“Break through!!!” The burly man in the green robe struggled in despair. He even had a vague premonition—after roaming the vast expanse of time until now, he might just meet his end tonight.
The full-force strike of the green-robed man was no small matter, even carrying a defensive effect. As his curved blade slashed furiously, invisible blade-light shielded his entire body, attempting to break free from the exploding black-dot world.
But Dongbo Xueying’s move—
Was an explosion compressed from the void to its extreme, an all-encompassing blast. The green-robed man’s invisible blade-light couldn’t withstand it, and his curved blade could only block a fraction of the force. His flesh began to shatter under the explosion.
**Boom.**
“I made it out!”
Accompanied by the blood-stained curved blade, fragments of flesh burst forth, twisting and writhing as they sought to reform into a human shape.
Yet Dongbo Xueying coldly thrust his spear once more—the same merciless technique. In truth, he used this move because it was the most powerful attack he had devised under the constraints of this world. Many of his profound abilities were unusable, suppressed by the world’s resistance. For now, he had only managed to deduce a few combat techniques—
Powerful strikes, escape methods, counters against group assaults…
After roughly outlining these, he had focused primarily on refining his **Hunyuan Body Tempering**. After all, the stronger his body, the greater the power he could unleash.
**Bang.**
Under the second spear thrust, the green-robed man was utterly annihilated.
Though he was a **Mid-Level Divine Monarch**, surpassing even **Old Ninth** in direct combat, his survivability was inferior. Against Dongbo Xueying’s terrifying spearplay, he had no choice but to endure the blows head-on—far less resilient than **Old Ninth**.
“One left.” Dongbo Xueying glanced beyond the courtyard.
The red-robed woman had already fled.
“Can you escape?”
Dongbo Xueying instantly transformed into a thin streak of light, darting out of his courtyard in pursuit.
—
In this world, Dongbo Xueying had yet to encounter anyone capable of **teleportation**—nor had he deciphered it himself. But this had one advantage: enemies found it nearly impossible to flee.
Though the red-robed woman, ranked **Fifth**, had been the farthest away—busy deploying poisonous mist and insects—she was also the first to sense danger and escape. Yet Dongbo Xueying had slain the Mid-Level Divine Monarch in the green robe too swiftly—just two spear thrusts. In that brief time, the red-robed woman hadn’t gotten far.
“Too strong.”
“Too terrifying! How is his spearplay so fearsome? **Old Ninth’s** body was like a divine weapon, yet he was obliterated in just three strikes?” The red-robed woman was petrified. Old Ninth’s physique surpassed even many Mid-Level Divine Monarchs. If she had faced those strikes, she wouldn’t have survived a single one.
“No!”
She sensed it—
A thin streak of light tore through the air behind her, approaching at a horrifying speed.
“He’s coming!” The red-robed woman panicked. “**Big Brother**, why aren’t you here yet? **Hurry!!**”
The moment she and **Third Brother** had decided to flee, they had already called for aid.
But for **Big Brother** and the others to rush from their stronghold would take at least the time to finish a cup of tea—far too long to save them.
“Spare me! **Divine Monarch Feixue**, spare my life!” The red-robed woman transmitted her plea, even stopping to turn and look pitifully at him.
A beautiful woman, begging for mercy.
What would Dongbo Xueying do?
“Begging?”
He flipped his hand and withdrew his spear. The red-robed woman exhaled in relief—”He put away his spear. Does that mean he won’t kill me?”
Then—his right hand stretched out.
His palm loomed over her as the surrounding void compressed violently. The red-robed woman watched as space collapsed around her, her own form shrinking. Dongbo Xueying’s hand expanded monstrously in her vision, the nearby structures towering like mountains.
**Whoosh.**
He grasped a tiny void sphere, no larger than a fingertip, in his palm.
**Swoosh.**
Dongbo Xueying streaked back to his residence. “Too slow. The gravitational pull of this world is immense—even my flight speed is drastically reduced. **Mount Jun City** isn’t large, but traversing it still takes time.”
—
Inside his estate, Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged, holding the void sphere containing the unconscious red-robed woman.
He had already cast his **Illusory Realm Art**, rendering her utterly defenseless. Now, he could freely peruse her memories.
“So that’s how it is.”
“In this Divine Realm, the highest status belongs to the **Three Royal Clans**?” Only now did Dongbo Xueying truly understand.
His earlier conversations with guards on the ship had only provided fragments. Now, with her memories, everything was clear.
The Divine Realm—
Legend claimed it was created by three **Primordial Chaos Ancestors**.
These ancestors left behind direct bloodlines—the Three Royal Clans! The clans themselves were immensely powerful, backed by the unfathomable might of their Primordial Chaos Ancestor progenitors. Naturally, all factions across the Divine Realm revered them.
Beyond them—
The Divine Realm was vast, teeming with countless warring factions.
The Three Royal Clans stood aloof, observing the struggles below.
**”Mount Jun City’s Yufeng Clan”** was just one of many factions. The native inhabitants of the Divine Realm held absolute dominance, while **Ascenders** like Dongbo Xueying were rare and far weaker in influence—most ended up joining local powers.
“Three Primordial Chaos Ancestors created this world?” Dongbo Xueying was awed. “To forge such a realm, they must be true **Hunyuan Lifeforms**—and extraordinarily powerful ones at that!”
Moreover—
These three were **alive**. Each Royal Clan had a living Primordial Chaos Ancestor behind them.
“**Meta**, you sent us to train in a place like this?” Dongbo Xueying inwardly marveled.
“Never mind. The Three Royal Clans are untouchable—I’ll likely never encounter them, let alone their legendary ancestors.” The status of the Primordial Chaos Ancestors was too exalted. Every native of the Divine Realm carried their bloodline, tracing back to them after eons of lineage. Only Ascenders lacked this heritage.
“The ones who attacked me belong to a faction in Mount Jun City called **Bat Mountain**?”
Bat Mountain had deep roots in the city.
Its leader, the **Bat Mountain Lord**, was a **Peak-Level Divine Monarch**—one of the cultivation instructors under the **Yufeng Clan of Mount Jun**. After all, the true ruler of the city was the Yufeng Clan. All other powers bowed to them.
—
Night.
In a distant mansion, five figures stood atop a pavilion, their gazes fixed on Dongbo Xueying’s estate.
“Big Brother, are we just going to watch? Not intervene?” The other four were frantic.
“Damn it.”
The leader—a grotesque elder with a triangular head—was none other than the infamous **Bat Mountain Lord**, ranked among the top ten experts in Mount Jun City.
His voice was hoarse as he stared at the distant estate. “Third, Fifth, and Ninth joined forces, yet not only did they fail—none escaped. They were annihilated within two breaths. Though I could easily defeat them, I couldn’t wipe all three out so swiftly.”
The others fell silent.
True.
When fleeing, they’d scatter. Chasing one would let the others escape.
To kill all three in two breaths? Unthinkable.
“**Steward Yun’s Emerald Eye** has never been wrong,” the Bat Mountain Lord muttered. “I acted because he confirmed this Ascender was only an **Early-Level Divine Monarch**, further weakened by injuries. Yet this time… he misjudged.”
“Big Brother, what now?”
“What do we do next?” They all looked to him.
“Return for now,” the Bat Mountain Lord said coldly.
“Yes.”
The four complied, masking their reluctance with relief.
They followed the Bat Mountain Lord out of fear, not loyalty. Bonds of brotherhood? A joke.
“Three Divine Monarchs dead. The City Lord will soon hear of this. A disgrace—but this **Divine Monarch Feixue** is not to be trifled with. We must plan carefully.” His eyes gleamed with malice.
The City Lord, **Yufeng Junshan**, had seized Mount Jun City by force. As its supreme ruler, the deaths of three Divine Monarchs wouldn’t escape his notice.
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