The Hall Master of Wentiandian directly tossed over a storage bracelet, transmitting his voice: “This is what the Ancestor instructed me to deliver. It’s good that you’re venturing in the Eternal Sacred Realm—both the Witch Ancestor and the Realm Ancestor are here! It’s relatively safe, though you should still be wary of underhanded schemes… The treasures the Ancestor sent are for your protection. You can study them carefully.”
“Understood.” Dongbo Xueying didn’t refuse and accepted it directly.
“By the way, the Realm Ancestor’s disciples have sent word. They investigated the other leader of Kuimoya, ‘Qi Hujun,’ and confirmed he isn’t a member of the two major sects. After interrogation, no issues were found,” the Hall Master of Wentiandian added.
“After the interrogation, what then? Killed? Or released?” Dongbo Xueying pressed.
“Released,” the Hall Master chuckled. “What, you think Qi Hujun, who has slaughtered countless lives, deserves death? Unfortunately, this is the Realm Ancestor’s domain. Devouring and killing are commonplace. Since the Realm Ancestor’s disciples found no fault with him, they naturally let him go.”
Dongbo Xueying frowned inwardly.
If Qi Hujun had been executed, the terms of their prior agreement would have been fulfilled. But now that he was released, Dongbo Xueying would have to find another opportunity to deal with him. Given Qi Hujun’s survival skills, killing him wouldn’t be easy.
…
Of the three tasks in their agreement, only Qi Hujun remained, hiding in his lair at Kuimoya. After this incident, he likely wouldn’t emerge anytime soon.
Meanwhile, Dongbo Xueying wandered freely through the Eternal Sacred Realm. He wasn’t in a hurry to return to his home universe—with the agreement temporarily settled and his wife in seclusion, there was no point in idly waiting. Instead, he decided to begin his Ancient Cultivation training. Given his current strength, the process might cause significant disturbances.
His home universe was too fragile. A single misstep could end an entire epoch, forcing the universe to reset and birth a new one.
Thus, it was safer to train outside where the risks were more manageable.
“Ancient Cultivation,” Dongbo Xueying mused.
This was the oldest form of cultivation. In the primordial Primal Sacred Realm, weak beings sought to grow stronger by harnessing the world’s natural energies to nurture themselves, gradually stepping onto the path of Ancient Cultivation. Later, prodigies created other systems—widely practiced ones like the Bloodline Cultivation System, the Matriarch System, the Witch System, and the Supreme Warrior System, among others.
Yet none could overshadow the brilliance of Ancient Cultivation.
Ultra-long-distance teleportation!
Observing any corner of the Five Great Sacred Realms and the Chaos Void!
Retaining the ability to manifest clones even after becoming a Void God!
Prophecy!
Body transformation!
Altering past history!
Reincarnation!
…
Countless inconceivable abilities that other cultivation systems could never achieve, Ancient Cultivation could. Thus, many powerful cultivators dabbled in it. However, Ancient Cultivation relied heavily on innate talent—without it, even the most rigorous training would yield limited results. If one was fortunate enough to possess strong innate gifts, they had to devote themselves fully to mastering them.
“Awakening one’s talent is the beginning of transcendence.” Dongbo Xueying set up a detection array deep in the mountains, woven from the principles of the Void World, the Panbo Diagram, and the Mysteries of the Void. Even Chaos Realm experts stronger than him might not surpass his mastery in the Dao of Ripples or the Void World. With his ability to teleport vast distances, his detection array penetrated the very core of the void, making it nearly impossible for anyone to bypass unnoticed.
Once prepared, he began his training.
For the weak, the first step of Ancient Cultivation was simple.
But Dongbo Xueying was too powerful—his soul and body were too refined, making awakening his innate talent an exceptionally difficult task.
“Boom!”
As he sat cross-legged, vast streams of natural energy surged into his body. His muscles relaxed completely, his soul utterly at ease, allowing the energy to merge with him under the guidance of the “Awakening Art.”
The Awakening Art, also known as the “Enlightenment Art” or “Primordial Opening Art,” was perfected over countless failures by the earliest Ancient Cultivators. Now the most refined version, it effectively unlocked the latent potential of one’s body and soul, revealing their strongest innate talent.
Some Ancient Cultivators even awakened multiple talents.
But more talents didn’t necessarily mean greater strength—what mattered was how far one could advance along their chosen path.
No worries… no burdens…
Only emptiness…
His body faded from perception, his soul utterly relaxed. His senses expanded endlessly, first encompassing the deep mountain forest, then the vast plains beyond. His soul’s perception stretched farther and farther, surpassing even the range of his most powerful techniques.
Even the Panbo Diagram couldn’t compare to this scope.
But the Awakening Art required complete immersion, delving into the depths of one’s potential. In this state, the soul merged with the heavens and earth, granting unparalleled perception—though it was useless in combat.
“Whoosh.”
Like a spring bubbling forth in a barren desert.
Or a lone lamp flickering to life in endless darkness.
The dormant potential within Dongbo Xueying’s body and soul was unearthed, crystallizing into a complete innate talent.
“Hu~~~”
After ten thousand years of seclusion in the mountain hut, a faint crimson aura began emanating from Dongbo Xueying’s body, spreading in all directions. The scent carried a potent allure—those with weaker minds would succumb to illusions upon inhaling it.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
“Awakened.” Dongbo Xueying immediately examined the changes in his soul and body, then paused in surprise. “Dreamweaving?”
His soul and body had undergone subtle transformations. His body now exuded a bewitching presence, while his soul naturally guided others into illusions.
No direct combat prowess—just an illusion-based ability.
“Hah.” Dongbo Xueying couldn’t help but laugh. “It seems I truly have a gift for the Void World. Even in Ancient Cultivation, I’ve awakened this kind of talent.”
“Now, how should I proceed?”
He pondered.
With his talent determined, he needed to chart his path forward. There were many routes, and proper nurturing could vastly amplify his strength.
“This talent naturally excels in manipulating illusions, and my soul will be stronger than others at the same level,” Dongbo Xueying mused. “Then I’ll choose the ‘Vermilion Nightmare Legacy.'”
The Vermilion Nightmare was the name of an exotic beast, one skilled in illusion manipulation. The Vermilion Nightmare Legacy was a cultivation method Dongbo Xueying had discovered among the countless texts left behind by Emperor Jiuyun. Though only mid-tier, it was the most suitable for him. At its peak, it could reach the Chaos Realm. As for the higher “Cosmos God” level? From the Primal Sacred Era to now, how many Cosmos Gods had there even been?
And how many among them were Ancient Cultivators? Ancient Cultivation legacies that led directly to the Cosmos God level were exceedingly rare. He only knew of three, none of which suited him.
“Many Cosmos Gods forged their own paths, like the Witch Ancestor and the Cang Ancestor. Even if the Vermilion Nightmare Legacy only reaches the Chaos Realm, I can blaze my own trail later, elevating it to the Cosmos God level,” Dongbo Xueying thought.
He was quite satisfied with this legacy.
It was the most fitting and beneficial for him.
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