Chapter 1123: Lord Luo and Dongbo Xueying

In the vast expanse of the chaotic void, a massive ship sailed through.

Inside the ship were Dongbo Xueying, Yu Jingqiu, Dongbo Yu, Dongbo Qingyao, and some of their family members and descendants.

Most of the others were cultivating in quiet chambers aboard the ship, while Dongbo Xueying and his wife sat in a spacious hall, gazing through the transparent hull at the desolate void outside. Hidden within the chaotic void were countless destructive and annihilating forces. Through the void, they could faintly see a colossal universe in the distance.

As the ship advanced, the universe rapidly approached before gradually receding into the distance.

Then, they spotted a floating continent. With their formidable strength, Dongbo Xueying and Yu Jingqiu could discern the countless lives densely packed upon it.

“Xueying, when the Sacred Master forced your soul to scatter, what I longed for most was a day like this,” Yu Jingqiu said softly. Both she and Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged, sipping their preferred fruit wines. Their tastes differed—Dongbo Xueying preferred milder flavors, while Yu Jingqiu favored more exotic and stimulating blends.

“The chaotic void is truly vast, and the universes are countless,” Yu Jingqiu remarked as she watched another universe rapidly enlarge before them as the ship drew near.

“Though there are several Sacred Realms,” Dongbo Xueying said, “the total number of lives within the countless universes far surpasses those in the Sacred Realms.”

Having traversed nearly the entirety of their homeworld in pursuit of the Annihilation Fiends, he knew just how numerous these universes were.

“Since the shattering of the Primordial Ancient Sacred Realm, the Sacred Master’s Ancient Sacred Realm is only about one percent of its former size. The Eternal Sacred Realm, the Eastscale Sacred Realm, and the Mother Goddess Realm are even smaller. After the Primordial Ancient Sacred Realm shattered, its primal energies dispersed, giving birth to countless universes. Individually, the lives within each universe may seem insignificant compared to those in the Sacred Realms, but collectively, they far outnumber them. Fortunately, each universe repels external forces, making it difficult for the Sacred Master to spread his influence.”

“Hmm?”

Both Dongbo Xueying and Yu Jingqiu turned their heads.

A blurred figure passed through the hall’s wall from outside, materializing into a man clad in deep blue robes.

“Lord Luo,” Dongbo Xueying stood, astonished.

“Greetings, Lord Luo,” Yu Jingqiu also rose and bowed before adding, “Xueying, I’ll leave you two to talk.”

She then withdrew, leaving only Dongbo Xueying and Lord Luo in the hall.

Dongbo Xueying was both curious and puzzled. Lord Luo held a unique position in the chaotic void. Though he aided the Cosmic Deities against the Sacred Master, he remained enigmatic, rarely seen in action. Yet, no one dared underestimate him. Having ventured through the Heart Realm Continent, Dongbo Xueying held even greater reverence for Lord Luo.

He knew all too well—

A being forcibly suppressed by the supreme laws to the Chaos Realm level yet still capable of reaching the second-tier Cosmic Deity threshold was nothing short of terrifying.

“Dongbo Xueying,” Lord Luo spoke.

“Lord Luo, what brings you here?” Dongbo Xueying asked.

“You’ve reached the second-tier Cosmic Deity level? Remarkable talent, no less than the Swordmaster of your Voidsky Palace,” Lord Luo remarked.

Dongbo Xueying was inwardly startled.

His breakthrough hadn’t been made public! Without him displaying his power, how did Lord Luo know?

“Don’t be alarmed. Your integration with the source world, the subtle fluctuations of the void responding to your will—these reveal your realm at a glance,” Lord Luo explained.

Dongbo Xueying was stunned.

Integration with the source world?

Void and will?

He understood the words, but the concept felt utterly profound.

In his view, if one didn’t manifest their Dao, it should be impossible to discern.

“You haven’t transcended this cage. If one day you step beyond the confines of the source world, you’ll understand,” Lord Luo said.

“Has Lord Luo already transcended it?” Dongbo Xueying’s heart raced as he pressed.

Lord Luo nodded.

Dongbo Xueying’s pulse quickened.

He had long suspected Lord Luo’s realm was abnormally high, though his power remained suppressed at the Chaos Realm level. He guessed Lord Luo hailed from another source world but never dared confirm whether he had reached the legendary state—transcending the source world’s cage and ascending to another level of existence.

“I came to inform you of something,” Lord Luo continued. “This source world was originally set to undergo the Great Destruction in eighteen trillion, three hundred twenty-one billion, one hundred million years. That was the natural course of its expansion. However, a variable has emerged. The destruction of your homeland may accelerate drastically.”

“Drastic acceleration?” Dongbo Xueying’s pupils contracted.

“The Annihilation Fiend ‘Jun Emperor’ possesses extraordinary comprehension and has reached the pinnacle of the second-tier Cosmic Deity level. With the aid of another Hunyuan expert, his chances of breaking through to the ultimate Cosmic Deity realm are high. Once he does, as a born destroyer of this era, the more he annihilates, the more the source world’s supreme laws will reward him. The Jun Emperor will wreak havoc without restraint. An ultimate Cosmic Deity’s rampage will drastically hasten the source world’s destruction,” Lord Luo explained.

Dongbo Xueying couldn’t help but ask, “Another Hunyuan expert? What is a Hunyuan expert?”

“One whose strength rivals mine,” Lord Luo replied.

Dongbo Xueying understood.

Another existence that had transcended the source world’s cage.

“Among my peers, some believe that if an era’s lives must perish to birth an ultimate Cosmic Deity, then the era is worthwhile. Only an ultimate Cosmic Deity can withstand the supreme laws’ destruction and survive, with the potential to transcend this cage,” Lord Luo said. “But I believe every life deserves a chance.”

“In your era, only the Swordmaster and you show promise.”

Lord Luo extended his hand, revealing a black seed in his palm.

With a gentle toss, the seed landed on the hall’s metallic floor.

Sss—

Silently, the seed rapidly sprouted, its roots burrowing into the ground as it grew like a vine, lush green leaves unfurling. Nine flower buds of different colors emerged.

“One flower, one world,” Lord Luo said. “Each world is born and withers in destruction. These nine World Flowers will gradually bloom and wither once your true self enters. From bloom to withering, they last only a hundred thousand years. Within each world, life flourishes, but they are all mortal—no transcendents emerge. Yet, these worlds experience the full cycle of bloom to wither in mere millennia, their void in constant flux. They are treasures for comprehending the Dao of the Void.”

“Nine World Flowers, nine different manifestations of the Void Dao, representing nine opportunities.”

“World Flower seeds… are rare. Cherish them. This is all I can offer your era.”

Dongbo Xueying stared at the nine flower buds, awestruck.

He knew—

This was a monumental opportunity, one even the Summerflame Kingdom couldn’t provide.

He sensed that Lord Luo had extended similar aid to the Swordmaster and himself.

“Cherish the time. Seize the opportunity,” Lord Luo said, meeting Dongbo Xueying’s gaze. “The remaining time is short, and it may seem unfair. But absolute fairness has never existed.”

“I understand. Thank you, Senior,” Dongbo Xueying said, deeply grateful.

Lord Luo smiled faintly.

He helped those whose character he deemed worthy.

Those with wicked natures, no matter their talent, would at best avoid his interference—certainly not his aid.

“Farewell.”

With that, Lord Luo’s figure dissipated.

Dongbo Xueying’s expression turned solemn.

Now he understood why Lord Luo rarely intervened in worldly affairs. To such an existence, the chaotic void was but a brief journey. Lord Luo observed all as a detached spectator.

“World Flowers?”

Dongbo Xueying gazed at the nine buds.

With a thought, a clone appeared beside him. Currently, he had nine clones in the chaotic void. This black-robed clone’s soul intensity surged to its peak, slightly weakening his main body’s soul in the process.

“Each World Flower lasts only a hundred thousand years from bloom to wither?”

The black-robed clone stepped forward, merging into the lowest pink flower bud.

As the clone approached, the bud expanded in his vision, growing endlessly vast until he found himself within an immense world.