For Dongbo Xueying, the most crucial task was to reach the ultimate realm of the Void Path as soon as possible. As for establishing the reputation of “Daoist Tianxin,” it was merely to avoid implicating the Nanyun Kingdom and the Yingshan Clan! Currently, his strength was limited, and his deterrent power could only make those demonic forces somewhat wary. If he could attain the ultimate realm, not only would he be able to save the most important people in his life from his homeland, but with a Meta-Divine Weapon in hand, he might even qualify to contend for the title of “Strongest in the Heart Realm Continent.”
At that level, his deterrence against the demonic forces would be even greater.
“Power speaks for itself,” Dongbo Xueying understood this well.
Only with greater strength could one shoulder greater responsibilities.
“The Fourth Killing Move…”
In the Divine Emperor’s residence, by the lakeside, beneath a pavilion.
A white-robed young man sat cross-legged, warming a pot of wine as he drank and pondered. His many avatars were also fully immersed in comprehending and refining his techniques.
“The Void Fire Lotus is a world-class Void Path treasure, excelling at unleashing a world domain or enhancing the wielder with world power,” Dongbo Xueying mused silently. The peak treasure ‘Void Fire Lotus’ was forged using the rare ‘Flame Domain Spirit Source’ as its foundation. The Flame Domain Spirit Source resembled the Domain Sea Source he had once obtained—both were the essence of a world.
The Xia Emperor had infused the profound mysteries of the Void Path’s ultimate realm into it, refining it into a peak treasure.
By projecting world power to enhance each of his avatars, their combat strength could be greatly amplified. This was also Dongbo Xueying’s method of concealing the ‘Seven Meta Strikes.’
“Unleashing the world domain, within which I reign supreme.”
“This peak treasure is most suited for domain-type techniques,” Dongbo Xueying thought, his eyes flickering with countless shifting runes. The fourth killing move he sought to create was precisely a domain-type technique.
The first three killing moves were all offensive in nature.
Yet, when exterminating those demonic beings—since each strike had to cover nearly an entire city—the surging killing intent had sparked inspiration in Dongbo Xueying’s mind. The fourth killing move had already taken rough shape.
“All directions and regions are space.”
“Even the higher realms beyond the Source World are but a form of space.”
“Space inherently carries all living beings and encompasses everything. ‘Domain’ is its natural characteristic,” Dongbo Xueying understood this deeply.
He already knew several domain-type techniques, whether the Crimson Cloud Domain or others he had created. None were worthy of being listed as killing moves in his *Flying Snow Combat Art*. To qualify as a killing move, they had to be flawless, perfectly integrating the mysteries of the Seven Meta Strikes while boasting power comparable to the techniques within *Seven Meta Strikes* itself.
“Domain…”
Sitting beneath the pavilion, Dongbo Xueying held a cup brimming with wine but suddenly closed his eyes.
He thought of the higher realms.
He had once performed the Great World-Breaking Teleportation to travel to another Source World! Through a mere thread-like passage, he had cautiously traversed the boundless Meta-Force-filled higher space. His physical body couldn’t even enter—only his soul could swiftly slip through the narrow channel.
That suffocating sensation.
The overwhelming pressure of the higher realm remained vivid in his memory.
What Dongbo Xueying sought to achieve was to combine the Void Path with the mysteries of *Seven Meta Strikes*, utilizing Meta-Force to recreate an effect akin to the ‘domain’ of the higher realms. Under such a domain, even the current Dongbo Xueying would have to abandon his physical body and rely on the Great World-Breaking Teleportation for his soul to pass through. How terrifying would that be?
If his technique could replicate even a fraction of that effect, it would suffice.
“Hum…”
Outside the pavilion, the void trembled faintly.
Every black mist particle—the essence of the void—quivered. Throughout the vast garden, these particles vibrated incessantly. The fish at the lake’s bottom were shielded by an invisible force, but the rest of the area remained unprotected. As Dongbo Xueying’s thoughts fluctuated, a series of soft *chi chi chi* sounds arose—the lake water, the pavilion’s tiles, the flowers and grass along the shore, the flower beds, the stone paths, the soil…
Everything appeared unchanged.
Yet, the trembling of the black mist particles caused their internal structures to fracture, barely maintaining their forms before collapse.
“Boom!”
The entire garden was suddenly annihilated, plunging into absolute darkness.
Dongbo Xueying remained seated cross-legged, still holding his wine cup. The table before him, the wine pot, and the cushion beneath him were all unharmed. In the distance, a few fish remained enveloped in darkness. The rest of the garden had vanished into oblivion.
Though the garden was in such a state, the outside world remained oblivious! Dongbo Xueying was in secluded cultivation, and no one was permitted to enter.
“Swish, swish, swish—” The fish were gently carried to Dongbo Xueying’s side, their wide eyes staring at their surroundings and at him.
“Hum.”
Countless cracks appeared in the dark space around them, and Meta-Force poured in.
In Flying Snow City, bolstered by layers of formations, Dongbo Xueying’s strength rivaled that of an invincible existence. Testing techniques here was far easier—such as now, when he could effortlessly summon vast amounts of Meta-Force.
“Permeating all gaps,” Dongbo Xueying opened his eyes, watching the Meta-Force flood in through the dark fissures. It naturally merged with the void, suppressing everything in all directions.
Suppress, suppress!
This suppression technique could instantly crush ordinary Cosmic Gods to death!
But this was still insufficient. Dongbo Xueying needed a killing move—one that would at least pose a “minor nuisance” to invincible existences. If it couldn’t affect them at all, such a technique would be meaningless.
“Now, it’s barely taking shape. Further refinement is needed.”
As countless thoughts raced through his mind, the Meta-Force within the garden continuously intertwined with the void, undergoing various transformations and operations.
After over half a month of experimentation…
“Swish.”
The garden returned to tranquility. The Meta-Force receded, the void normalized, and the light of the outside world shone upon it once more.
The stone paths, soil, flowers, grass, lake water—even the pavilion—materialized from nothingness, returning to their original positions. The fish that had lingered by Dongbo Xueying’s side were tossed back into the lake. *Plop!* One leaped from the water, glanced around, then dove back in to swim freely.
Dongbo Xueying poured himself another cup of wine. Everything in the garden was ordinary—for a Cosmic God of the Illusory Path, conjuring such objects from illusion was effortless.
“Think again.”
The past half-month’s experiments had revealed numerous issues. Further meticulous study and refinement were still required.
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While Dongbo Xueying honed his fourth killing move, the demonic forces across the Heart Realm Continent grew increasingly apprehensive—especially the top-tier Cosmic Gods, who valued their lives dearly! Since ‘Daoist Tianxin’ had openly declared that even the Island Master of Zhanba was inferior to him, who would dare provoke such a ruthless figure?
“Does he truly intend to single-handedly intimidate all the demonic forces of the Heart Realm Continent?”
“Is he truly this insane?”
Even the demonic beings found it hard to believe.
The Cosmic God-level demons, with their keen intelligence networks, were well aware of Daoist Tianxin’s existence and his ‘threat.’ But the Heart Realm Continent was vast! Many Chaos Realm-level demons, especially those with powerful backers, were relatively safe. Those without such connections, however, remained ignorant of ‘Daoist Tianxin.’
—
As time passed…
Three million years after Daoist Tianxin’s battle with the Island Master of Zhanba.
“Hahaha! The more frenzied the hatred, the better! Hahaha! This ancestor thrives on your loathing! Hahaha…” A red-robed elder cackled within a pocket world treasure, surrounded by countless souls brimming with resentment. Billions of souls wailed in anguish, their hatred palpable. Some of the stronger ones broke free of their restraints, repeatedly lunging at the red-robed elder.
Yet the elder, a Chaos Realm expert, was untouchable by these souls, whose power peaked at the Unity Realm.
“Hmph.”
A black rift flashed, and a white-robed man appeared within the pocket world.
The red-robed elder, as the treasure’s master, nearly jumped in fright—*How did someone else enter my treasure?*
When the white-robed man’s gaze fell upon him, the elder felt his soul freeze.
“Boom.”
The red-robed elder’s body instantly disintegrated into dust.
“Truly despicable,” Dongbo Xueying scanned the countless souls around him. Many had been seething with hatred, but with the elder’s death, their resentment began to dissipate.
“Time to send you all out.”
With a thought, Dongbo Xueying teleported all the souls out of the treasure. The formations within had confined them to soul forms, but even the weakest among them were True Gods. By absorbing the world’s energy, they could swiftly reconstruct their physical bodies.
—
Nine million years after the battle…
“Jia Yu, do you regret it now? Today, your entire clan, your entire city—every living being—shall perish!” A demonic elder exuding overwhelming malice stood mid-air, his arrogance boundless.
A purple-robed woman stared in despair.
*Had saving those people back then truly provoked this demon’s wrath? Now that he’s grown stronger, he’s here for revenge?*
“Huh?”
The woman, City Lord Jia Yu, gaped as a massive pale hand emerged from the void and pressed down. The gloating demon had no time to flee before he was reduced to dust.
—
As time flowed on, Daoist Tianxin’s words proved no empty threat.
Those who dared wreak havoc on a large scale were executed without mercy upon discovery.
This instilled fear even in the true Cosmic God-level demons, who refrained from reckless actions for the time being.
“Let us endure for now.”
“This Daoist Tianxin is so tyrannical—he will surely meet a grim end! Once his identity is exposed, he’ll regret his actions.”
“We shall bide our time and avoid direct confrontation. No one can suppress us forever on the Heart Realm Continent.” The demons were patient. They believed such arrogance and dominance could not last.
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For Dongbo Xueying, these were merely brief interruptions in his cultivation—venturing out to act when news reached him, then returning to his secluded training.
Over fifty million years after his battle with the Island Master of Zhanba…
“Hahaha, hahaha…” In the lakeside pavilion of the Divine Emperor’s residence, Dongbo Xueying suddenly burst into laughter, his voice clear and filled with joy.
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