The Ancestor of the Boundary was inwardly startled, for he knew his master’s temperament all too well. Even when first imparting the legacies of the Black Emperor to him, his master had been extremely casual. It was only through years of companionship that their bond deepened.
“Master has always been carefree by nature. Even when the Devouring lineage I spread openly gave rise to countless fiends, he didn’t care. Even when choosing disciples, he usually just bestowed opportunities and legacies casually. But this time, he’s being so cautious—even insisting on multiple trials?” The Ancestor of the Boundary was secretly amazed. The more cautious his master was, the more it showed how highly he regarded Dongbo Xueying.
The thin, small elder watched from afar. “Little fiend, this Dongbo Xueying is truly unique. I’ve encountered many young talents and taken in quite a few disciples. My legacies have spread far and wide… but as you know, my true expertise lies in the physical body. Those who share a connection with me are usually formidable in that regard. Yet he is the first—his attainments in the soul are extraordinary, even surpassing mine in illusions. I won’t be able to help him much. Even if I take him as a disciple, I can only grant him some opportunities and let him forge his own path.”
The Ancestor of the Boundary felt a stirring in his heart.
Opportunities…
True, great opportunities—his second junior brother, the Black Emperor, and his youngest junior brother had never received them. Only he, the Ancestor of the Boundary, with his supreme potential, had ever been truly nurtured by their master.
Now, his master was preparing “some” opportunities for Dongbo Xueying. Clearly, he had more than one in mind. Of course, since it was mainly in the realm of illusions, his master couldn’t guide Dongbo Xueying directly—only provide him with opportunities.
“If he achieves something, perhaps this master of his might one day seek his guidance,” the thin elder mused with a wry smile. “I’ve been stuck at this stage, and I have a vague sense that it’s due to a deficiency in my soul. Though I created the ‘Dream Cultivation Method,’ allowing me to train endlessly without fatigue, pushing my limits in deduction and refinement… I still can’t break through.”
“Little fiend.”
The thin elder looked at the Ancestor of the Boundary, his gaze complex. “Many young ones have shared a connection with me, yet one by one, they’ve all returned to nothingness. The Destruction Fiends born of this Chaos Void grow ever stronger, and the Chaos Void itself continues to expand… Though we still have time, the Great Destruction will come eventually, reducing all to nothing. Train well, take one more step forward—only then can you endure the Great Destruction.”
“This disciple will spare no effort,” the Ancestor of the Boundary said solemnly.
“At your current level, all external forces are illusory. In the end, it depends on yourself.” The thin elder shook his head, then vanished.
The Ancestor of the Boundary stood silently for a moment before stepping away.
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**Sevenstar Sea Sacred Realm.**
A sprawling city spanning hundreds of thousands of miles—Qinglei City—stood in a relatively remote region. Yet its master was a powerhouse at the fourth level of the Star Tower, formidable enough to dominate the area. Countless cultivators flocked to the city, making it a bustling hub.
In an elegant private room of an extravagant restaurant, the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord reclined lazily. Before him, a long table was laden with delicacies and fine wine. Four graceful maidens attended to him—one massaging his shoulders, another feeding him wine, another peeling fruit. Musicians and dancers performed at the front, all striving to serve this mysterious expert with utmost care.
Because…
In the earliest days, two massacres had instilled deep fear of the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord among the highest echelons of Qinglei City.
“Becoming a Cosmic God is far too difficult,” the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord muttered, his crimson brows exuding a fierce aura.
Occasionally, he would wander the world in search of breakthroughs.
With his vast treasures, even Cosmic Gods were reluctant to provoke this unkillable fiend. His life was comfortable—yet being stuck at the Chaos Realm’s limit gnawed at him.
“Hmph, the Destruction Fiends will only multiply. When that happens, the Witch Ancestor and the others will have no choice but to beg me to hunt down the Golden Armor Nests,” the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord mused. “This will be my chance to extort them for a fortune in Source World Stones. If I consume most of them, the boost to my soul should be immense. Perhaps then I’ll finally ascend to Cosmic God.”
Suddenly—
The Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord’s head snapped up. His gaze pierced through the restaurant’s roof, locking onto a white-robed youth who had teleported above the city. The youth immediately unleashed a vast illusion—swift and abrupt.
**Boom—**
The illusion was immense and unfathomable. In an instant, every living being in the city fell under its sway—the attendants, musicians, and dancers all succumbed. The illusion naturally enveloped the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord as well.
“What—?” His expression flickered.
A terrifying illusion assaulted his mind.
The world before him twisted, a monstrous force dragging his soul toward another illusory realm. Once submerged, his life and death would be at another’s mercy.
“Hmph!” Gritting his teeth, the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord’s will sharpened like a blade, forcibly resisting the illusion. Yet doing so consumed seventy percent of his focus.
“Hm?” Dongbo Xueying, who was tracking Destruction Fiends, immediately noticed the sole figure who had resisted his illusion. Recognizing the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord, he began to transmit an apology.
“Lord Crimson-Browed, my apologies. I was—”
“Dongbo Xueying!”
A furious roar erupted.
**Boom!**
The restaurant and everything within a hundred thousand miles exploded into ruin—the range of the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord’s law domain.
Amidst the devastation, the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord stood mid-air, his crimson brows furrowed as he glared at Dongbo Xueying in the distance. “You dare attack me so brazenly?”
Dongbo Xueying’s expression darkened, his face like frost. He surveyed the hundred-thousand-mile radius—countless lives extinguished in an instant.
“Lord Crimson-Browed, was that not excessively cruel?” Dongbo Xueying said coldly.
“I was drinking here, and you suddenly unleashed an illusion?” the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord snarled.
Dongbo Xueying replied evenly, “By the orders of the Cosmic Gods, I hunt Destruction Fiends across the Chaos Void. To prevent them from sensing my presence and fleeing, I cast illusions immediately upon arrival. Given your strength, you resisted effortlessly. There was no harm done to you—why vent your rage on countless innocent cultivators?”
“I kill as I please. What, does that anger you?” The Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord sneered. “Let the Ancestor Skyfool and the Sword Master come find me!”
Dongbo Xueying’s fury grew.
He had always despised the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord.
Despite his power, the man demanded exorbitant sums of Source World Stones before lifting a finger against the Destruction Fiends—creatures whose ultimate goal was the annihilation of all existence. By all rights, every cultivator should fight them without hesitation.
Though Dongbo Xueying’s cultivation years were short, over ninety-nine percent of his time had been spent hunting Destruction Fiends across the realms. Even when his illusions inadvertently affected other cultivators, none—not even Cosmic Gods—took offense, understanding his purpose.
But this Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord…
Dongbo Xueying had barely begun his explanation when the man erupted in fury, slaughtering a hundred thousand lives over a minor grievance.
Such brutality.
By any measure, this was the act of a fiend—one Dongbo Xueying would gladly execute if he could.
But he couldn’t.
Not even the Cosmic Gods could.
The lineage of the Myriad Realms Tower Master had only two true successors: the Tower Master himself and the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord. The latter’s true body was unfindable. Against such an unkillable foe, Dongbo Xueying was powerless.
“To offend me and not even offer compensation,” the Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord scoffed, his killing intent thickening.
“Lord Crimson-Browed, I acted unknowingly. I apologize.” Dongbo Xueying suppressed his rage. Though he loathed the man, provoking an unkillable madman was pointless.
“An apology is all?” The Crimson-Browed Mountain Lord’s lips curled. “Hand over ten thousand Source World Stones as recompense, and this matter ends. Otherwise… heh.”
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