Dongbo Xueying in an instant. His right arm lashed out, twin curved blades extending from his forearms. The blade’s edge, brimming with destructive force, slashed through Dongbo Xueying’s body—

Only for it to dissipate into mist.

Dongbo Xueying reappeared in the distance, his gaze solemn. “Teleportation?”

The suppression of the Sacred Realm was immense.

Most ordinary early-stage Void Gods couldn’t teleport at all. Only as a Voidwalker who had reached the nascent stage could Dongbo Xueying achieve it. Yet his opponent could do the same.

“You can teleport too?” The gray-armored warrior’s blade had cleaved only an afterimage.

“Hmph.” Realizing his clones’ attacks were ineffective, Dongbo Xueying gripped his deep-purple spear and teleported into close combat.

*Clang—clang—clang—*

Their figures flickered across the battlefield, locked in relentless melee. Each clash of weapons left Dongbo Xueying slightly disadvantaged in raw strength, but he held his ground.

“His soul aura is weak, yet his combat power rivals mine. These Taixu Sky Palace cultivators truly excel at surpassing realms,” the gray-armored warrior mused silently, his killing intent growing ever fiercer.