Dongbo Xueying held his breath, carefully observing everything within the ‘Gold-Armor Nest Space.’ A single Gold-Armor Nest meant an endless supply of ‘Gold-Armor Destruction Fiends.’ The longer it existed, the more Gold-Armor Destruction Fiends it could spawn. In fact, the cultivators suspected that even the Cosmic Deity-level Destruction Fiends likely evolved from Gold-Armor Destruction Fiends!
Historically, the Corridor of Lost Realms had birthed fifteen ‘Kings’ over the eons.
Aside from two Gold-Armor Nests that were destroyed in the early days, only six remained. From this, one could deduce that each Gold-Armor Nest roughly corresponded to a few ‘Kings,’ and over time, it could spawn even more.
In other words—
On average, a single Gold-Armor Nest Space would produce at least two ‘Kings’ among its hordes of Gold-Armor Fiends, and possibly more as time passed.
Thus, the longer the war dragged on, the more ‘Kings’ the Destruction Fiends would accumulate, and their numbers would grow increasingly terrifying. The cultivators were doomed to lose!
“Finally, I’ve found a Gold-Armor Nest,” Dongbo Xueying thought, his heart surging with excitement.
Though the cultivators hadn’t fully determined the exact value of a Gold-Armor Nest, they had long since issued a public bounty. Any cultivator’s avatar who discovered one in the Corridor of Lost Realms and reported it would receive a staggering reward of ‘100,000 Sourceworld Stones’! Many avatars ventured into the corridor just to try their luck.
Even the ‘Red-Browed Mountain Master’ had once demanded an exorbitant price, which the cultivators had reluctantly considered—all for the sake of destroying a Gold-Armor Nest.
Alas, the Red-Browed Mountain Master was too greedy.
For merely searching, he demanded ‘10,000 Sourceworld Stones’ every hundred million years—even if he found nothing. Over ten billion years, that would amount to a full million Sourceworld Stones. If there were results, fine—but if not, even the Cosmic Deities couldn’t sustain such a cost.
“Hmm?”
Dongbo Xueying’s gaze was soon drawn to the ancient Void Tree. Through the apertures of the Dark Mist Orb, he could observe its structure with unparalleled clarity.
“The utilization of the Void here is flawless,” he marveled. “The Corridor of Lost Realms is already a sacred land for Void cultivation, but a ‘Gold-Armor Nest’ is the holy of holies.”
Whoosh.
That very day, Dongbo Xueying sent a second avatar into the Corridor of Lost Realms to continue searching for Fiend Nests, while the first remained in seclusion within the sealed space, studying the ‘Gold-Armor Nest’s Void Tree.’
Strictly speaking, the four diagrams of the Ninecloud Emperor’s legacy, the *Walker’s Secret Codex*, and the Void Tree’s structure each represented different approaches to Void utilization. Though their paths diverged, they could still inspire one another.
“As for reporting it—no rush. I’ll wait until the Void Tree no longer aids me,” Dongbo Xueying mused. Though the tree was spawning Fiends, Gold-Armor Fiends emerged at an excruciatingly slow pace. Each batch consisted of nine, and after their birth, the next batch’s golden eggs alone would take anywhere from hundreds of billions to trillions of years to form—the higher the talent, the longer the wait.
—
Time flowed like a river.
In the blink of an eye, Dongbo Xueying had spent 21 billion years at Void Fortress.
Inside its grand hall—
“Hmm?”
“What?!”
Hundreds of Chaos Realm avatars—some chatting, others meditating—suddenly rose to their feet in shock, staring at the massive projection hovering at the hall’s edge. It displayed the movements of Destruction Fiends in both the Outer and Inner Domains in real-time. But now—
A dense swarm of light dots appeared simultaneously at the border, then surged into the Inner Domain, streaking toward the ‘Spatial Barrier’ at breakneck speed.
With their keen vision, Dongbo Xueying and the others instantly estimated the number: three thousand.
“Another assault on the Spatial Barrier?”
Every Chaos Realm cultivator tensed. Skirmishes usually occurred at the border—such a deep incursion could only mean one thing: the Final Spatial Barrier.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Figures materialized one after another in the great hall. Space itself twisted and collapsed as terrifying presences emerged, their auras so overwhelming that even Dongbo Xueying felt a chill.
Outside Void Fortress, it was nearly impossible to see so many Cosmic Deities gathered—let alone their true bodies!
Within a single breath—
Twelve Cosmic Deities had arrived, each teleporting from their respective domains. Most couldn’t perform ultra-long-distance teleportation, relying on subordinates to open channels for them. Yet, they all made it within moments.
Dongbo Xueying studied them closely. Many were faces he’d never seen before.
His grandmaster, the ‘Void Primogenitor,’ was a black-robed man with emerald hair, his gaze gentle and compassionate. He glanced at Dongbo Xueying before turning to the others.
“They’re attacking the Spatial Barrier again,” declared the ‘Ancestor of Witchcraft,’ a man wrapped in chains, his voice grave. Though the Fiends had failed before, we cannot afford carelessness. A single breach would spell disaster.”
“Then we proceed as usual?” rumbled a massive giant of black stone, his tone icy.
No objections arose.
“Then move out,” the diminutive, green-robed ‘Ancestor of Realms’ said curtly.
—
In the Sacred World of the Ancients—
Steam curled above a vast bath.
The Sacred Master lounged in the waters, his body submerged. Suddenly, he turned his gaze toward the Corridor of Lost Realms, though it lay immeasurably far away. A faint, enigmatic smile touched his lips.
“Those Fiends are sneaking into the Five Sacred Worlds again?”
“Their numbers grow, their Kings multiply… Time is running short. And that old fool keeps meddling.” He shook his head slightly, then closed his eyes and sank deeper into the bath.
—
In the Chaotic Void, the Azure Sky Realm—
A tiny fragment of the shattered Primordial Sacred World, the Azure Sky Realm was barely a hundredth the size of the Ninecloud Continent.
Now, it was the domain of the Red-Browed Mountain Master.
Standing atop a towering peak, his crimson brows stark against his cold eyes, he smirked.
“So, they’re assaulting the Spatial Barrier again?”
Among the Nine-Tier Star Tower experts, he was the most aloof—even looking down on some Cosmic Deities. After all, even they faced mortal peril against the Sacred Master. But not him. With his clones and ultra-long-distance teleportation, his true self remained hidden, untouchable.
Even the Sacred Master hesitated to antagonize the lineage of the Ten Thousand Realms Tower Master.
An enemy who couldn’t be killed was the most troublesome.
“Good. The more the Fiends attack, the more desperate those Cosmic Deities will become,” the Red-Browed Mountain Master mused. “Eventually, they’ll meet my demands.”
The Cosmic Deities sought his aid—but his price was steep. Negotiations had stalled.
“This is my chance to amass Sourceworld Stones,” he thought, unperturbed. He was certain they’d yield. As for offending the Cosmic Deities? He couldn’t care less.
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