“By the way, do you need any preparations before heading to the Void’s Edge?” Ancestor Tianyu chuckled. “Your master left you quite a few treasures, and if you never use them, there’s no point.”
Although the resources required for the Vermilion Nightmare Inheritance and the Balong Inheritance were already prepared, they were merely a drop in the ocean compared to the treasures left behind by Gu Qi.
“I do need to prepare,” Dongbo Xueying said. “I require one hundred thousand Meta Stones.”
“One hundred thousand?” Ancestor Tianyu was taken aback. “To consume?”
“Yes,” Dongbo Xueying nodded.
Ancestor Tianyu laughed heartily. “Well, well. In the history of the Chaos Realm, those willing to consume one hundred thousand Meta Stones are probably few and far between. As far as I know, there have only been two.”
Some might have stumbled upon great fortunes through serendipity, but they wouldn’t openly admit to consuming such quantities.
“One hundred thousand Meta Stones should provide significant benefits for someone in the Chaos Realm. For a Cosmic Deity, the gains would likely be much smaller,” Dongbo Xueying remarked.
“Very well, I shall prepare them for you,” Ancestor Tianyu said with a smile. “The cost will still be deducted from the three hundred thousand Meta Stones allocated to you.”
“Additionally, I need a secret treasure—one that can weaken attacks,” Dongbo Xueying added.
The Void’s Edge…
Though he considered himself formidable, caution was still paramount.
“What’s your budget?” Ancestor Tianyu inquired.
“Between fifty thousand and one hundred thousand Meta Stones,” Dongbo Xueying replied. He needed to reserve some treasures for himself, as accumulating such vast wealth on his own would take an unknown amount of time. There might come a day when he’d urgently need them.
“That should indeed suffice for a decent secret treasure,” Ancestor Tianyu mused, nodding. “Secret treasures are rare as it is. I believe the most suitable one for you is in the possession of the Witch Ancestor—an artifact called ‘Tri-Colored Heavy Clouds.’ Let me consult him first to see what price he’d accept.”
Dongbo Xueying nodded eagerly.
Ordinary Void Divine Weapons were negligible in their aid to him now. Only secret treasures would suffice.
What constituted a secret treasure? Cosmic-tier artifacts qualified! Others were naturally formed in the Chaos Void or the Primordial Ancient Sacred World, later refined into terrifying artifacts. Some were of mysterious origins, like the ‘Flame Cloud Tri-Realm Cauldron’ of the Ninecloud Emperor—its origins unknown, yet so precious that even the Sacred Master coveted it, repeatedly targeting the Ninecloud Emperor for it.
Thus, Cosmic-tier artifacts were merely the lowest tier among secret treasures.
“The Witch Ancestor has agreed to eighty thousand Meta Stones,” Ancestor Tianyu informed Dongbo Xueying.
“Agreed,” Dongbo Xueying replied without hesitation. Anything crafted by the Witch Ancestor was bound to be extraordinary.
“Excellent. I’ve already informed the Witch Ancestor, and his subordinates will deliver it shortly. Ah, here’s the detailed information about the ‘Tri-Colored Heavy Clouds’ he just transmitted,” Ancestor Tianyu said, passing the intelligence to Dongbo Xueying. Only upon purchase could one access such detailed knowledge. Otherwise, even Ancestor Tianyu would only know the basics.
Dongbo Xueying examined it closely.
The ‘Tri-Colored Heavy Clouds’ were a miraculous formation of clouds discovered by the Witch Ancestor in the vast Chaos Void. He had traced their origins through time, revealing that they were a unique phenomenon birthed during the Primordial Ancient Sacred World era, later altered during its fragmentation. After studying its myriad properties, the Witch Ancestor refined it into this secret treasure.
…
The Witch Ancestor’s envoy delivered the Tri-Colored Heavy Clouds, which Ancestor Tianyu received personally before discreetly passing it to Dongbo Xueying.
Clearly, the acquisition of this treasure had to remain confidential, known only to a select few like Ancestor Tianyu and the Witch Ancestor.
“Tri-Colored Heavy Clouds,” Dongbo Xueying murmured, holding the soft, white cloud mass in his hand. When split open, it revealed layers of blue and gold beneath the white surface—hence the name.
“This treasure is best suited as clothing,” Dongbo Xueying mused, seated cross-legged on a silver-threaded meditation mat in his quiet chamber. Patiently, he began the refining process. Secret treasures were notoriously complex; some couldn’t even be used without thorough comprehension. Fortunately, the Tri-Colored Heavy Clouds had been crafted by the Witch Ancestor, and Dongbo Xueying had received detailed refining instructions upon purchase.
The method wasn’t difficult, merely time-consuming, requiring gradual nurturing and refinement.
As he refined it, Dongbo Xueying occasionally tossed a few Meta Stones into his mouth. With a mere flick of his wrist, the stones shrank and flew into his mouth, swallowed effortlessly. It was like snacking—casually consuming them without strain, as his soul was far more robust than Yu Jingqiu’s had been, rendering the Meta Stones no burden.
Had he wished, he could’ve consumed thousands at once without issue.
But he preferred to savor the subtle transformations of his soul.
“Truly worthy of Meta Stones—said to be the essence of the Primordial Ancient Sacred World,” Dongbo Xueying reflected. The Primordial Ancient Sacred World was akin to the current Chaos Void, and its essence provided an all-encompassing enhancement to the soul.
Perhaps they’d be even more effective against the Annihilation Demons.
But how many Annihilation Demons would one need to slay to amass one hundred thousand Meta Stones? Those creatures were cunning and wouldn’t throw their lives away recklessly. Even a ninth-level Chaos Realm expert, after eons of battle, would be fortunate to absorb energy equivalent to twenty or thirty thousand Meta Stones.
Days passed.
Dongbo Xueying’s soul grew stronger with each day, and even his comprehension and deductions accelerated slightly.
Nineteen years slipped by in the blink of an eye.
Though Dongbo Xueying hadn’t rushed, he’d consumed all one hundred thousand Meta Stones. On this very day, the Tri-Colored Heavy Clouds were fully refined and nurtured.
“What a marvelous feeling,” Dongbo Xueying mused. These nineteen years had been pure bliss—the sensation of absorption was exquisite.
“After consuming one hundred thousand Meta Stones, my soul has strengthened by thirty percent,” he thought with quiet satisfaction.
It might not seem like much.
But a thirty percent increase on his already formidable foundation was remarkable. After mastering the Nine Transformations of the Vermilion Nightmare Inheritance, his soul had reached an extraordinary level, making further improvements exceedingly difficult. Even if he ascended to Cosmic Deity, the gains wouldn’t be drastic. Thus, a thirty percent boost was more than satisfactory.
“Tri-Colored Heavy Clouds…” With a thought, the soft white cloud mass swiftly expanded and flowed over his body, transforming into a thick, snow-white robe. The garment was pristine, though its true nature as a cloud-formed treasure remained evident.
“Quite thick, and warm too,” Dongbo Xueying remarked with a smile, relishing the comfort of the robe. “As Ancestor said, with this treasure, my defensive capabilities should rank among the top ten in the Chaos Realm.”
After all, how many in the Chaos Realm would spend eighty thousand Meta Stones on a single defensive artifact?
To Dongbo Xueying, it was a trivial expense. His sights were set on the Sacred Master, and until then, he’d exercise utmost caution to avoid an untimely demise. If he had Meta Stones, he’d use them early. If he became a Cosmic Deity, he could always earn more. If not… well, the treasure’s value would remain.
“It’s time to head to the Void’s Edge,” Dongbo Xueying decided.
With a thought, a clone materialized beside him.
This clone would handle mundane affairs in the Taixu Heaven Palace—teaching disciples, attending important meetings. As long as it wasn’t combat, the mental strain was minimal. If no urgent matters arose, the clone could even enter dormancy, reducing the expenditure to near-negligible levels.
“Let’s go.”
The void beside the chamber twisted, and Dongbo Xueying, clad in his thick snow-white robe, stepped into the distortion and vanished.
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