Chapter 829: Reduced to Ash and Smoke

Within the black fortress lived multitudes of sacred devotees, who now swarmed out like locusts. Gazing up at the colossal fireball radiating boundless, scorching heat, they were utterly petrified! After all, the devotees were far weaker—the strongest among them were merely ordinary Void Gods, while many were only True Gods. Faced with the crushing might of a Chaos Realm-level force…

Despair involuntarily took root in their hearts.

“This is more terrifying than the sun in the sky.”

“Too horrifying.”

None of these devotees harbored any thought of resistance.

Whoosh.

The massive fireball abruptly shrank, transforming into a dazzling streak of light that crashed violently onto a spot at the heart of the black fortress.

“The Sacred Hall!”

“It’s the Sacred Hall! Stop him!”

The devotees’ eyes burned with fervor. Driven by an instinctive loyalty from the depths of their souls, they cast aside fear and charged toward the underground Sacred Hall. In their subconscious… even in death, they must protect the Sacred Hall!

Whoooosh~~~~

Dongbo Xueying, through the void formation, effortlessly surveyed everything within a radius of millions of miles. Naturally, he detected the underground Sacred Hall. The colossal fireball rapidly contracted and plummeted, smashing through countless mechanisms and barriers along the path to the Sacred Hall like a scythe through wheat! The ultimate power of the Black Gourd manifested in defense by sheltering within the fireball, while offense relied on the fireball’s sheer impact!

A simple “crash,” yet its might was terrifying.

A fireball rivaling the sun, compressed to its limits, unleashed a concentrated strike! In terms of brute force, it was undeniably at the level of a Chaos Realm overlord.

Inside the underground Sacred Hall.

“Disaster—he’s coming.” The six-armed woman trembled as she looked toward the hall’s entrance. The black-robed envoy, Chi Yun, and the other envoys all sensed a terrifying force obliterating every obstacle in its path to the Sacred Hall. With a thunderous roar, the fireball, now shrunk to a mere hundred meters in diameter, appeared at the hall’s entrance and rolled inside.

The fireball’s radiance was blinding, even to the group of envoys. Within its depths, a faint silhouette could be glimpsed.

“It’s over.” The six-armed woman couldn’t muster even a shred of resistance.

It was like a peak Unity Realm expert who had cleared the third level of the Star Tower facing ordinary Unity Realm cultivators at the first level—an absolute massacre!

And a master who had cleared the fifth level of the Star Tower, reaching the threshold of the Chaos Realm, could slaughter even peak Unity Realm experts with ease. Against a true Chaos Realm powerhouse, they still stood a chance of escape. The Black Gourd’s fireball, in pure destructive power, rivaled the sixth level, though its finesse was lacking. Overall, it was fully comparable to fifth-level combat strength.

With this Black Gourd!

As long as no Chaos Realm true body intervened, self-preservation was assured. This demonstrated how much the ultimate existence, Gu Qi, valued and cherished his disciple.

“Elder Brother, Elder Brother!” The black-robed envoy Chi Yun frantically sent out distress signals. His elder brother was in the distant Ancient Sacred Realm, and communication across such vast distances was exceedingly difficult. Members of the Ancient Sacred Cult stationed here typically relied on the Sacred Master’s statue to contact the Ancient Sacred Realm. Only three among them possessed treasures allowing instant communication with the realm.

Aside from the frosty man and the six-armed woman, Chi Yun was the third, his communication treasure personally bestowed by his elder brother.

“Elder Brother, save me! Save me!” Chi Yun was utterly consumed by despair and terror, unable to see any hope of escape.

The void was completely suppressed—no teleportation, only slow flight.

Fly?

Escape from Elder Dongbo, who commanded this terrifying fireball?

The six-armed woman glanced at Chi Yun, sneering at his frantic state. She transmitted coldly, “Fool. There’s no escape. Even if your elder brother wanted to save you, he’s too far in the Ancient Sacred Realm to reach you in time.”

“Boom!” The rolling fireball moved with terrifying speed, crashing into envoy after envoy.

The scorching flames were secondary—the true horror lay in the impact’s force.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fireball flashed like a phantom, striking relentlessly. Dongbo Xueying plowed forward, and every envoy struck was instantly reduced to dust. Yet, their belongings were meticulously preserved by the void formation’s manipulation.

“Bang.” The black-robed Chi Yun was the third among the envoys to be struck. A protective glow surrounded him, but the first collision shattered it like glass. After a brief pause, the fireball crushed onward. Chi Yun’s eyes widened in despair as the inferno bore down on him.

Then, the fireball rolled over him, reducing him to nothingness. His possessions were swiftly drawn into the fireball’s core.

Inside the fireball, Dongbo Xueying remained unharmed, collecting item after item.

The six-armed woman, facing the fireball’s onslaught, lunged forward in a final, desperate frenzy. Her six hands each gripped a curved blade, weaving a sinister crimson light. Yet, under the fireball’s crushing momentum, her body too was obliterated…

None could withstand it.

Even Chi Yun’s protective treasure had only stalled the fireball for a fleeting instant.

…

In less than a single breath.

Every envoy in the underground Sacred Hall was dead.

Dongbo Xueying, still within the fireball, turned his gaze to the statue of the Sacred Master.

Carved from black jade, draped in gossamer robes, the statue’s serene eyes seemed to hold infinite mysteries. Merely looking at it evoked an irresistible urge to submit.

“The Sacred Master?” Dongbo Xueying mused. “The undisputed strongest among the ultimate existences, ruler of the Ancient Sacred Realm.”

“Boom.”

Without hesitation, Dongbo Xueying drove the fireball straight into the statue. The statue, fused with the hall, was immovable—yet parts of the hall had already been dismantled by the envoys. The fireball’s full-force impact sent the statue flying, crashing into a distant wall before tumbling to the ground. Its feet remained attached to black metal, and a dent marred its chest.

“According to intelligence, the Sacred Master’s statue must be destroyed once obtained,” Dongbo Xueying thought. “But it’s incredibly sturdy. My full-power strike only left a minor dent?”

Swoosh.

Manipulating the void, Dongbo Xueying stored the statue in a fresh pocket dimension, isolating it.

“Best to return it to the Sky Void Palace and let them handle its destruction,” he concluded.

After a cursory inspection of the ruined Sacred Hall, Dongbo Xueying soared out with the fireball, retracing his path upward.

Outside.

The black fortress’s devotees had been surging toward the hall, but the moment the Sacred Master’s statue was sent flying, they halted, faces etched with despair.

“Sacred Master.”

“Sacred Master.”

Every devotee stood solemnly, hands forming seals, chanting the Sacred Master’s name.

Then, one by one, their bodies disintegrated into nothingness. As Dongbo Xueying emerged with the fireball, he witnessed the devotees standing in serene acceptance, dissolving into the void.

Silent, Dongbo Xueying watched.

All devotees in the black fortress perished, vanishing without a trace. Now, only Dongbo Xueying remained alive within its walls.

The fireball hovered above the desolate fortress.

Dongbo Xueying surveyed the lifeless city.

“The Ancient Sacred Cult, the Mother Goddess Cult—they deserve death,” he murmured. They spread their doctrines wantonly, forcibly enslaving countless cultivators, binding them in absolute loyalty to the Sacred Master or the Mother Goddess. Had they not been controlled, would they have chosen mass suicide over the statue’s theft?