“Prisoners?” Dongbo Xueying murmured, utterly shocked. He knew that the Sacred Realm was teeming with born Primordial Chaos creatures, but he never imagined there would even be ‘High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures’ among them!
Breaking free from the shackles and ascending to Primordial Chaos.
It was akin to a two-dimensional lifeform stepping into a three-dimensional world—a fundamental leap in the essence of life. Yet, even within the three-dimensional world, there were vast differences in strength. Just as an ant on the ground and a dragon in the sky, though both exist in the same dimension, are separated by an immeasurable gulf in power.
The same principle applied here.
The most common, ordinary born Primordial Chaos creatures were absurdly numerous and the lowest in rank. Their strength was so feeble that even the top-tier dominators among those who hadn’t yet broken free from their shackles—like Dongbo Xueying and his peers—could contend with them, even slay them!
But the Semi-Primordial Chaos lifeforms were their bottleneck. Only by surpassing this barrier could one truly be called a Primordial Chaos powerhouse.
‘Primordial Chaos powerhouses’—among born Primordial Chaos creatures, only the ‘High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures’ could be considered as such.
“Yes, prisoners.”
The massive rock giant ‘Chimo’ beside him nodded with a grin. “In this Sacred Realm, those born Primordial Chaos creatures are divided into tribes. Each tribe ranges from a few thousand to hundreds of thousands in number! The larger tribes are led by a chieftain—all of whom are High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures. At their full strength, a mere breath from them could reduce us to dust. Fortunately, in this Sacred Realm, all ‘High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures’ are imprisoned, bound by chains!”
Dongbo Xueying nodded.
This Sacred Realm was likely created by ‘Meta’ and other supreme beings.
Places like the Reception Hall were clearly designed to summon cultivators from countless worlds.
“Don’t worry,” the Eagle-Snake Deity chimed in. “The High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures are all bound by chains. Though they can forcibly leave their lairs, the farther they stray, the stronger the punitive force of the chains becomes, weakening their power. If they dare approach Chiyun City, their strength would be so diminished that any cultivator could slay them with ease.”
Dongbo Xueying nodded again.
The intelligence reports were clear.
Those imprisoned Primordial Chaos powerhouses were strongest in their lairs. The farther they ventured, the harsher the punishment, and the weaker they became.
“Except for one exception,” Lei Xiao whispered.
“Indeed, one exception,” the Eagle-Snake Deity, Chimo, and the old man ‘Fuan’ all said gravely.
Dongbo Xueying knew exactly what they meant.
Lei Xiao’s intelligence had laid it out plainly. In this Sacred Realm, the imprisoned Primordial Chaos powerhouses were all said to be ‘High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures’! But just as ordinary Primordial Chaos creatures ranged from weak (comparable to early-stage Divine Emperors) to strong (Divine Emperor perfection-level), the High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures also had one supreme being—the ruler of the forbidden land, ‘Abyssal Sea.’
The Abyssal Sea occupied one-tenth of the Sacred Realm.
Within its depths was imprisoned a being said to have reached the pinnacle of High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures. Its colossal form spanned nearly half the Abyssal Sea. If it were to leave, the chains’ punitive forces would intensify drastically, forcing its power to wane and its body to shrink.
Yet even so, if it marched to the gates of Chiyun City, it was uncertain whether all the city’s strongest combined could withstand it.
“The Lord of the Abyssal Sea is peerless in strength,” the old man ‘Fuan’ muttered, taking a swig from his flask. “If it chooses to emerge, its power would weaken as it approaches our city, giving us a fighting chance. But if we dare venture into the Abyssal Sea… even if every cultivator in the Sacred Realm united, it could likely crush us with a single slap.”
Dongbo Xueying nodded. The creature’s size, spanning most of the Abyssal Sea, meant a single slap could cover billions of miles—and that was under the world’s suppression.
“A crisis, but also a great opportunity,” the Eagle-Snake Deity remarked. “The corpse of any High-Level Primordial Chaos Creature is of unimaginable value. Enough to drive those who cultivate bloodline power—or even the ‘Witches’—to madness. If the Lord of the Abyssal Sea were slain, the one who contributed most would receive a direct boon from one of the supreme lords who created this world.”
Dongbo Xueying had read this in the intelligence reports—it was common knowledge in the Sacred Realm.
The Lord of the Abyssal Sea represented both the greatest peril and the greatest reward.
Each time it perished, the one who contributed most would receive a boon. For bloodline cultivators, this almost guaranteed ascension to Primordial Chaos.
For those who walked the path of enlightenment, the boon would be an unprecedented opportunity—though success was less certain. Legends said that enlightened ones who broke through would immediately rank among the elite of Primordial Chaos powerhouses, but the difficulty was immense.
“Prisoners?” Dongbo Xueying murmured again.
“It seems even the lofty Primordial Chaos powerhouses are not at peace with one another. These High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures are imprisoned here as whetstones for us cultivators,” he mused. Each prisoner was a High-Level Primordial Chaos Creature, and the Lord of the Abyssal Sea stood at the very peak—yet this was their fate.
“Then again, even Meta has been wounded before,” Dongbo Xueying thought.
The corpses of two slain Primordial Chaos Creatures had formed the Broken Tooth Mountain Range. One of them, a serpent, was as long as an entire Source World.
Meta, Lord Luo, and others nurtured cultivators like him, hoping to raise new Primordial Chaos powerhouses.
“In my homeland and the Heart Realm Continent, neither Meta nor Lord Luo ever taught us how to cultivate using Primordial Chaos bloodlines. It seems they never intended for us to walk that path,” Dongbo Xueying realized. In this Sacred Realm, the ‘Witches’ grew powerful by absorbing Primordial Chaos bloodlines, but even if they broke through, they’d only reach the level of High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures.
Meta and his peers likely disdained such a path.
The breakthrough of an enlightened one—that was what they truly desired.
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As Dongbo Xueying conversed with the four powerhouses, he learned more about the Sacred Realm, which gathered elites from countless worlds. Each had their own intelligence on ‘Primordial Chaos powerhouses.’ The deputy city lord, ‘Wu Xiao,’ was the strongest descendant of a Primordial Chaos powerhouse. With so many gathered, the Sacred Realm’s cultivators had amassed extensive knowledge on the subject.
Through their discussions, Dongbo Xueying gained deeper insights.
He learned that Primordial Chaos creatures were divided into four tiers.
The Low-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures were the weakest—mere ants among their kind.
The High-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures formed the second tier. Bloodline cultivators who broke through reached this level, marking a qualitative leap. They could annihilate millions of Low-Level Primordial Chaos Creatures with ease.
World-Class Primordial Chaos Creatures were the third tier. Enlightened ones who controlled a Source World belonged here—a formidable rank. Especially for enlightened ones! Within their own Source World, they wielded its power flawlessly, rendering them invincible. Most enlightened ones who broke through—such as by refining a Source World’s essence—reached this tier.
Lords were the legendary highest tier.
They were said to protect vast territories, their ‘domains.’ Legends in the Sacred Realm claimed that enlightened ones who ‘broke through by force’ could ascend to this rank. They grasped the essence of the highest power, wielding unimaginable might with every action.
“I’ve heard Lord Luo broke through by force,” Dongbo Xueying thought. Tales of Lord Luo circulated even in the Heart Realm Continent and the Sacred Realm.
“To think Lord Luo is a Lord-Class existence—the highest tier.”
Dongbo Xueying was awed.
In his homeland’s Source World, Lord Luo was low-key and transcendent. Many disciples who joined the Star City never even received his guidance.
Now, it made sense. Even if Lord Luo’s presence there was just an avatar, beings of his stature rarely took disciples. That he and the Swordmaster had been granted any opportunity at all was a rarity.
“Yet even Lord Luo couldn’t prevent the destruction of a Source World. His avatar’s power was also suppressed within it,” Dongbo Xueying mused. “No wonder they say an enlightened one who controls a Source World is invincible within it.”
But Dongbo Xueying was mistaken.
How could Lord Luo be inferior to an unclaimed Source World? The truth was, his power was so immense that a full manifestation would shatter the world entirely.
Only a Source World with a master—its power perfectly unified under their command—could withstand the presence of a Lord.
But Dongbo Xueying, still unascended, could only infer from the fragments of intelligence he possessed.
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