“What is this?” Dongbo Xueying felt an oppressive force descending from above.
Within the glowing sphere, enveloped by dark Hunyuan energy, a drop of pale green liquid appeared, exuding vibrant vitality yet also emanating a terrifying pressure.
Boom—
The sheer weight of this single drop of pale green liquid crashed down upon Dongbo Xueying, causing even his soul to tremble. “If it were a newly ascended Cosmic God with a weaker soul, they would likely be crushed to the ground instantly.”
This level of pressure far surpassed even that of the Xia Clan’s Emperor.
“Hum.”
Then, the drop of pale green liquid transformed into a streak of light, darting forward in an instant. As it reached him, Dongbo Xueying was assaulted by an overwhelming stench—blood. The drop seemed to be condensed from an entire sea of blood, its metallic reek so potent that it invaded his mind, causing him to momentarily lose focus. In that split second, the liquid had already pierced his brow and seeped into his soul.
“What in the world is this?”
With a deafening roar in his consciousness, Dongbo Xueying collapsed to the ground.
…
In a distant, higher realm, three Hunyuan beings stood gathered.
One of them, an elderly figure, suddenly smiled and extended a hand. Between his fingers materialized a drop of pale green liquid. With a flick, it shot across immeasurable distances, directly entering the Heart Realm Continent.
“Old Thief Yuan, you just tossed a drop of the Heartblood of the Myriad-Tentacled Matriarch to a mere Cosmic God? How generous of you!”
“When we slew the Myriad-Tentacled Matriarch, how long did it take us? Back then, Old Thief Yuan only obtained twenty drops of her Heartblood in total. And now he’s willing to waste one on a Cosmic God? What a squander—for them, it merely refines their soul a little. Wait, this is just a second-level Cosmic God? Let me see what’s so special about him.”
“I’ll take a look too! Hmm? Reincarnation? And it involves Brother Luo’s territory?”
The other two curiously probed.
“This lad, Dongbo Xueying, is one of the most talented individuals I’ve observed across countless Source Worlds, ranking among the very best. Though my Hunyuan Tower tested his Void Path aptitude, in truth, based on my prior observations, his talent in the Illusory Dream Realm surpasses even his Void Path abilities!”
“What does it matter how high his comprehension is? At most, he’ll reach the Ultimate Cosmic God realm. To truly break free from the cage—hah! Old Thief Yuan, you’ve poured endless resources into creating the Heart Realm Continent, yet not a single one has managed to transcend!”
“Brother Luo counts as one of my nurtured successes, doesn’t he?”
“Hah! All your painstaking efforts on the Heart Realm Continent yielded nothing! Meanwhile, the naturally evolved Source World, the ‘Origin Continent,’ produced Brother Luo. That’s why I say—stop meddling! Let things take their course. If someone catches your eye, a little guidance is enough.”
“Tch… It’s a matter of time. The Heart Realm Continent hasn’t existed long enough. Given sufficient time, things will change.”
“Still clinging to hope? In my opinion, you’re just wasting your efforts. This Dongbo Xueying? You’ve just squandered another drop of the Matriarch’s Heartblood.”
…
The tenth floor of the Hunyuan Tower.
Dongbo Xueying lay unconscious on the ground, while another clone of his appeared beside him—this one fully alert.
“Strange.”
“What exactly was that drop of pale green liquid? How did it render even this clone unconscious, severing our memory link?” Dongbo Xueying was utterly baffled. All his other clones remained unaffected; only the one that absorbed the liquid had been compromised.
Though their memories were temporarily disconnected, through their shared soul resonance, he could sense that the fallen clone’s soul was undergoing some transformation.
“The ultimate reward of the Hunyuan Tower should be beneficial. A being like Yuan wouldn’t harm me, surely.” Dongbo Xueying could only wait. And wait he did—for over half a year.
“Ugh…”
The collapsed clone finally stirred, sitting up while clutching its head, which throbbed with pain and pressure.
“My clone’s soul…” Dongbo Xueying immediately noticed that this clone’s soul now exhibited vastly accelerated deduction capabilities. It was akin to the leap from Chaos Realm to Cosmic God—a soul metamorphosis that drastically enhanced comprehension speed. This clone’s analytical prowess now likely matched the combined efforts of his other ten clones (the Heart Realm Continent could sustain nine peak-level souls, while his home Chaos Void could maintain two).
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Dongbo Xueying’s expression shifted to shock.
The newly awakened clone’s soul naturally resonated with his other clones in the Heart Realm Continent. Through this connection, an intangible force seeped into each of their souls—an extraordinarily transcendent power that gradually altered every one of them.
“Incredible,” Dongbo Xueying marveled. “It can influence my other clones’ souls across such distances? Though, it seems my home Chaos Void remains unaffected.”
He had hoped otherwise.
A strengthened soul would greatly aid his cultivation.
Originally, he had planned to split his soul to create new clones. But now, with each Heart Realm clone undergoing gradual evolution, the need for such measures vanished.
“Truly miraculous.”
“And there’s more…” Within his memories now lay a thick black tome, inscribed with four peculiar characters: “Hunyuan Seven Strikes.”
This tome had been transmitted to his clone’s consciousness during his unconscious state. Now awake and memory-linked, all his clones received the text simultaneously, each immediately delving into its study.
Truthfully, this was the true reward for reaching the Hunyuan Tower’s pinnacle.
The pale green drop had triggered a soul metamorphosis—undeniably significant.
But this tome was far more precious.
The *Hunyuan Seven Strikes* was a supreme arcane art.
Indeed.
While any Ultimate Cosmic God would covet a supreme treasure, they yearned even more for a supreme arcane art. Supreme treasures, though capable of revealing glimpses of supreme laws, remained nebulous—like viewing flowers through mist. One could wield their power but never truly comprehend it.
A supreme arcane art, however, provided meticulous guidance. The clarity it offered surpassed that of any treasure.
Moreover—
The tome’s final section included instructions for forging a treasure specifically designed to complement the *Hunyuan Seven Strikes*. For a practitioner of this art, such a treasure would rival a supreme treasure in potency.
“A complete supreme arcane art, paired with its ideal treasure’s forging method.” Dongbo Xueying inwardly rejoiced.
In truth, the Hunyuan Tower’s reward for mastering the ninth-floor engravings and ascending to the tenth was the supreme arcane art alone.
Dongbo Xueying, having reached the ultimate stage, received both the art and its dedicated treasure-forging method. As for the pale green drop? That was Yuan’s personal gift.
“*Hunyuan Seven Strikes*.” Just as Dongbo Xueying prepared to immerse himself in studying this art—one that would drive even Ultimate Cosmic Gods to frenzy—a ripple of energy suddenly enveloped him.
Hum.
In an instant, he was teleported away.
Evidently, having claimed his reward and regained consciousness, it was time for him to depart.
…
“Hmm?”
Dongbo Xueying glanced around, then behind him.
There lay the mist-shrouded iron chain bridge, its frigid aura still palpable even from this distance.
Ahead, in the distance, stood a grand hall.
“I’m back here?” Dongbo Xueying clearly remembered—this was where he had been after crossing the bridge, before being whisked away to the Hunyuan Tower. Now, he had been returned.
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