Not only that.
The black jade vial contained the ‘Qianyi Water Spirit Liquid,’ enough to sustain for three hundred and eighty million years, costing Dongbo Xueying a staggering twelve hundred Meta Stones to acquire.
This very temple was forged by a Cosmic God, requiring another nine hundred Meta Stones.
Add to that the Scarlet Cloud Pomegranate Heart…
The total expenditure alone amounted to seven thousand one hundred Meta Stones, not to mention the three tasks he still owed to that horned middle-aged man.
“This is the absolute limit of what I can do,” Dongbo Xueying murmured to himself. History had shown that even Cosmic Gods and Chaos Realm overlords had sought the best methods to aid their loved ones—Fourth Heaven World Gods—in achieving transcendence. Thus, the most optimal cultivation aid was born: the ‘Qianyi Water Spirit Liquid,’ paired with a perfectly suited temple and the Scarlet Cloud Pomegranate Heart.
“After consuming the Scarlet Cloud Pomegranate Heart, its energy should sustain her for over three hundred million years,” Dongbo Xueying said. “Jing Qiu, you must cherish every moment of these three hundred million years for cultivation.”
“Mm.” Yu Jingqiu nodded, barely able to suppress the overwhelming surge within her.
At this moment, countless flashes of insight erupted within her soul. With just a fraction of her focus, each spark unfurled into profound realizations—so many that it surpassed even the legendary state of enlightenment!
This was only natural.
Dongbo Xueying himself had only ever consumed a single ‘Fuling Heart Fruit,’ worth fifty Meta Stones, and his strength far surpassed Yu Jingqiu’s. After all, she was not even a True God, merely a Fourth Heaven World God. These rare treasures amplified her comprehension efficiency to an absurd degree. And because her soul was still weak, the energy of the Scarlet Cloud Pomegranate Heart would likely take over three hundred million years to fully deplete.
“Go now. I must begin my seclusion immediately,” Yu Jingqiu urged. Any cultivator would covet such a state of cultivation beyond their wildest dreams.
Dongbo Xueying smiled and stepped out.
**Boom—**
The temple doors sealed shut.
Yu Jingqiu immediately plunged into deep cultivation!
Standing before the closed hall, Dongbo Xueying couldn’t help but smile. He could perfectly envision his wife’s current state: “A cultivation state far surpassing ordinary enlightenment, sustained for over three hundred million years… If she still fails to transcend after this, then nothing can be done.”
In the Five Great Sacred Worlds, this was the absolute pinnacle of cultivation assistance for a Fourth Heaven World God. As for the ‘Eternal Heart’ or ‘Meta World Fruit,’ those weren’t aids—they forcibly elevated lifeforms to Eternal transcendence!
“Time to fulfill those three tasks,” Dongbo Xueying mused. The temple was forged by a Cosmic God, and with his wife inside, no one could possibly disrupt her. Even he couldn’t breach its defenses!
“Yu’er, Qingyao, your mother is in seclusion. Do not disturb her,” Dongbo Xueying transmitted to his children, ensuring they wouldn’t worry.
**Whoosh!**
He soared into the sky, where space twisted before him. In an instant, he vanished—reappearing within the Myriad Ancient Sacred World.
—
### **Myriad Ancient Sacred World**
This realm held a unique position. Against the two great sects, it stood alongside the Eastridge and Sevenstar Sea Sacred Worlds. Yet in terms of sheer power, it ranked second among the Five Great Sacred Worlds—a fact that justified its pride. The ‘Ancestor of Realms’ rivaled the Matriarch in strength, while the enigmatic ‘Ancestor of Sorcery’ was famed for his myriad methods, nearly matching the Matriarch herself.
Both the Ancestor of Realms and the Ancestor of Sorcery were beings of immense pride.
They had effectively split the Sacred World in two, each ruling their own domain without interference.
In the Ancestor of Sorcery’s territory… the ‘Sorcery’ cultivation system flourished. Countless sorcerers lived in seclusion, dedicating themselves to long-term research and cultivation. Their techniques were bizarre and unpredictable. It had to be admitted—at least in this era, the Sorcery system surpassed the Rule-Oriented Mystic system in every aspect, from peak-tier combatants to Chaos Realm and Unity Realm practitioners.
The Rule-Oriented Mystic system suffered from a historical fracture—its founder, the ‘Ancestor of Azure,’ had perished long ago. For ages, the system had declined, until the rise of the Heaven’s Fool Ancestor and the establishment of the Voidsky Palace.
Yet in terms of raw power…
Neither the Heaven’s Fool Ancestor nor the current Swordmaster ranked above the third tier among the ultimate existences. Even now, the Rule-Oriented Mystic system paled slightly in influence compared to Sorcery.
—
### **Golden Devourer Nation, Demon Eye Divine Manor**
**Crack! Crack! Crack!**
Within a lavish estate, a towering green-skinned giant lashed a whip mercilessly upon a young man. The boy dared not resist—doing so would only invite greater suffering. He endured silently as the whip tore into his flesh, sending him rolling across the ground, his body crisscrossed with gruesome wounds that healed almost instantly.
“Master,” the green giant bowed respectfully to a woman at the head of the group. “One hundred lashes have been delivered.”
“Hmph.”
The woman, marked by a violet sigil on her brow, sneered at the boy. “Remember this: when you see me, you will kneel—and press your face to the ground. Understand? You are nothing but a slave. Know your place.”
“Yes,” the boy whispered, pressing his forehead into the dirt.
“Good.”
Satisfied, the woman turned and strode away, her entourage trailing behind.
Silence returned.
The boy—Yun Peng—rose shakily, wiping dust from his face. The physical wounds were trivial, but the pain… The whip was designed specifically for punishing slaves like him. Each strike was agony beyond death.
“A slave?” Yun Peng thought bitterly. “In the Golden Devourer Nation’s Demon Eye Divine Manor, escape is impossible.”
The Golden Devourer Lord’s eight greatest subordinates each governed a Divine Manor. The Demon Eye Divine Manor’s status was self-evident—and the Golden Devourer Lord himself was a direct disciple of the Ancestor of Realms…
“A slave forever?” Yun Peng lowered his head and resumed tending the courtyard. As a slave, he wasn’t even permitted to raise his gaze normally. “There’s no escape. The only way to improve my lot is cultivation—reach the Void God realm, and I’ll earn my freedom. But that’s still so far away…”
“No resources. Barely any time to cultivate.” The more he thought, the bleaker it seemed. Yet a cultivator’s resilience refused to let him surrender.
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### **Outside the Golden Devourer Nation**
The wind whispered across the tranquil sky when suddenly—space twisted. A figure emerged: a white-robed youth gazing calmly at the towering nation before him. Few knew that a peerless Unity Realm expert, with strength rivaling a newly ascended Chaos Realm overlord, had just arrived outside the city.
Sixth-level combat power in the Star Tower—a name destined for the annals of history across the Five Great Sacred Worlds.
“Golden Devourer Nation.” Dongbo Xueying’s senses brushed against the vast protective formation enveloping the city, finding it impervious to forced intrusion.
With a single step, he appeared at the city gates.
The guards barely spared him a glance—short-range teleportation was commonplace.
Dongbo Xueying strode through the nation. To onlookers, his movements seemed like mere flashes of short-distance teleportation. Yet each step spanned millions of miles. In mere moments, he stood before the gates of an opulent estate—one of the eight Divine Manors of the Golden Devourer Nation: the **Demon Eye Divine Manor**.
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