Dongbo Xueying roamed across the Ninecloud Continent, his domain vast enough to encompass great distances, allowing him to observe countless tales of love, hatred, and vengeance from afar.
Two great tribes clashed over a newly born treasure of immense rarity. Elsewhere, a demon slaughtered millions in a settlement, all to cultivate a sinister forbidden art. Amidst the sea of corpses and lingering resentment, the demon sat alone in meditation. When Dongbo Xueying, traversing through a torn spatial passage, stumbled upon this scene, he acted without hesitation—unfurling the *Panbo Diagram* to ensnare the fiend.
Within the domain of the *Panbo Diagram*, the demon flailed in terror, desperate to escape. Yet, with strength barely reaching the second level of the Star Tower, he stood no chance against Dongbo Xueying. In the end, countless ripples of power crushed his body to dust.
“Hmph.” Dongbo Xueying continued his journey across the Ninecloud Continent.
…
Each scene stirred a torrent of thoughts within him.
“Ah, Young Master Fu Yi?”
“Young Master, you’ve returned?”
“A Void God? The Young Master has become a Void God?”
From high above, Dongbo Xueying gazed upon a city-state below, where the strongest were mere Unity realm cultivators. To ascend to Void God status was to rise to the upper echelons of power here. The return of a young man sent ripples through his entire clan—a Void God among them elevated their standing immeasurably.
Dongbo Xueying watched silently for three full days.
He witnessed the young master become one of the Guardian Elders under the rule of the ‘State Sovereign,’ his family’s influence expanding tenfold within the city. Their resources for cultivation swelled, and their status soared.
“One person, shielding an entire clan,” Dongbo Xueying murmured. “Fighting for treasures, for vengeance, for cultivation… Demons slaughter on a whim, whether in joy or rage. The weak always suffer the most—even the slightest ripple from a battle between the strong can annihilate them.”
“If the strong are willing, a single individual can shield an entire clan.”
“But if all seek only to preserve themselves, turning a blind eye to the slaughter of the weak… With countless demons running rampant and devourer-type cultivators feasting unchecked, soon the Chaos Void and the Five Sacred Lands would be stripped of all but the strongest.” His voice was low, heavy with realization.
If everyone stood aside, concerned only for themselves, the weak would perish entirely.
He wandered on.
For over three years, he traversed the Ninecloud Continent.
Then—
With a ripple of space, Dongbo Xueying stepped into the distorted void and departed.
…
**Home Universe.**
He reappeared outside the Dongbo Imperial Manor in the Blackmist Sea.
His manor stood before him, his wife sipping tea alone, a sharp divine sword resting on the table—Yu Jingqiu often practiced her swordplay these days. Dongbo Yu and Dongbo Qingyao were also within the manor, undergoing trials in its secret chambers.
*Hum.*
Dongbo Xueying’s consciousness expanded, covering every corner of his home universe.
The Material World, the Dark Abyss, the Divine Realm… Countless lives unfolded beneath his gaze—familiar faces, friends, family, and countless strangers. There were babbling infants, diligent young cultivators, wayward noble scions, and elderly men and women. Beyond the ordinary mortals, there were countless cultivators, each striving to unravel the mysteries of the cosmos and advance along their paths.
“No one will destroy this,” Dongbo Xueying vowed silently.
His three years on the Ninecloud Continent had been spent observing, even deliberately seeking out conflicts. He had witnessed too many battles, too many tribes and clans wiped out. Sometimes, by the time he arrived, the fighting had already reached its bloody conclusion.
Now, returning home, he couldn’t help but fear the same fate befalling his universe.
A universe was mighty, yet it could still be shattered. Even a moderately powerful Chaos realm expert could annihilate one.
Danger lurked everywhere.
Not just universes—even the primordial Ancient Sacred World had fractured, its countless lives nearly extinguished.
“Those with power must stand forward,” Dongbo Xueying’s eyes gleamed with resolve.
“The weak may have flaws, but they do not deserve death!”
“Every strong cultivator began as weak, growing step by step.”
“The weak need protection.”
“And it must be the strong who provide it.” His gaze swept across the vast starry sky, his consciousness embracing countless lives. “If the strong do not stand forward… who will?”
“With power comes responsibility.”
“The duty to shield the weak.”
His very mindset was shifting.
Once, he believed staying uninvolved was acceptable. But now, after witnessing a fleeing demon swordsman casually obliterate countless lives in his path—without a second thought—Dongbo Xueying had been shaken. Three years of observation had solidified his conviction.
If the strong only cared for themselves, the world would end.
Power meant responsibility. One *had* to stand forward.
“Perhaps my strength is limited, but I will bear a piece of the heavens. For now, that piece may be small, but it will shelter many lives.” His voice was quiet but firm.
*Hum…*
Above the Blackmist Sea.
Dongbo Xueying stood beneath the stars, his body gradually radiating light—a glow born from his soul.
A golden robe of light condensed around him, woven from the radiance of his soul. Its surface bore intricate patterns, embodying supreme mysteries. This was the *Dharma Robe*, a manifestation of the highest laws.
“What is this?”
Below, in the Imperial Manor, Yu Jingqiu, Dongbo Yu, Dongbo Qingyao, and even temporary guests like Bloodblade God Emperor, Qiu Bai, and Fire Devil Venerable—all engrossed in ancient texts—instinctively looked up. Though some were indoors, no barrier hindered their sight. They saw him clearly.
A figure clad in the *Dharma Robe*, bathed in a warm, omnipresent glow—soft yet reaching every soul in the universe.
“Father?” Dongbo Yu and Dongbo Qingyao recognized him at once.
“This…”
Lord Qing, Primordial Master, Hellsoar Monarch, Island Master of Time and Space—each in their distant abodes—saw the radiant figure standing amidst the stars.
The mighty.
The World Gods, Deities, Transcendents, mortals, even the beast clans. Every living being in the universe beheld that figure, wreathed in boundless light, clad in the *Dharma Robe*. The weaker the observer, the harder it was to discern his features.
“The *Dharma Robe* and boundless radiance…” Bloodblade God Emperor murmured in awe. “Is this the third layer of the Heart Realm—’My Heart as the Heavenly Heart’?”
It was legend.
In all the epochs of this universe, only two had achieved it before: the Swordmaster and the Demon Ancestor. Now, a third had arrived.
*(End of Chapter.)*
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