Chapter 983: The Assassination by the Myriad Worlds Pavilion Master

Dongbo Xueying’s rule domain was constructed based on illusions. As the strongest illusion master in the chaotic void, his rule domain could silently infiltrate with extreme subtlety! Wherever Dongbo Xueying stood, an invisible rule domain would cover a radius of a hundred thousand miles around him, as if overlaying the real world with a layer of illusion.

“Whoosh—” The moment the enemy erupted, Dongbo Xueying’s rule domain also exploded into action.

Within the hundred-thousand-mile radius, the surroundings immediately became a kaleidoscope of distorted, layered worlds. Dongbo Xueying seemed to stand at the deepest point of countless overlapping realms.

The once tranquil wilderness on the ground twisted and transformed into an old man. The beasts galloping in the distance also distorted, morphing into the same old man. Even the short trees in the wilderness twisted and reshaped into the old man. The earth beneath bulged, forming yet another old man. One after another, a thousand identical old men appeared simultaneously, charging into the rule domain.

They all looked exactly the same, their bodies seemingly nonexistent.

“Pavilion Master of the Longshan Pavilion!” Dongbo Xueying was shocked.

“To think I was discovered.” The Pavilion Master was also surprised. His master’s lineage leaned toward physical cultivation, allowing him countless avatars, but his mastery of the void was weaker, not reaching the ‘ultimate void state.’ Had he achieved that, like the formless Destruction Demons, he could have infiltrated right beside Dongbo Xueying undetected.

Gains come with losses.

Choosing the path of countless avatars made him fearless even in the face of the great annihilation of the chaotic void. He didn’t flinch before terrifying beings like the Sacred Master.

But his combat power was slightly weaker. His junior brother, ‘Mountain Master Chi Mei,’ had chosen a path with far greater battle prowess—though the latter was only at the Chaos Realm.

“Boom!”

The moment Dongbo Xueying discovered the threat, a massive fiery-red divine bird, the Scarlet Nightmare, appeared behind him. With a flap of its wings, crimson currents spread, layering illusions in all directions, assailing every avatar of the Pavilion Master.

“Though there are a thousand avatars, each seems weaker than me?” Dongbo Xueying mused silently. Indeed, if each avatar had the strength of a normal Cosmic God, the Pavilion Master would have been invincible long ago. In truth, the Pavilion Master was never famed for his combat power—even the Ancestral Gods and Witch Ancestors surpassed him.

Though his illusions were formidable, the Pavilion Master could still resist them effortlessly, albeit with some mental effort.

“Kill.” The thousand old men invaded the hundred-thousand-mile radius from different positions, then suddenly twisted and blurred.

A colossal, sky-obscuring old man’s head emerged, spanning millions of miles and enveloping Dongbo Xueying’s illusion domain. With a single gape, endless darkness descended, swallowing Dongbo Xueying whole.

“Swish—swish—swish—”

Giant black flower buds bloomed one after another.

Having absorbed the energies of several slain Destruction Demons, Dongbo Xueying’s soul had grown slightly stronger. While maintaining the Scarlet Nightmare’s Tenth Transformation, he could also manifest eight nine-petaled flowers.

Each flower encased another, with the innermost layer shielding the white-robed Dongbo Xueying. Simultaneously, he activated two treasures on his person. The Twelve Yuan Pearl Bracelet unleashed a hazy, layered barrier around his body, while his white robes radiated golden light, and a blue aura enveloped him.

The Pavilion Master’s massive head devoured everything within a million-mile radius, plunging Dongbo Xueying into darkness. Yet, he remained utterly calm.

Protected by both treasures and with his rule domain fully unleashed, illusions shrouded him, and eight flower buds shielded him layer by layer.

“Sizzle—sizzle—” Strands of white light pierced through the darkness. However, the nine-petaled flowers protecting Dongbo Xueying were hidden within illusory worlds. The white light forcibly penetrated, traversing countless layered worlds, losing thirty percent of its power before striking the petals. True to his reputation as the leader of the chaotic void’s greatest assassin organization, the petals—though resilient—were no match for the Pavilion Master’s killing move. Even Mountain Master Chi Mei could slice through them, let alone the Pavilion Master’s full assault.

The white light tore through the illusory barriers and swiftly pierced the petals, causing the flowers to crumble. Yet, as they collapsed, new nine-petaled flowers continuously bloomed around Dongbo Xueying. The white light was too fast—in the blink of an eye, it had pierced eleven layers (three of which were newly formed).

“Hum.” Dongbo Xueying stood composed, the twelve hazy barriers around him proving incredibly tough. Under the assault of the white light, only the outermost two layers were breached before the light dissipated entirely.

“Is this all you’ve got?” Dongbo Xueying gazed into the endless darkness.

Though the exchange seemed prolonged, for Cosmic Gods, it lasted but an instant.

Since the initial killing move failed to eliminate him, Dongbo Xueying now had ample time to activate his ultra-long-range teleportation and escape. Thus, he relaxed further.

“The life-preserving treasures from the Witch Ancestors are truly extraordinary,” Dongbo Xueying thought to himself.

The Witch Ancestors had assured him:

Only the Sacred Master could instantly breach the Twelve Yuan Pearl Bracelet’s protection!

As for the Pavilion Master? Dongbo Xueying believed he could survive this assault even without the treasures. Still, confidence aside, he wasn’t foolish enough to forgo using them.

“Whoosh.” From the boundless darkness, an old man materialized—the Pavilion Master himself.

“Is this a new treasure forged by the Witch Ancestors for you?” The Pavilion Master eyed the twelve hazy barriers around Dongbo Xueying. After penetrating the illusory worlds and nine-petaled flowers, his killing move retained only sixty percent of its power. Sensing the barriers’ resilience, he knew breaking through would take time—time he didn’t have. This assassination attempt had been meticulously prepared, requiring buildup. Now that it failed, Dongbo Xueying could simply teleport away.

Thus… the Pavilion Master acknowledged defeat.

“Correct,” Dongbo Xueying nodded.

“The Witch Ancestors value you greatly,” the Pavilion Master remarked. “Tell me, where did you learn your Voidbreaker Teleportation?”

“An innate gift of the Ancient Cultivators,” Dongbo Xueying replied.

“Impossible.” The Pavilion Master shook his head. “The Supreme Rules would never bestow such an ability.”

“Oh? Is that so? Have you mastered the Supreme Rules to be so certain?” Dongbo Xueying countered.

The Pavilion Master paused.

Master the Supreme Rules?

Not even he—nor his master, the founder of their lineage—had achieved such a feat. The Supreme Rules were beyond reach.

“Perhaps Dongbo Xueying has a point. Without mastering the Supreme Rules, even my master’s deductions might not be infallible? Could the Voidbreaker Teleportation truly be an Ancient Cultivator’s gift?” the Pavilion Master pondered. “Yet, at my master’s level, the margin for error is vanishingly small.”

Previously, he had suspected Dongbo Xueying stole their lineage’s foundational techniques or learned from the Ninecloud Emperor. Now, he conceded a slim possibility—it might indeed be an innate ability.

The Supreme Rules remained inscrutable.

“I’ve now experienced the Pavilion Master’s assassination arts firsthand,” Dongbo Xueying smiled. The void beside him twisted, and with a single step, he vanished.

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In the wilderness.

Mountain Master Chi Mei watched the distant commotion from afar. As silence returned, an old man appeared beside him.

“Senior Brother,” Mountain Master Chi Mei addressed the old man.

“It failed,” the old man sighed.

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