Boom~~~~
In the illusory world, a faint glimmer of light coalesced—pure and seemingly insignificant, yet it was the very core of the entire illusion. In the blink of an eye, that glimmer suddenly blazed into brilliance, transforming into a dazzling blade! The entire illusory world dissipated as this radiant blade descended from the unreal into reality.
“My heart is the heart of the heavens. When the heavens’ heart rages, it becomes divine retribution.” Dongbo Xueying fully grasped the essence of this technique.
**Blade of Divine Retribution!**
In the past, though he had comprehended its myriad mysteries, he had lacked the most crucial element—the state of mind. It was like painting a masterpiece—even with flawless technique, without genuine ’emotion’ from the heart, one could hardly create a truly magnificent work!
The second form of the Dark World, **Blade of Divine Retribution**, required not only mastery of its profound mysteries but also a powerful state of mind to command it all. Only then could one truly wield the power to deliver **divine retribution**!
“Rumble~~~~”
As the blade descended from the void, absorbing the surrounding energies and solidifying into existence, the once-chaotic void froze completely. The turbulent forces of chaos fell into absolute stillness.
The entire chaotic void stood motionless.
The **Blade of Divine Retribution** suppressed all! It imposed its will upon the very laws of reality within its domain. If the six hundred layers of the Dark World relied on sheer quantity to achieve qualitative change, matching the might of a Chaos Realm expert, then the **Blade of Divine Retribution** rivaled even the techniques of the most formidable Chaos Realm overlords in its profundity.
It was born to mete out divine punishment.
“Shhhh—”
The blade’s light slashed through the void in an instant, traversing countless billions of miles. Even Dongbo Xueying’s eyes could not follow its path to the end—only his spatial perception allowed him to grasp the vast distance it had crossed.
“This strike surpasses even the six hundred layers of the Dark World. It even slightly exceeds the might of the Black Gourd’s fireballs,” Dongbo Xueying marveled. “Not only is its power greater, but its profundity is on an entirely different level. This is the true strength of the sixth level of the Star Tower.”
He couldn’t help but feel deep admiration for the long-fallen Dark World Master.
To create such a technique was truly extraordinary.
The Black Gourd’s fireballs, though formidable, were crude in comparison. Even when wielded by him, they required the suppression of the Pan Wave Diagram to land a decisive blow—such as when he swiftly slew a figure like Palace Master Qiwu.
But the **Blade of Divine Retribution** was different!
It descended from the void itself, manifesting directly beside the enemy, nearly impossible to defend against.
“The Dark World Master’s weakness was his lack of self-protection,” Dongbo Xueying mused. The **Blade of Divine Retribution** was purely an offensive technique. While the Dark World Master had reached this level in offense, his defenses likely remained on par with an ordinary fifth-level Star Tower combatant.
“Hum.”
With a thought, three more colossal illusory worlds materialized in the chaotic void ahead, each nurturing its own **Blade of Divine Retribution**.
“Three simultaneous blades are my current limit,” Dongbo Xueying noted inwardly. Though he still had some energy to spare, it wasn’t enough to summon a fourth. The **Blade of Divine Retribution** was immensely powerful, but it also consumed vast amounts of mental strength.
“Chaos Realm,” Dongbo Xueying murmured.
In wielding the **Blade of Divine Retribution**, he had finally gained a faint glimpse of the final great realm of the Void God—the **Chaos Realm**.
The leap from the Unity Realm to the Chaos Realm was far more daunting than the transition from True God to Void God.
On the path of cultivation, the greatest hurdles were the leap from Chaos Realm to the Ultimate—and second only to that was the ascent from Unity to Chaos. Many fifth-level Star Tower experts remained utterly baffled by the Chaos Realm. For Dongbo Xueying to have even this vague understanding was already remarkable.
“Chaos.”
“It encompasses infinite possibilities.”
“My illusory world can nurture divine retribution, but it can also embrace other possibilities… When all becomes one, that is Chaos,” Dongbo Xueying reflected.
Life.
From nothingness, step by step, one grows stronger, mastering more and more—until complexity itself becomes an obstacle. Thus, one must gradually consolidate all into a complete system of laws, achieving ‘Unity.’ Yet even Unity represents a kind of limit on the path of cultivation.
To break through? One must shatter that limit, embracing infinite possibility—that is Chaos.
Only Chaos… can ultimately give birth to the most perfect universe. That is the final destination of cultivation.
“My Path of the Illusory World has now been refined to its utmost, becoming the **Source of the Illusory**,” Dongbo Xueying thought. “To break through this Source and transform it into Chaos…”
Only by mastering the illusory world’s ability to birth divine retribution had he gained this faint insight into the Chaos Realm.
To truly take that step… was far too difficult.
“Perhaps the Voidwalker lineage offers an easier path,” Dongbo Xueying mused.
To break through in the Rule-Oblivion system required complete comprehension. Currently, neither his Path of Ripples nor his Path of Slaughter offered any glimpse into the Chaos Realm’s mysteries. Only his greatest talent—the Path of the Illusory—allowed him to see the way forward, yet he knew it would take far more time.
In contrast…
The Voidwalker lineage had already brought him to the fortieth layer! One more step, and he would reach the forty-first—the threshold of the Chaos Realm.
His rapid progress to the fortieth layer was largely thanks to the incomplete four-painting legacy left behind by the Nineclouds Emperor. Studying the first painting had synergized with the Voidwalker’s secrets, allowing him to make successive breakthroughs.
“Now, I’m studying the second painting. Perhaps my Voidwalker lineage will reach the Chaos Realm even sooner,” Dongbo Xueying mused.
“Time to return.” With a single step, he traversed the distant cosmic membrane, returning to the Black Fog Sea’s Imperial Manor.
In terms of strength, he now rivaled some of the weaker Chaos Realm overlords. While figures like the Heavenweep Sect Master—capable of clearing the seventh level of the Star Tower—were more seasoned, there were others, particularly among the Devouring-type Chaos Realm experts, who remained at the sixth level. Dongbo Xueying now stood shoulder-to-shoulder with them.
Such powerhouses were exceedingly rare even in the Sacred Worlds, each a true overlord in their own right.
Consider the many inner-palace elders of the Skyvoid Temple—not a single one had reached the sixth level of the Star Tower! This spoke volumes of Dongbo Xueying’s prodigious talent in the Path of the Illusory—though credit was also due to the Dark World Master for creating such a peerless technique.
—
Time was merciless. In the blink of an eye, eighty million years had passed.
Imperial Manor.
Dressed in white robes, Dongbo Xueying sat sipping wine while Yu Jingqiu practiced swordplay in the distance. The techniques she wielded were from manuals he had painstakingly collected over the years, some even containing insights from past masters. Naturally, Yu Jingqiu delighted in training with such formidable sword arts.
“Yet she still hasn’t transcended.” Dongbo Xueying felt a growing weight of concern.
What did his own strength matter?
Though he had mastered ultra-long-range teleportation, glimpsing higher worlds, and though he had comprehended the **heart of the heavens** to unleash the **Blade of Divine Retribution**, standing now among the true overlords of the Five Sacred Worlds—none of it compared to his desperate hope for his wife’s transcendence!
“Why is the **Crimson Cloud Pomegranate** so impossible to find?” Dongbo Xueying fretted. “If I can’t locate it soon, I’ll have no choice but to swallow my pride and ask the Ancestor for help.”
The Ancestor was, after all, a Cosmic God.
To seek a Cosmic God’s aid was not something Dongbo Xueying would do lightly.
“Elder Dongbo, the Eastscale Hall in Qumu City of the Eastscale Sacred World has a **Crimson Cloud Pomegranate** available for trade.” A message flashed through his communication token.
Dongbo Xueying’s face lit up with joy, his grip tightening unconsciously—*crack*—the wine cup shattered in his hand.
Yu Jingqiu, mid-sword form, paused and turned in confusion. Her husband, with his level of control, shouldn’t have been so careless as to crush a cup.
“Xueying, what’s wrong?” she called out. “Did something happen?”
“Haha, yes—something wonderful, truly wonderful!” Dongbo Xueying laughed heartily. “I must leave at once. Wait for me—when I return, you’ll understand everything.”
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