Chapter 842: Curiosity

“Who could the enemy be?” Ancestor Tianyu and the Sword Master both frowned.

With the Tower Master of Myriad Realms obstructing them, all secret arts were rendered ineffective in uncovering the enemy’s identity. Though they were deeply displeased with the Tower Master, there was nothing they could do about it.

The Tower Master of Myriad Realms…

He was indisputably ranked first among all Cosmic Deities in terms of survival ability. His greatest skill lay in his *clone technique*—not mere avatars, but true clones. It was well known that whether one was a Chaos Realm cultivator or a Cosmic Deity, there was generally only one true body! At most, one could cultivate a few avatars. The dissipation of an avatar was trivial, but if the true body was slain, death was absolute!

Even the foremost among the Ultimate Existences—the Sacred Master, the Matriarch, and the Witch Ancestor—each possessed only a single true body.

Yet, the *Tower Master of Myriad Realms* was the sole exception among all Ultimate Existences.

Every one of his clones was a true body! And the number of known clones he possessed numbered in the thousands, scattered across the Five Great Sacred Realms and the chaotic void, each residing within a branch of the Myriad Realms Tower.

As long as a single clone survived, the Tower Master of Myriad Realms could never truly be killed!

Thus, despite his audacity in establishing the *Myriad Realms Tower* and frequently engaging in acts like the assassination attempt on Dongbo Xueying—offending many factions—none dared retaliate in full. The Tower Master was a lone figure, unaffiliated with any sect, and even each branch of the Myriad Realms Tower was personally managed by one of his clones.

Unkillable…

Unfettered…

Possessing immense power, countless clones, and an elusive nature—factions would rather contend with the Sacred Master than provoke the Tower Master of Myriad Realms. This was why his status was so uniquely untouchable.

“Dongbo, can you guess who the enemy might be?” Among the gathered Hall Masters, the Demon Ancestor inquired. “Whoever could afford such a price to hire the Myriad Realms Tower must be no ordinary figure.”

Dongbo Xueying frowned in thought. “After leaving my home universe, I crossed paths with the Lord of Tianku Sect.”

“He wouldn’t dare, nor would Bone Ancestor,” the Demon Ancestor dismissed immediately.

“Later, I secluded myself in the Heavenly Palace to cultivate, then traveled to Tianshui City, where I destroyed a stronghold of the Ancient Sacred Sect,” Dongbo Xueying mused. “I’ve spent little time in the Sacred Realm, and my grudges are few. Among the Ancient Sacred Sect members I slew, one stood out—a mere Unity Realm cultivator, yet accompanied by a peak Unity Realm beast and laden with treasures.”

With a wave of his hand, Dongbo Xueying projected the image of the black-robed Chi Yun Holy Envoy.

Given how few enemies he had, it didn’t take long for Dongbo Xueying to recall this figure.

“A member of the Ancient Sacred Sect?”

“A Unity Realm cultivator with a peak Unity Realm beast as his companion?”

The higher-ups of the Voidsky Palace exchanged speculative glances.

“Perhaps his background was unusual,” Ancestor Tianyu sighed. “But the Ancient Sacred Realm is beyond our reach for investigation.”

The Ancient Sacred Realm was a forbidden land to all factions.

Every cultivator within its borders worshipped the Sacred Master, whose radiance permeated every corner. Details about internal affairs—such as the relationships between its powerful figures—were impossible to uncover unless publicly disclosed.

Even Cosmic Deities dared not trespass. The moment one entered, the Sacred Master would detect them instantly—and with his invincible might, any intruder would meet certain death.

“Now that Dongbo’s strength has grown significantly, assassination is no longer feasible,” the Demon Ancestor declared. “Since that’s the case, let us set this matter aside for now. Dongbo need only remain vigilant against the Ancient Sacred Sect in the future.”

Dongbo Xueying nodded.

Suspecting the enemy to be the Ancient Sacred Sect left little room for further discussion.

The Voidsky Palace and the Ancient Sacred Sect were mortal enemies, each wishing for the other’s annihilation. Neither would hesitate to strike if given the chance. Yet the Ancient Sacred Sect was cautious—killing even a single Chaos Realm member was an immense challenge.

—

After the gathering, the attendees dispersed from the Voidsky Hall.

As Dongbo Xueying prepared to leave—

“Elder Dongbo.” A black-haired elder approached.

Dongbo Xueying immediately bowed. “Hall Master of Chaos!” This man’s strength was unfathomable. Though no public records confirmed it, Dongbo Xueying inferred from his master Gu Qi’s remarks that he had likely long since cleared the ninth and highest floor of the Star Tower.

“There is a matter I’d like to ask of you, Elder Dongbo,” the black-haired elder said.

“Please speak freely, Hall Master. If it is within my power, I shall do my utmost,” Dongbo Xueying replied.

The elder nodded faintly. “I have some interest in the *Dark World*. Might I examine it? I understand you paid a considerable price for it, so I offer 1.5 million merit points in exchange. Would that suffice?”

“Of course! My cultivation years are few, and acquiring this *Dark World* art nearly exhausted my treasures. To receive 1.5 million merit points is more than I could hope for,” Dongbo Xueying said eagerly.

The Hall Master of Chaos was unlike that old fool Quan Miao.

Quan Miao specialized in illusions and had been desperate to obtain the *Dark World*.

The Hall Master of Chaos, however, had no known expertise in illusions—perhaps he was merely curious. But his power far surpassed that of Quan Miao, Wangming Sage, and even the Demon Ancestor. His wealth was vast, and he disdained exploiting juniors. A mere million merit points meant little to him.

“Good.” The black-haired elder smiled, and in that instant, Dongbo Xueying’s communication token chimed—his merit points had increased by 1.5 million.

Impressed by the Hall Master’s decisiveness, Dongbo Xueying promptly retrieved the *Dark World* manual.

The elder flipped through it, swiftly absorbing its legacy.

“Interesting.”

He chuckled. “A pity the Dark World’s creator perished too soon. For you to master it so quickly is truly rare.”

His curiosity had been piqued—precisely because Dongbo Xueying had mastered it with such speed.

A technique capable of clearing the Star Tower’s fifth floor, mastered in such a short time? Had Dongbo Xueying taken centuries, the Hall Master might not have bothered.

“Perhaps I can derive a new art from this,” the elder mused. At his level, exploring novel cultivation paths was key to breaking through his final bottleneck—to reach the *Ultimate Realm*. He could vaguely perceive it, yet the breakthrough eluded him.

“I’m glad if this benefits you, Hall Master,” Dongbo Xueying said.

“You mastered the *Dark World* within 100,000 years of obtaining it—is this information confidential?” the elder asked. “If not, I may assist in spreading word. Others might pay to study it as well.”

“There’s no need for secrecy,” Dongbo Xueying affirmed.

History brimmed with prodigies at the Unity Realm.

Many had cleared the Star Tower’s sixth floor—some even the seventh! With his current strength, concealment was unnecessary. At this level, no Chaos Realm assassin could strike him unnoticed. The moment he sensed danger, he could activate his protective token. He now possessed the confidence to face any threat.

“Once word spreads of your swift mastery, some old monsters may grow curious enough to purchase a glimpse,” the elder laughed. “Remember—charge no less than 150 Sourceworld Stones. Any less would be a loss; any more, and those old misers might balk.”

“Understood.” Dongbo Xueying nodded.

The Hall Master of Chaos had lived too long and was far too powerful. The “old monsters” he referred to were likely other Chaos Realm titans similarly stalled at the final bottleneck—only those wealthy and desperate enough would pay such a price out of mere curiosity.

Figures like the Demon Ancestor could never afford such extravagance.

“Good.” The black-haired elder smiled. He took great pleasure in helping his junior fleece those old misers.