The aura of the Bitter Sea churned and seeped into Jing Qiu’s soul, subjecting her day and night to the torment of “Soul-Devouring Bitter Sea,” an endless suffering.
“Hmm?”
The pain in her soul suddenly dissipated, and Jing Qiu could clearly feel her physical body again! It had been a long time since she had sensed her flesh after being thrown into the Bitter Sea by the Sacred Master.
“What’s happening?” Jing Qiu opened her eyes.
Beside her stood a towering tree, its crimson petals drifting down like snow. Before her, a white-robed youth gazed at her, the petals settling on his robes and hers alike.
Jing Qiu stared in stunned silence, tears streaming down her cheeks without a sound.
Dongbo Xueying’s heart trembled, his eyes moistening as well.
“Xueying… you’re back?” Jing Qiu’s voice quivered uncontrollably.
“Jing Qiu, I made you wait too long. I let you suffer. It’s my fault,” Xueying said, his heart aching with guilt as he looked at his wife.
“No, no, it’s alright,” Jing Qiu quickly reassured him. “But I was imprisoned in the Ancient Sacred Realm. How did you rescue me? What about the Sacred Master?”
“The Sacred Master is currently engaged in battle with me. But don’t worry—from now on, no one will ever harm you again. I swear it!” Xueying gently embraced his wife.
In the past, facing the Sacred Master had felt utterly hopeless.
His master, Gu Qi, had perished. He himself had been forced to disperse his soul and reincarnate in the Heart Realm Continent. His wife had been captured… But all of that was now in the past.
—
**Outside the Bitter Sea.**
Maintaining his ultimate Void Form, Xueying instantly stored the six figures floating in the Bitter Sea into his spatial treasure—among them, his wife, Jing Qiu.
The moment they vanished—
**BOOM!**
A vast, overwhelming pressure instantly engulfed the entire Fire Prison. The world froze—the drifting Bitter Sea solidified, the guards and prisoners alike immobilized. Within this terrifying pressure was a trace of the Supreme Laws’ essence. As the invisible wave swept through, Xueying, who had been completely undetectable, was involuntarily forced to reveal himself.
Xueying raised his head.
His gaze pierced through space and matter, landing directly on the black stone bed in the palace hall above the Fire Prison. There sat the Sacred Master, draped in black gauze, his eyes now open as he looked down. His domain had already forced Xueying into visibility.
‘Ultimate Void Form’ might render most Cosmic Gods helpless, but those who had reached the Cosmic Ultimate Realm usually had ways to counter it.
“Who are you?” The Sacred Master’s voice boomed around Xueying as he descended from the black stone bed, his form phasing through all obstacles as he strode downward.
Deep within the Fire Prison, though suppressed by the Sacred Master’s rule-laden domain, Xueying instantly manipulated the void, preventing the Sacred Master from teleporting. Each had their expertise—when it came to the void, Xueying surpassed the Sacred Master.
**Swish.**
Though teleportation was blocked, a figure materialized in midair before Xueying—an avatar conjured from the Ancient Sacred Realm’s power, a white-robed Sacred Master. In his hand, lightning crackled to life.
“Perish.”
Xueying struck without hesitation.
His palm stretched out like a vast cloud, descending upon the white-robed avatar. Mystic runes swirled across his hand, while below the avatar, a massive black palm emerged from nothingness.
The two palms—one from above, one from below—clamped together.
“Hmm?” The previously composed white-robed avatar’s expression flickered. The lightning in his hand transformed into a spear, slashing out. But the space between the two palms was abruptly compressed, flattening everything within. The avatar and its lightning spear were crushed into a painting—a painting that, under the immense pressure, shattered into dust.
**Hunyuan Combat Art.**
A battle technique created by the Xia Emperor of the Heart Realm Continent, designed to unleash the full potential of the Hunyuan body. Its moves were profound, embodying the mysteries of the Void Dao. Its power far surpassed even the Five-Phase Sealing Art.
**Slash!**
Xueying waved his hand.
Five hazy pillars of light rapidly expanded in all directions, spreading wildly.
**Humph.**
The Sacred Master, seemingly unhurried, descended with terrifying speed, already crossing a third of the Fire Prison’s expanse.
Though the five hazy pillars expanded swiftly, they only managed to envelop about half of the Fire Prison before the Sacred Master closed in. **Whoosh!** The Five-Phase Seal took hold. The Fire Prison’s 3,900 layers—now reduced to roughly 1,900—were entirely sealed off.
Isolated. Sealed.
**Poof.**
Gone without a trace.
The massive Fire Prison had abruptly lost a chunk, leaving the void perfectly intact—as if the prison had always consisted of only these remaining layers.
“Hmm?” The Sacred Master, now near, stared at the vanished layers. A vast space had simply disappeared, revealing only layers of rock and earth below. Yet his eyes gleamed. “Spatial isolation? The technique of the Nine Clouds Emperor? To think it would reappear…”
—
**In the Eastern Azure Sacred Realm, within Blade Emperor City.**
The Void Ancestor’s avatar had long been stationed here, silently observing the Ancient Sacred Realm. Though he had maintained his vigil for 180 million years, his patience remained unshaken.
“Could it be that little Xueying?” the Void Ancestor mused.
His focus was fixed on the Sacred Master in cultivation and Jing Qiu, adrift in the depths of the Bitter Sea.
“If it’s Xueying, and if he’s rescuing someone, it must be Jing Qiu. And the only one in the Ancient Sacred Realm who could stop him is the Sacred Master.” The Void Ancestor was certain—as long as he watched these two, any rescue attempt by Xueying would be detected.
The only question was…
Was that mysterious figure truly Dongbo Xueying?
“Hmm?” The Void Ancestor’s body stiffened, his eyes widening. In his vision, Jing Qiu and the five others in the Bitter Sea had vanished without a trace—with no visible assailant.
“He’s made his move!” the Void Ancestor urgently transmitted.
**Swish! Swish! Swish!**
Five figures appeared almost simultaneously: the Blade Emperor, the Sword Lord, the Heavenly Fool Patriarch, the Witch Ancestor, and the Realm Ancestor. Except for the Blade Emperor, the others were mere avatars, as their true forms were stationed elsewhere. The Sword Lord, Witch Ancestor, and Realm Ancestor’s true bodies were already rushing over at full speed.
“Well?”
“Is it Xueying?”
“Did he really attempt a rescue?”
They watched anxiously.
The Void Ancestor waved a hand, projecting the scene before them—the Sacred Master rising from his black stone bed, his terrifying domain descending, forcing Xueying into visibility.
A white-robed youth. A silver mask.
“Him?”
The Heavenly Fool Patriarch, Sword Lord, Blade Emperor, Witch Ancestor, and Realm Ancestor scrutinized the figure, searching for any telltale signs.
A masked man?
Who was he?
“If he’s rescuing Jing Qiu, it’s highly likely to be Xueying,” the Void Ancestor said.
“Don’t jump to conclusions. It could be a ruse—” the Witch Ancestor began, but his words cut off abruptly.
In their observation, the Sacred Master’s hastily conjured avatar had been crushed by a single palm from the silver-masked youth—a move unmistakably of the Void Dao.
“The Void Dao—’Heaven’ and ‘Earth’ united, the world as a painting, suppression and annihilation.” The Void Ancestor was stunned. As the foremost master of the Void Dao in the Chaos Void, he instantly recognized the profound intricacies of Xueying’s technique: the fusion of ‘Heavenly Phase’ and ‘Earthly Phase,’ the compression of reality into a painting, the flawless execution of annihilation.
This was a level of mastery even he had not achieved.
“In the Void Dao… he surpasses me,” the Void Ancestor admitted.
The Witch Ancestor, Realm Ancestor, Blade Emperor, Sword Lord, and Heavenly Fool Patriarch had already realized this.
Though they were not experts in the Void Dao, they understood that the Sacred Master’s avatar, though lacking treasures or a formidable body, still possessed the power of a Cosmic God. To crush it so effortlessly, the silver-masked man must be at least a **Second-Step Cosmic God**.
A Second-Step Cosmic God?
A ruse? Impossible. Where would the Sacred Master find such a terrifying Void Dao expert out of thin air?
“Xueying had deep foundations in the Void Dao—he was once of my lineage,” the Void Ancestor thought. “But to reach the Second Step as a Cosmic God in such a short time?”
“Gone!”
“Vanished without a trace.”
Nearly half of the colossal Fire Prison had disappeared into thin air.
In the Void Ancestor’s vision, only about 2,000 layers remained.
“To vanish so completely, as if it never existed—this is spatial isolation! Only the Nine Clouds Emperor could achieve this!” The Void Ancestor was astounded. He had spent eons researching spatial isolation, yet he had never succeeded.
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