A gray-robed youth stood beside his master, gazing at the floating Skygazing Mirror before them. The mirror displayed the furious roar of the Undying Netherworld Emperor—”Dongbo Xueying!”—which caused the young man’s expression to shift dramatically.
“My benefactor, my great savior… is actually the Flying Snow Divine Emperor?” The gray-robed youth trembled inwardly, torn between worry for his savior, Dongbo Xueying, and fury at the Undying Netherworld Emperor’s unrestrained madness.
“Across the vast Heart Realm Continent, is there truly no one who can stop this great fiend? Is it truly just for demons to rampage unchecked, while those who oppose them must suffer endless torment?” The youth clenched his fists, his eyes burning red.
His beloved, his children—his entire family, even his clan—had all been saved by Daoist Tianxin! Yet, in the span of countless billions of years, their salvation was but one insignificant city among countless others.
To Daoist Tianxin, such acts were as natural as breathing. He had saved too many lives. Over such an immense stretch of time, many of those he rescued had cultivated to great heights, with some even reaching the Chaos Realm.
“Disciple,” his master said, glancing at him. “I know your entire clan was once saved by Daoist Tianxin. But the Undying Netherworld Emperor is too powerful. Our Allworlds Ancient Nation is not suited to openly oppose him.”
“I understand,” the youth gritted his teeth.
He seethed with hatred.
If only—if only he had the strength to stand beside his savior in battle!
But now, as a mere Chaos Realm cultivator, he lacked even the power to traverse the distance instantly. The Undying Netherworld Emperor could likely annihilate him with a single glance.
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“Benefactor…”
“So our benefactor’s true identity is the Flying Snow Divine Emperor?”
A father and son stood within their estate, watching rippling water that displayed distant events.
“Our benefactor has shown us immense kindness. Because he saved us, I had the chance to reach the Cosmic God Realm. But now… I can do nothing to aid him!”
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Across the land, countless cultivators who owed their lives to Dongbo Xueying learned the news, their hearts filled with anxiety and dread. Many more, weaker in strength, remained unaware that the identity of their revered savior, Daoist Tianxin, had been exposed. They continued their ordinary lives, silently grateful in their hearts.
“For ages, the Heart Realm Continent had but one Daoist Tianxin to keep the fiends at bay. And now, this beacon is about to fall? Alas!” A Cosmic God seated in meditation within a quiet chamber could not suppress his anger.
“I feared this day would come. Ever since Daoist Tianxin emerged, I dreaded the moment his identity would be revealed!”
“Before this, the Undying Netherworld Emperor had already threatened the Flying Snow Divine Emperor. Yet, despite the risk of exposure, he still saved the lives of fifteen nations! If he dared to act so boldly, does he have some hidden advantage?”
“An advantage? What advantage? Even the Xiawind Ancient Nation and the Allworlds Ancient Nation refuse to provoke the Undying Netherworld Emperor, that madman. What could the Flying Snow Divine Emperor possibly rely on? Even if he somehow survives, his loved ones, his countless clansmen—they will all suffer!”
Many sighed in despair.
Most cultivators had those they cared for—family, sworn brothers, clansmen. Those who truly cared for none but themselves were exceedingly rare. Figures like the Sacred Master, born of the Annihilation Demons, or the Undying Netherworld Emperor, who walked the path of death, were aberrations of extreme malevolence. Any with even a shred of normalcy would not wish to stand alone.
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While some worried, others rejoiced. The fiendish factions across the land celebrated, eagerly anticipating what was to come.
“Hah! Provoking the Undying Netherworld Emperor? His entire clan will be wiped out! As for him—the moment he shows himself, the Emperor will strike him down! All his avatars will be forced into hiding, never daring to emerge!”
“Who knows? The Undying Netherworld Emperor might even have a way to kill him outright. After all, he saw through his disguise and even produced the corpse of a Primordial lifeform. His methods may be beyond our comprehension!”
“Hahaha! I always said no one could suppress us forever! That fool Daoist Tianxin, daring to provoke the Undying Netherworld Emperor—he brought this upon himself!”
“Let us see what fate awaits him!”
Countless fiends watched with glee.
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As all eyes turned to the unfolding events, the Undying Netherworld Emperor indeed descended into madness. After stowing away the Primordial corpse, he launched a frenzied assault.
**Boom!**
In a flash, he crossed vast distances, striking directly at one of Dongbo Xueying’s avatars.
“Perish!”
The Emperor’s colossal palm seemed to contain an endless dark world, slamming down with inescapable force. The sheer might of this strike surpassed even the full-powered attacks of the Eternal Night Primogenitor. It felt as though one had been cast into the Primordial Void itself, with the entire dark world of death crushing inward.
**Bang!**
Dongbo Xueying had dispatched over a hundred avatars to dismantle the formation. Some were strong, others weak—only a handful possessed the power of a Supreme.
This particular avatar was merely at the second-tier Cosmic God level.
It was obliterated instantly.
“Die! All of you, die!”
The Undying Netherworld Emperor, his face frozen in a mask of frost, lashed out with both hands, traversing vast distances—spanning multiple nations—to strike another avatar.
**Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!**
Under his relentless assault, avatars dissipated one after another.
A stronger one managed to endure two strikes before crumbling.
Within moments, the Emperor had annihilated over thirty avatars. The rest swiftly fled. In truth, had Dongbo Xueying wished to escape immediately, the Emperor might have only destroyed two or three. But Xueying had allowed this—to gauge the full extent of the Emperor’s power.
“Flee? Do you truly think you can escape?” The Emperor’s face twisted with malice.
**Boom!**
He vanished.
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When he reappeared, he loomed over the vast expanse of Flying Snow City.
The city, grand and sprawling, was now the second-largest in the Southcloud Nation, its population surpassing that of an entire third-rate nation.
“Dongbo Xueying!” The Emperor’s roar shook the heavens, reverberating across the city. Yet, the city’s protective formation had already activated, shrouding it in a hazy glow that muffled the sound. Even the Emperor’s voice alone could slay the weak.
“No one can save you now! And this entire city shall be your funeral pyre!” the Emperor bellowed.
Despite his fury, he remained rational. Having once sought to transcend into a Primordial being, he knew the consequences of excessive slaughter. If he butchered too many now, future sacrifices would be impossible. If he enraged ‘Yuan,’ even his existence could be erased with a mere thought.
Thus, even in vengeance, destroying Flying Snow City was his limit—its population already exceeded that of a third-rate nation.
Previously, he had planned to retreat into the Broken Tooth Mountain Range after the sacrifice, never to return. That was why he dared to offer nearly fifteen nations. But now, with his plans foiled, he had to remain on the Heart Realm Continent—and thus, he had to restrain his bloodlust.
“Netherworld Emperor,” a voice interjected. “If you must target the Flying Snow Divine Emperor, so be it. But the countless innocents of this city bear no guilt. Spare them.”
A figure appeared—the Sword Demon Lord, a divine blade strapped to his back.
“The Sword Demon Lord?”
“The Sword Demon Lord of the Xiawind Ancient Nation has appeared?”
“Is he here to oppose the Undying Netherworld Emperor?”
Observers gasped in shock.
“Lord Sword,” Dongbo Xueying, already hovering above the city, transmitted mentally. “There’s no need for you to involve yourself in this mess. The Undying Netherworld Emperor is a madman.”
Yet the Sword Demon Lord remained, standing firm in the sky opposite the Emperor.
The Emperor sneered. “Hmph. The Sword Demon Lord? Does the Xiawind Ancient Nation seek to interfere?”
Though enraged, he hesitated.
The Sword Demon Lord was no ordinary Supreme. His cultivation time was brief, yet he was the only Supreme to emerge in the Xiawind Ancient Nation after its three invincible existences. The Xia Emperor, Patriarch Fan, and the Azure Thearch would protect him at all costs.
“This is not the Xiawind Ancient Nation’s doing,” the Sword Demon Lord replied. “I come only to persuade you.”
“Begone! I’ve no time for your prattle!”
The Emperor’s eyes flashed coldly. His right hand blotted out the sky, an endless dark world within his palm as he struck.
The Sword Demon Lord drew his blade in an instant.
As the sword left its sheath, the surrounding millions of miles transformed into a realm of countless sword rays. His might surpassed even what he had displayed in his home universe. The Xia Emperor, the Azure Thearch, and Patriarch Fan had spared no expense in equipping him—his treasures far surpassed the Voidfire Lotus.
This was the strongest artifact of destruction within the Xiawind Ancient Nation’s vaults, reshaped into the form of a sword.
Wielding it with his supreme techniques, the Sword Demon Lord’s power eclipsed even his peak in his homeland—reaching eighty percent of the Eternal Night Primogenitor’s strength.
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