Chapter 881: A Safe Haven

In the imperial palace of the Golden Feast Kingdom.

Plates of exquisite delicacies were served one after another. The Golden Feast Monarch and Dongbo Xueying sat facing each other from a distance, while Yun Peng stood respectfully behind Dongbo Xueying.

Yun Peng remained uneasy, overwhelmed by the terrifying aura naturally exuded by the Golden Feast Monarch—not intentionally released, but simply radiating from his presence. Moreover, Yun Peng’s mind was unsettled: *Who exactly is this Elder Dongbo? Even the Golden Feast Monarch seems to hold him in high regard. The Demon-Eyed Fiendlord even devoured his own disciple, the Bloodworm Venerable, just to apologize. I’ve definitely never met him before! And among all the powerful figures I’ve encountered… none should have the qualifications to forge a connection with someone like Elder Dongbo.*

He was anxious.

Little did he know that his uncle, who cared deeply for him, had struck immense fortune by obtaining the ‘Crimson Cloud Pomegranate Heart’ and inviting Dongbo Xueying!

“Please, enjoy. My Golden Feast Kingdom may not excel in much, but when it comes to cuisine—ha!—few places in the Seven Seas Sacred Realm can compare,” the Golden Feast Monarch said. Among the Devouring cultivation system, the more talented one was, the more demanding they seemed to be about food. As a result, despite the brutality and chaos of the Ancestral Realm’s dominion, their culinary arts were truly remarkable.

Many weaker cultivators were forced to specialize in refining delicacies.

“Not bad,” Dongbo Xueying remarked, sampling a few dishes.

“I’ve heard that Elder Dongbo’s Dark World is extraordinary. Might I have the honor of witnessing it?” the Golden Feast Monarch asked with a hearty laugh.

Dongbo Xueying was unbothered. He knew the monarch meant no harm—this was simply the custom in the Ancestral Realm’s territory, where they worshipped absolute power with brutal honesty.

“Golden Feast Monarch, the formations within this hall are quite sturdy,” Dongbo Xueying remarked, glancing at a massive stone sculpture outside the palace doors. Though the sculpture itself was made of ordinary material, under the protection of the palace’s formations, even a fifth-level expert from the Star Tower would struggle to damage it.

Casually, Dongbo Xueying waved his hand—*whoosh!*

The Dark World descended from illusion into reality, enveloping the stone sculpture. Layer upon layer of the Dark World naturally absorbed the surrounding world’s energy, forming a swirling vortex.

The Golden Feast Monarch’s eyelids twitched.

He could sense the terrifying power of that Dark World.

*Boom!*

The Dark World, composed of three hundred and sixty layers, erupted in unison. The sheer accumulation of force triggered a qualitative transformation, unleashing a devastating power that instantly shattered the formations protecting the sculpture.

With a deep, resonating explosion, the sculpture was reduced to nothingness.

The Golden Feast Monarch’s heart skipped a beat.

*This Dongbo Xueying is formidable.* While most experts in the Ancestral Realm’s territory were not skilled in formations, his palace was his personal sanctuary for rest and cultivation. He had specially invited a powerful Witch cultivator to set up the formations—after all, in terms of formations and artifact forging, Witch cultivators surpassed even the Rule-Oblivion system.

Though the guest reception area wasn’t as heavily fortified as his private chambers, even he would need to exert his full strength to barely pierce the formations.

Yet just now, the formations around the sculpture had been obliterated by sheer brute force, and the sculpture itself annihilated.

*The power of that strike… is slightly above my own ultimate technique?* the Golden Feast Monarch thought, inwardly shocked.

This was to be expected.

Six hundred layers of the Dark World could rival a sixth-level Star Tower combatant. Though three hundred and sixty layers were weaker, they still brushed against the threshold of that level—enough to intimidate all who witnessed it.

“Impressive, truly impressive,” the Golden Feast Monarch said quickly. “Elder Dongbo has cultivated for far less time than I, yet now I fear I may no longer be your match.”

“Combat encompasses many aspects, not just offensive power,” Dongbo Xueying replied with a smile. “The Golden Feast Monarch’s illustrious battle record speaks for itself—proven through countless real battles.”

The Golden Feast Monarch chuckled.

But he knew the truth. Even if their strengths were currently comparable, given Dongbo Xueying’s cultivation speed, it wouldn’t be long before he left him far behind.

—

From then on, the atmosphere between them grew even more harmonious. The Golden Feast Monarch became increasingly hospitable, serving an endless array of delicacies—clearly intent on forging a genuine friendship with Dongbo Xueying. After all, at his level of power, one’s gaze extended beyond the Eternal Sacred Realm, spanning all five Sacred Realms and the Chaos Void.

“Golden Feast Monarch, there’s no need to escort me further,” Dongbo Xueying said with a smile. “If you ever find yourself passing by the Verdant Peng Sect in the future, feel free to visit me there.”

“So you really are connected to the Verdant Peng Sect?” the Golden Feast Monarch asked in surprise as he personally saw Dongbo Xueying out of the city.

Yun Peng, who had been silently following, also shot Dongbo Xueying a curious glance.

“Yes, I’ve made an agreement with one of their experts to guard the sect for a time,” Dongbo Xueying explained.

“No wonder,” the Golden Feast Monarch nodded. “I’ll make sure to visit when the opportunity arises.”

Traveling within the Sacred Realm was notoriously troublesome.

Even for the Golden Feast Monarch, without a special reason, he wouldn’t undertake the arduous journey to the Verdant Peng Sect just for idle conversation. After all, at his speed, it would take hundreds of millions of years to traverse the distance from the Golden Feast Kingdom to the Verdant Peng Sect.

“Very well.”

Dongbo Xueying nodded.

*Rip—* With a wave of his hand, Dongbo Xueying tore open a spatial rift, then stepped into it with Yun Peng in tow.

Watching as the spatial passage gradually sealed itself, the Golden Feast Monarch blinked in astonishment. *Such profound mastery over space… he can tear open spatial passages?*

This was typically the domain of Chaos Realm overlords.

Of course, some Unity Realm experts specializing in the Void could also achieve it—but the Golden Feast Monarch was not among them. Though powerful, he found the intricacies of Rule-Oblivion techniques and the Witch’s Dao of All Things utterly headache-inducing. For him, the simplest and most satisfying path was to eat and grow stronger.

—

In their homeworld, the ‘Primordial Universe,’ within a hall of the Black Fog Sea Imperial Manor.

Dongbo Xueying sat at a table, flanked by his puzzled children, Dongbo Yu and Dongbo Qingyao.

“Kneel,” Dongbo Xueying commanded, gazing at Yun Peng before him.

Without hesitation, Yun Peng dropped to his knees.

This was a massive opportunity! Even someone as proud as the Golden Feast Monarch admitted inferiority to this man.

“Due to an agreement, I must take you as my disciple,” Dongbo Xueying said calmly. “However, I, Dongbo Xueying, do not accept disciples lightly. From today onward, you shall be a nominal disciple under my tutelage.”

“Yes, Master,” Yun Peng immediately kowtowed in reverence.

Dongbo Xueying watched impassively, while Dongbo Yu and Dongbo Qingyao exchanged shocked glances. *A True God Venerable… and Father only accepts him as a nominal disciple?* Unbeknownst to them, given Dongbo Xueying’s current strength, countless Void Gods would be clamoring to kneel and beg for the chance to become his disciple.

But Dongbo Xueying paid little heed to such matters. As someone already wielding Chaos Realm combat power, his true goal was to officially break through to the Chaos Realm in cultivation.

*Buzz.* With a flick of his finger, a streak of light shot into Yun Peng’s mind.

“These are the laws of my sect. Violators will be punished accordingly,” Dongbo Xueying stated.

Yun Peng scanned the rules and inwardly grimaced.

They were *strict.*

For a cultivator raised in the Ancestral Realm’s ruthless environment, adapting to Dongbo Xueying’s laws would be no easy task. In fact, his sect’s regulations were even harsher than those of the Taixu Temple—which was already relatively lenient.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t the Eternal Sacred Realm. This is a universe—far, far more peaceful,” Dongbo Xueying reassured. “As long as you don’t stir trouble, no one will kill you.”

Who would dare kill Dongbo Xueying’s disciple in his home universe?

Especially when Yun Peng himself was a True God Venerable!

“Ah?” Yun Peng was stunned. *A place where no one kills you unless you provoke them? Such a paradise exists?*

“Yu’er, Qingyao, properly introduce our universe to your new junior brother,” Dongbo Xueying instructed.

“Yes, Father,” the siblings replied eagerly. They had already deduced that this new junior brother hailed from the Eternal Sacred Realm. Though they had some knowledge of the outside world from their father, it was still woefully limited.

“Junior Brother, come with us!”

“We’ll treat you to drinks!”

Dongbo Qingyao and Dongbo Yu were brimming with enthusiasm.

Yun Peng felt somewhat out of place. *A completely safe environment… and such warm senior siblings?* This was beyond anything he had ever dared to dream of—though he couldn’t help but notice that his new junior siblings seemed rather weak.

Watching them leave, Dongbo Xueying nodded silently.

*Now, to deal with the Verdant Peng Sect matter.*

With Yun Peng’s safety assured, the next task was fulfilling his promise to guard the Verdant Peng Sect—one of the three obligations. Dongbo Xueying had no intention of wasting excessive time on these matters. The sooner everything was resolved, the better.