In the chaotic void, an immensely vast landmass stretched out, once teeming with countless nations, cities, and innumerable living beings. Now, it lay desolate and lifeless.
“Whoosh.”
From the twisted void emerged a young man clad in thick white robes—Dongbo Xueying.
“The entire Lumeng Continent… wiped out?” Dongbo Xueying descended into a ruined city, finding not a single trace of life.
Step by step, he traversed the land, his body flickering through space—cities, wastelands, deserts, villages, icy plains… His expression remained calm, but his gaze grew colder with each passing moment. Over the long ages, he had roamed the cosmos, relentlessly hunting the Destruction Fiends, witnessing many places devoured and obliterated.
But never before had he encountered devastation on the scale of the *Lumeng Continent*.
The Lumeng Continent was colossal, dwarfing even universes in size. It had been the domain of the Chaos Realm sovereign, *Lumeng Patriarch*, and had once thrived with countless lives.
“Are the Destruction Fiends truly born of the Supreme Laws?” Dongbo Xueying raised his eyes to the boundless void. “If the goal is to annihilate all life and return to chaos, why not simply erase everything? Why spawn these fiends to slaughter one place after another?”
Perhaps, to the indifferent Supreme Laws, it was merely the cold execution of cosmic order, devoid of mercy. But Dongbo Xueying was a cultivator. Witnessing such atrocities, he could only feel a searing fury burning within him.
Even in the most chaotic realms, like the *Eternal Sacred Realm*, there were still factions—sorcerers, devourers, ancient cultivators—each holding territories under the watch of powerful figures. Wanton destruction was not so easily accomplished. The weaker fiends there caused limited havoc.
But the Destruction Fiends that infiltrated were often at the peak of the Eighth or even Ninth Layer—supreme among Chaos Realm beings. Their threat was immense.
“I *will* exterminate you all,” Dongbo Xueying murmured, his eyes darkening with killing intent.
*Whoosh.*
He continued his journey, scouring every corner.
No place was too remote—even desolate lands where only one or two reclusive cultivators dwelled were subjected to his illusionary screening. The chaotic void was unfathomably vast; even a trillion years of searching would barely scratch the surface. Yet Dongbo Xueying pressed on, undeterred.
“And the Golden Armor Nests… I must find them too.”
Within the *Labyrinth Corridor*, his two avatars were already on the hunt.
Since leaving the Void Fortress, he had discovered two Golden Armor Nests. But the deeper he searched, the rarer they became.
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Elsewhere in the chaotic void, atop a floating crimson boulder—a remnant of the shattered *Primordial Sacred Realm*, spanning mere thousands of miles—stood a hidden cave abode.
Inside resided *General Mogu* and his five lieutenants.
“Hahaha…” General Mogu swayed excitedly, his voice thick with exhilaration. “Such ecstasy! Glorious, absolutely glorious!”
“The higher-ups among the cultivators must be fuming by now. But the void is endless—finding us? Impossible! I refuse to believe in such coincidences.”
“This time, we all feasted well. A rare indulgence.”
“General Mogu seems to have regained his composure now.”
His five subordinates chuckled.
Mogu had devoured the Lumeng Patriarch and nearly all life on the continent. His lieutenants had consumed the scraps—yet even those meager remnants were a feast to them. The sheer scale of the slaughter had driven Mogu into a frenzy initially.
“This sensation… divine. When will I feast like this again?” Mogu’s eyes gleamed with hunger.
“General, the Kings have decreed—your next grand feast must wait until you reach the Ninth Layer,” his subordinates reminded him.
*Tempt fate too often, and disaster strikes.*
Chaos Realm sovereigns were few in number.
If they struck too frequently, the Cosmic Deities would grow vigilant, tightening their defenses. Only Mogu, due to his unique status, was permitted to target such beings—ordinary Golden Armor Fiends lacked the privilege.
“The Ninth Layer?” Mogu sighed. “That’s… nearly impossible.”
Among Golden Armor Fiends, the weakest were Seventh Layer, the Eighth Layer rare. The Ninth?
Whether cultivator or fiend, ascending to the Ninth Layer was a monumental feat. Mogu doubted he could achieve it even with tenfold the time.
“Such are the Kings’ orders.”
Mogu had no choice but to obey. Destruction Fiends were born for battle and slaughter. The lesser Gray Armor Fiends obeyed the Blood Armor Fiends, who in turn bowed to the Golden Armor Fiends. And none dared defy the *Kings*—this hierarchy was etched into their very blood and souls.
*Whoosh.*
Mogu exhaled, and a torrent of objects spilled forth—weapons, storage treasures, ancient tomes—piling into a small mountain in the courtyard.
“These are the indigestibles,” Mogu said. “Sort through them. Focus on cultivation manuals—anything valuable.”
“Understood.”
“On it.”
His five subordinates sprang into action.
For Destruction Fiends, two things in the cultivators’ world held allure: slaughter and feasting (an instinctual craving), and cultivation manuals. They sought wisdom from these texts to evolve, each Golden Armor Fiend yearning to break free from primal urges and ascend as a *King*.
Yet acquiring such knowledge was no easy task.
The most precious manuals were hoarded in sacred strongholds like *Taichu Temple* or *Blade Emperor City*. Lesser ones were guarded by Chaos Realm sovereigns. The weakest, held by Unity Realm cultivators, were barely worth noting.
Though powerful, the fiends rarely dared strike Chaos Realm figures, making manual collection difficult. The Lumeng Patriarch’s hoard was thus a rare windfall.
*Clink. Clatter.*
Items were swiftly categorized.
Mogu and his lieutenants pored over the treasures, emptying storage artifacts until the courtyard overflowed.
“Excellent! A fire-type ancient cultivation manual—perfect for me!” One fiend clutched a tome, devouring its contents with glee. Though unable to practice the techniques, the insights within were invaluable.
Manuals surfaced one after another—mostly mundane, yet to fiends who relied on instinct, these structured teachings were revelations.
*Clang.*
Weapons and trinkets were tossed aside without a second glance.
“Hmm?” Mogu, holding eight books, suddenly stiffened. His gaze snapped to the edge of the item-mountain, where he had just discarded a pile.
“Something’s off.” He strode over and reached into empty air—yet his hand closed around an unseen object.
“What is it?” The others turned.
“Strange…” Mogu frowned, staring at his empty grip. “Invisible. Undetectable. Yet it’s here, in my hand. The sound of something hitting it earlier tipped me off.”
Though they dismissed most loot, Golden Armor Fiends possessed keen senses. The faintest anomaly had caught Mogu’s attention.
“Unseen, unfelt… but tangible.” Mogu ran his fingers over the object. “Feels like a plaque.”
“Let me see.” His subordinates crowded around, curiosity piqued.
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