The Eastern Sacred Realm.
In a tavern, the Blade Emperor sat across from a man clad in deep blue robes.
“Realmheart Token?” The Blade Emperor was astonished. “Master, are you saying the Swordmaster might have obtained a Realmheart Token? What is that? How have I never heard of it?”
“Hmm.”
Lord Luo sat there, pouring wine as he drank and chuckled. “Of course you haven’t heard of it. The Realmheart Token… among the countless cultivators in the vast Chaos Void, only a handful likely know of its existence. The Swordmaster probably obtained one and even used it! That’s why his cultivation advanced so rapidly. Of course, this is just my speculation. Perhaps his talent truly defies the heavens, and he reached such heights through sheer solitary cultivation.”
“Master, what exactly is the Realmheart Token?” the Blade Emperor pressed.
“A unique treasure,” Lord Luo replied with a smile. “To obtain and use it requires fate. Only cultivators with extraordinary talent and comprehension, recognized by the Realmheart Token, can claim it. Otherwise, even if it were right in front of you, you wouldn’t see it…”
“Wouldn’t see it even if it were right there?” The Blade Emperor grew even more puzzled.
Treasures.
Indeed, there were some truly peculiar treasures—like the mottled spear used by the Sacred Master, its origins shrouded in mystery! Or the ‘Three Realms Inferno Cauldron,’ equally enigmatic.
A special treasure like the ‘Realmheart Token’? The Blade Emperor had genuinely never heard of it before.
“Go on, go cultivate. You’re my disciple—don’t let the Swordmaster truly surpass you,” Lord Luo said with a laugh.
“Yes, I take my leave.” The Blade Emperor rose immediately.
He did feel a sense of urgency.
He was the supreme leader of the Six Sacred Grounds! Though his master, ‘Lord Luo,’ remained stuck at the Chaos Realm, his insights were absurdly profound. Lord Luo had founded the ‘Star Palace’ and was willing to guide other Cosmic Gods. Figures like the Primordial Demon Mountain Master, the Radiant Light Sovereign, Ancestor Tianyu, the Void Primogenitor, and Emperor Cloud Serpent all humbly sought his counsel.
After all, despite being a Chaos Realm cultivator, Lord Luo’s strength was comparable to the second tier of Cosmic Gods.
In terms of insight alone!
He likely surpassed even the Sacred Master. Though, due to violating some unknown taboo, Lord Luo seemed forever barred from becoming a Cosmic God. Yet his insights were so profound that countless sought to become his disciples—though he disdained taking them, only deigning to guide a select few Cosmic Gods. Thus, the alliance of the ‘Six Sacred Grounds’ was formed.
The true linchpin of the Six Sacred Grounds… was Lord Luo.
As a member of the Voidsky Palace, the Swordmaster could also receive Lord Luo’s guidance—and was even highly regarded by him. But the Blade Emperor was a personal disciple, the one Lord Luo instructed the most.
The Blade Emperor departed.
Lord Luo remained, leisurely drinking alone.
“Fine wine. The fruit wine brewed by this tavern should rank within the top six hundred in the Chaos Void,” Lord Luo praised, lost in thought. “When that old codger Yuan left, there weren’t many Realmheart Tokens left. He told me only five remained! By now, there must be even fewer. Could one have fallen into the Swordmaster’s hands?”
—
Dongbo Xueying and the others had been placed under a prohibition, temporarily forbidden from leaving Voidsky Palace or the Void Fortress.
Yet, the group of Palace Masters still sent their avatars beyond Voidsky Palace to observe the remnants of the Sacred Master’s recent battle.
“Hmm.”
“The battlefield of the Sacred Master and the Ancestral Witch and World Ancestor?”
The Palace Masters stared in awe at their surroundings.
The area spanning hundreds of billions of miles was in utter chaos, marked by countless void fissures and torn earth, with lingering ripples of power still swirling. The sky itself was fractured—cracks in the Sacred Realm’s fabric. Destruction, slaughter, thunder, and witch poison—all manner of energies mingled across the vast battlefield.
Ancestor Tianyu stood nearby and remarked, “The aftershocks of this battle damaged the Sacred Realm itself. Destruction is easy—repair is hard. This region has been nearly shattered. Restoring it… even the Primordial Demon Mountain Master and the Radiant Light Sovereign will need time to mend it.”
“Ancestor, the scale of this battle seems small.”
“I heard the Sacred Master’s battles can sometimes shatter an entire Sacred Realm.”
The Palace Masters murmured among themselves.
Ancestor Tianyu chuckled and shook his head. “This battle was brief, so the damage to the Sacred Realm isn’t too severe. Had it lasted longer, the destruction could have spanned trillions of miles, inflicting far greater harm. Most importantly, the Sacred Master wasn’t truly enraged this time, and the battle erupted suddenly—he wasn’t fully prepared.”
“Sudden battle?”
“Ancestor, what triggered the fight?”
“And what was that black light above Voidsky Palace?” The Palace Masters were puzzled—none knew the cause of the battle!
The Swordmaster’s eruption had been too abrupt.
The Sacred Master had no preparation—forging a treasure from origin power took time. Moreover, his reaction this time seemed relatively calm, not the usual madness.
“The Swordmaster’s breakthrough has elevated his strength to rival the Blade Emperor and the Ancestral Witch,” Ancestor Tianyu said cheerfully, not hiding the news since it would spread soon regardless.
—
The news indeed spread swiftly, shaking the entire Chaos Void. Cultivators in seclusion across the realms marveled at the Swordmaster’s newfound might.
In the following days…
Voidsky Palace remained cautious. The three Sacred Realms prepared—if the Sacred Master went berserk and the Ancient Sacred Sect waged war, they would respond in kind.
Yet, all remained peaceful.
After hundreds of millions of years, Ancestor Tianyu lifted the prohibition on Dongbo Xueying and the other Palace Masters. Dongbo Xueying resumed his travels, continuing his hunt for the ‘Annihilation Fiends.’
—
“Boom—”
In the Chaos Void, two figures clashed, their battle solidifying the surrounding void. Each collision twisted the frozen space.
“General Megu, your mastery over the void is indeed impressive. Admirable. But defeating me? Not quite,” a green-robed man said with a laugh.
“Then withstand this final strike. If you endure it easily, I’ll concede,” a golden-robed man with triangular eyes sneered.
A blade-like gleam, thin as a cicada’s wing, sliced through the frozen void as if it were tofu—and through the distant man as well.
The man’s body split in two, then rapidly merged back—though the wounds healed with visible difficulty.
“What?” The green-robed man was shocked.
“Well?” The golden-robed man smirked triumphantly. “As agreed—no Shadowless talent, just direct combat. My strength now qualifies as peak Eighth Layer, doesn’t it?”
“It does.”
From another direction, four figures flew over.
“General Megu is formidable indeed. Less than a trillion years since leaving the Labyrinth Corridor for the cultivators’ world, and already at peak Eighth Layer.”
“That final move was truly devastating.”
The other four praised him.
General Megu’s triangular eyes gleamed with greed. “The Kings have decreed that once I reach peak Eighth Layer, I’m permitted to strike once more—to devour another Chaos Realm cultivator.”
“Rest assured, General Megu. We’ll arrange everything,” his five subordinates pledged.
“A Chaos Realm titan, and all the cultivators under his dominion—I’ll devour them all.” General Megu trembled slightly, his anticipation and hunger overwhelming.
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