Creating the unprecedented tenth transformation of the Scarlet Nightmare, Dongbo Xueying was exhilarated and overjoyed. Yet deep down, he understood that an even greater challenge lay ahead—becoming a Cosmic God. This was the ultimate realm of cultivation, the final grand breakthrough. As for the so-called first, second, and third levels of Cosmic Gods, they were merely subdivisions within the grand realm itself.
“Having created the third form of the Flower of Destruction and the tenth transformation of the Scarlet Nightmare—two supreme ninth-tier techniques—I believe I have a real chance of breaking through to become a Cosmic God,” Dongbo Xueying grew increasingly confident. Other ninth-tier Chaos Realm overlords typically mastered only one such technique, yet he now wielded two.
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Whoosh. Whoosh.
Dongbo Xueying continued traversing the vast expanse of the Chaos Void. Though he was relatively young among the Chaos Realm overlords, his knowledge of the Chaos Void and the number of mysterious, hidden places he had visited likely placed him at the forefront. This relentless exploration had also yielded rare materials, though at his level, such things hardly concerned him anymore.
“Nothing here either,” Dongbo Xueying murmured, standing on a desolate patch of land in the Chaos Void, clad in pristine white robes. Once again, he peered through the aperture of the Black Mist Sphere.
His gaze swept across traces of life in various locations—
Chaos lands…
Cosmic worlds…
Secluded abodes…
“Hmm?” In an instant, Dongbo Xueying observed over a thousand places, but his expression suddenly darkened.
In his vision—
A fiery red boulder floated in the void, concealing a hidden abode. Inside, six cultivators resided, seemingly only at the Unity Realm.
Within one of the halls, a man with triangular eyes lounged on a throne, casually flipping through ancient manuals. With a flick of his hand, the hall filled with over a thousand figures—weak cultivators, mostly at the Deity and World God levels, with only two at the True God level.
“Demons!” The displaced cultivators erupted in fury, but an invisible force suppressed them, rendering resistance impossible.
“You’re nothing but food. Don’t bother struggling,” the triangular-eyed man sneered, his cruel gaze sweeping over them.
Whoosh.
Dongbo Xueying’s face hardened. “Another vile demon? A devourer?”
He didn’t immediately assume this was a Destruction Demon. Over the eons, he had hunted countless fiends, slaughtering innumerable “demons.” His first thought was simply that he’d encountered another wicked cultivator. Those who wantonly consumed humans? He showed no mercy.
Without hesitation, Dongbo Xueying teleported across vast distances, closing in before blinking directly to the scene.
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Inside the hall on the fiery boulder, General Mogo sat upon his throne, relishing the despair and curses of the thousand weak cultivators below.
“Demons!”
“Fiends!”
Their hatred was boundless. Captured and imprisoned, they had been “farmed” in waves, each group dragged out to meet an unknown, terrible fate.
“Hahaha! Yes, I am a fiend, a demon!” General Mogo laughed, then opened his maw—a devouring force enveloping the thousand cultivators.
But in that instant—
A white-robed figure materialized above the fiery boulder.
“Humph.” A cold snort.
And the illusion descended.
Boundless and vast, this ninth-tier technique—reaching Cosmic God-level profundity—was not only immeasurably expansive but terrifyingly potent.
Within the abode, six Destruction Demons, including General Mogo, were present.
As the illusion took hold, Mogo—mid-feast—succumbed instantly, his consciousness utterly overwhelmed. Even if he had activated his Shadowless talent, he would’ve fallen prey regardless, for his greatest weakness… was his soul.
The illusion targeted the soul directly. His will was far too weak to resist.
Had Mogo possessed formidable willpower, the situation would’ve been far more dangerous. In terms of soul-based techniques, Dongbo Xueying was arguably the foremost among cultivators, rivaled only by the Heart Image Sect Master.
Cosmic Gods? Figures like Ancestor Tianyu, the Sword Lord, the Blade Emperor, the Radiant Sovereign, the Realm Ancestor, the Sacred Master, and the Matriarch—none specialized in soul attacks. Even the Witch Ancestor, though versed in some soul techniques, hadn’t ascended to Cosmic Godhood through them. Every supreme expert had their own path.
Dongbo Xueying’s was the Path of the Illusory Realm, elevated to the ninth tier—its profundity now bordering on Cosmic God-level.
Among cultivators, no one had ever achieved Cosmic Godhood through soul techniques. Thus, in this domain, Dongbo Xueying stood unrivaled.
The Destruction Demons, bred in their nests with innate might, paled in mental fortitude compared to cultivators.
So—
One by one, the five other Destruction Demons in the abode collapsed, their eyes glazed, bodies limp. Only one staggered but roared in fury: “Dongbo Xueying!”
Five, including General Mogo, lay unconscious, trapped in the illusion. Only one remained lucid.
This squad consisted of two ninth-tier demons and the rest at the peak of the eighth tier.
Even among ninth-tier cultivators, none would’ve fallen so utterly helpless. At most, they’d be hindered, their power diminished. But for Destruction Demons, only one could resist.
As they collapsed—
Their concealment arts failed, unleashing their unrestrained aura of destruction. The moment it spilled forth, the supreme rules of the universe rejected it.
“Destruction Demons!” Dongbo Xueying’s heart raced.
It had been too long.
Over a trillion years without a single lead. Though he had scoured high-probability zones based on intelligence, his hunt had stretched endlessly. He had slain so many “demons” that he’d begun to doubt he’d ever find his true prey.
And now—
A monumental surprise.
Six Destruction Demons. An unprecedented haul.
After eons of hardship, fortune had finally smiled upon him.
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