At the banquet hosted by Dongbo Xueying, a monumental event occurred.
The Primordial Master had broken through to become a Void God!
“Congratulations!”
“Congratulations, Brother Yuanchu.”
“Never expected you to take this step as well.”
The Abyssal Progenitor, the Island Master of Time and Space, Lady Qianhe, the Hell Dominator, Qing Jun, Pang Yi—one after another, they all offered their congratulations. The Primordial Master’s soul underwent an instantaneous transformation, his aura expanding into something vast and boundless. He turned to Dongbo Xueying and bowed deeply. “All thanks to Brother Dongbo. Without your guidance, I truly don’t know when I would have achieved this breakthrough.”
“I merely shared a few simple insights. Your breakthrough, Primordial Master, is due to your own accumulated foundation,” Dongbo Xueying replied.
“Dongbo,” Qing Jun couldn’t help but interject, “just now, regarding the Void, you only spoke halfway…”
“I, too, have only grasped fragments of understanding. Listen as I speak, and take what you will,” Dongbo Xueying continued, prompting Qing Jun to focus intently.
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At this banquet, Dongbo Xueying found himself surrounded by Dominators, all eager to seek his wisdom. However, his expertise lay primarily in the domains of Oscillation, Slaughter, and the Void Realm, with only a unique perspective on the Void itself. As for other areas, having studied the archives of the Taixu Temple and the Ninecloud Emperor’s legacy, he could still offer some basic insights.
Yet, for these Dominators, confined to cultivation within the cosmos, his words were like treasures beyond measure. It was as though a door had been flung open before them.
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After the banquet, Dongbo Xueying spent time with his wife, Yu Jingqiu, doing his utmost to guide her cultivation. Simultaneously, he continued refining his own supreme techniques. A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
“Xueying, you’ve actually written so many supreme techniques?” The Bloodblade Divine Emperor flipped through the volumes in the library, unable to contain his admiration. “Each one leads directly to the realm of Void Gods. I, too, have created several, but compared to yours, they pale in comparison. Such a wealth of techniques… they will be of immense benefit to countless cultivators across the cosmos.”
“Some were written by me, others I obtained by chance,” Dongbo Xueying explained.
In the Sacred World and on Ninecloud Continent, he had fought and slain many. After the Valley Master of the Blazing Flame Valley fell in battle, for instance, he had acquired numerous supreme techniques from the valley’s archives.
Within the Emperor’s Treasure, he had also forced enemies to surrender all their possessions—naturally including their supreme techniques.
The sheer volume of texts was staggering, encompassing not only the mysteries of the Dao but also other cultivation systems.
Dongbo Xueying had placed them all in the library.
“At first, inspiration flowed like a spring, and I wrote a multitude of techniques. But now, after pouring out the insights of countless years, it’s become difficult to produce more,” Dongbo Xueying shook his head. “Master, please review these texts for me. And advise me on how best to disseminate them to cultivators.”
“Very well. Once I’ve finished reading, I’ll help you devise a plan,” the Bloodblade Divine Emperor replied, utterly engrossed. The more he read, the more he marveled—his disciple had already surpassed him.
Creak.
Dongbo Xueying glanced at his master, absorbed in the texts, then pushed open the library door and stepped into the courtyard. Through the gate, he caught sight of his wife, Yu Jingqiu, practicing her swordplay in the distance.
Her sword gleamed with chilling light, and wherever she moved, frost spread across the ground.
“Still hasn’t transcended,” Dongbo Xueying sighed. “It seems my guidance and the hundred Sourceworld Stones weren’t enough. She still needs the ‘Crimson Cloud Pomegranate Heart.’ But alas, I’ve yet to find one.”
Such a rare treasure as the Crimson Cloud Pomegranate Heart was exceedingly scarce across the Five Sacred Worlds and the Chaos Void. Those who possessed it were likely in seclusion, unaware of his search.
“I’ll wait. A mere thousand years is but a blink for Chaos Realm experts and Cosmic Gods,” Dongbo Xueying mused. “If even after a hundred million years I still can’t find it, I’ll swallow my pride and seek the help of Patriarch Tianyu.”
As the Temple Master, Patriarch Tianyu held immense influence.
Unless absolutely necessary, Dongbo Xueying preferred not to trouble him.
A hundred million years was a reasonable timeframe—if he couldn’t find it by then, conventional means would be futile, and the Patriarch’s connections would prove far more effective.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Dongbo Xueying’s expression shifted. He flipped his hand, revealing a communication token.
A message flashed across it:
“Ninecloud Continent—Sword Demon ‘Mo Jianke’ is being hunted by ‘Palace Master Qiwu.’ Life in peril. Mission reward: 3,000,000 merit points…” The message included Mo Jianke’s precise coordinates.
“A distress call?” Dongbo Xueying was startled.
On Ninecloud Continent, the three Sacred Worlds and the two Sects were locked in conflict.
The three Sacred Worlds supported one another, and since the Taixu Temple’s intelligence network recognized Dongbo Xueying as being on Ninecloud Continent, the message had been relayed to him.
“Mo Jianke—a commander-level expert of the Blade Emperor’s City, one who has cleared the fifth level of the Star Tower. Palace Master Qiwu is a notorious expert of the Ancient Sacred Sect, skilled in poison, also at the fifth level of the Star Tower. Yet Mo Jianke is being hunted to the point of openly calling for aid?”
“Accept.”
Dongbo Xueying immediately took the mission and sent a reply: “I am currently in secluded cultivation near the battle site. Estimated arrival: within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.”
The message was first received by the Taixu Temple’s intelligence network, then slightly modified and forwarded to Mo Jianke.
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Ninecloud Continent.
Deep within a mountain forest, a small tribe struggled to survive, cultivating and enduring countless dangers.
“Come, come! Attack me again!” On a training ground within the tribe, a green-robed man instructed a group of youths—mostly Transcendent beings, with a few Deities among them. The man himself was already a World God.
Suddenly—
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two figures streaked across the sky above the forest.
“Mo Jianke, you cannot escape.” A cold voice echoed through the air as an invisible aura unfurled, sweeping across the trees below—and over the tribe.
The forest withered instantly, leaves turning yellow, some trees even collapsing.
The tribe’s thousands of members froze in place, their postures unchanged—but their eyes had dulled, devoid of life.
In that single moment, every last one of them had perished, victims of a mere wisp of Palace Master Qiwu’s poisonous mist.
“What do I do?”
Mo Jianke—a cold-faced youth with a black sword strapped to his back—fled desperately, but Palace Master Qiwu pursued relentlessly through the void’s traces. Despair gnawed at him. “I called for aid from the Blade Emperor’s City. The General was teleported to Ninecloud Continent, but the deviation is too great. Even with a spatial tunnel, it’ll take nearly a day to reach me.”
Mo Jianke seethed with frustration.
First, he’d been ambushed and poisoned. Now, he was being hunted like prey.
His faction’s reinforcements were too far. The vast distance between Ninecloud Continent and the Eastscale Sacred World meant such deviations in teleportation were inevitable.
“A whole day? How can I last that long?”
In his desperation, he had sent a distress signal through the three Sacred Worlds’ internal network, broadcasting it to all potential rescuers—Chaos Realm experts, or other fifth-level Star Tower powerhouses currently on Ninecloud Continent.
“What?”
Just as despair threatened to consume him, Mo Jianke’s eyes lit up.
The Taixu Temple had relayed a message:
A Taixu Temple expert would arrive at his location within the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
For Mo Jianke, holding out for that long was entirely possible.
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