Chapter 907: Cultivation Accumulation

In the Time Hall of the sacred land, the Voidsky Palace.

Atop a towering mountain, Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged, the fierce wind whipping at his robes as he gazed down upon the vast land and the boundless starry sky.

Over the years, he had consumed various cultivation aids and trained within the Time Hall, striving to create a technique that fused the ‘Void Path and the Slaughter Path.’ Yet, despite his efforts, he had not succeeded. Instead, his understanding of the Chaos Realm deepened, and everything became clearer in his mind. Dongbo Xueying was even certain that, with time and the elevation of his comprehension, breaking through to the Chaos Realm was inevitable—it was only a matter of time.

“The Chaos Realm is merely a transitional stage,” Dongbo Xueying murmured to himself.

The Chaos Realm…

It was about shattering the limits of the Unity Realm, transforming the path into one of infinite possibilities—breaking the ultimate ‘singularity’ into chaos. Chaos could nurture endless potential, eventually giving birth to an entire universe—the ultimate state: a Cosmic God.

In essence, the Chaos Realm was like a blank sheet of paper.

A Cosmic God was like a painting.

A blank sheet, pristine and full of infinite possibilities, was ideal for painting. Yet, creating the most exquisite masterpiece from it was incredibly difficult—the greatest hurdle in the countless realms of cultivation. Only by ‘painting the most perfect’ could one forge a universe.

However, creating that blank sheet was no easy feat.

From the moment one began cultivating as a weakling, countless imprints had already been left behind. Even the earlier stages of the Void God’s ‘Nascent Realm’ were cluttered with mixed insights, making it impossible to achieve that blank slate. One had to first pursue the extreme, purify completely, and unify into an ultimate singularity. Only with this foundation of purified unity could one then shatter it explosively, transforming into a pristine blank sheet—chaos.

This demanded not only profound mental fortitude but also deep cultivation insight. Thus, most cultivation systems required specific mental thresholds to enter the Chaos Realm. Without sufficient mental strength, one could never create that ‘blank sheet’ of chaos.

“Only with great determination, perseverance, and a deeper understanding of the Dao can one discard the influence of the past,” Dongbo Xueying mused silently.

Discarding influence did not mean abandoning past insights.

If enlightenment were unnecessary, wouldn’t an ordinary mortal who had never cultivated find it easier to grasp chaos?

That was clearly wrong!

Instead, one had to first gain insight, then transcend its influence, rising above it to discover the blank sheet underlying all Daos—chaos. Whether it was any rule, any mystery, or any cultivation system, all were born from chaos.

Mastering ‘chaos’ was exceedingly difficult.

One could either achieve sudden enlightenment, comprehending the chaos behind the Unity Realm, or grow increasingly powerful, accumulating deeper foundations until understanding naturally deepened. Dongbo Xueying walked the second path—his Slaughter Path, Ripple Path, and Void Path had all touched the Chaos Realm, as had his ‘Walker’s Secret Treasury.’ With so many paths converging at this stage, and his continued efforts to fuse them, his accumulation was vast, and his comprehension grew ever deeper.

“Hmm?” A message suddenly reached him, and Dongbo Xueying was taken aback.

“The Star Conference? Me—one of the five Grandmasters?” He was stunned.

The three sacred lands and two sects were locked in conflict.

This struggle was also a contest among the strong. Thus, the Donglin Sacred Land and the Sevenstar Sea Sacred Land jointly held the Star Conference to seek out scattered genius cultivators and draw them into their factions, nurturing them with great resources. Those who had not received proper training yet achieved significant accomplishments within two trillion years would, once nurtured, reach even greater heights—some might even attain the Chaos Realm.

If just one participant per Star Conference reached the Chaos Realm, the event would be well worth it.

“Among the Grandmasters—Axe Palace Master, General Tianguang, Five Marsh Serpent Ancestor, and Island Master Zitu—all are Chaos Realm experts. I’m the only Unity Realm cultivator?” Dongbo Xueying was acutely aware that while the Grandmasters held high status, the real significance lay in the fact that half the conference’s slots were chosen by them, based on their discernment among weaker juniors. This alone could shape the fates of many Unity Realm geniuses!

“Dongbo Xueying.” The voice of Patriarch Tianyu echoed around him.

“Patriarch,” Dongbo Xueying responded respectfully.

“Your role as a Grandmaster in the Star Conference is also a trial for you. The Unity Realm geniuses will seek your guidance. If those you select perform poorly, it reflects poorly on your judgment,” Patriarch Tianyu said. “Whether in selection, instruction, or other aspects, this is a rare opportunity for tempering. Seize it well. Moreover, you represent our Voidsky Palace—do not disgrace us.”

“Understood,” Dongbo Xueying replied immediately.

The five Grandmasters each came from one of the five sacred lands.

This time, the Voidsky Palace had chosen him. Every action he took would reflect upon them—he had to excel.

…

Preparations had only just begun, and the actual event was still a million years away.

Long before the Grandmasters were chosen, many genius cultivators across the two sacred lands had already begun preparing for the ‘Star Conference.’ The conference was held at fixed intervals—once every trillion years. Those who had been too weak to join a sacred land in their youth, having wasted years in mediocrity, now sought to break into the Unity Realm and seize this chance to enter a sacred land, receiving its full support.

Participating was relatively simple.

As long as one qualified, they could register at any major city in either sacred land—either at the ‘Sevenstar Pavilion’ or the ‘Donglin Hall.’ The sacred lands would then arrange everything.

…

Time flowed on.

Young Unity Realm cultivators, filled with hope, began registering across the lands to participate in the Star Conference—an event hosted by the six sacred lands, watched closely by the Cosmic Gods themselves.

Yet there was an unspoken rule…

Disciples of sacred lands were forbidden from participating. After all, the conference sought to recruit scattered geniuses who had not received proper nurturing.

Some trained under wretched conditions, barely managing to acquire a few manuals or techniques.

Others fared slightly better, studying under a Chaos Realm faction. But such factions paled in comparison to sacred lands. Take the ‘Black Emperor Palace,’ for example—while the Black Emperor himself was formidable, he could only guide in his areas of expertise. In other fields, he could at best gather some manuals. But how could his collection compare to those of the Voidsky Palace or the Progenitor Island?

Sacred lands boasted Cosmic Gods, numerous Chaos Realm experts, and resources far surpassing those of Chaos Realm factions—whether in guidance, techniques, or treasures.

Of course, disciples from Chaos Realm factions still fared far better than rogue cultivators. Yet when selecting participants, given equal strength and cultivation time, Grandmasters like Dongbo Xueying often favored the latter.

“Boom—”

In the void before him, a vast illusory world flickered as a black flower struggled to form—only to collapse moments later.

“Still not working.”

Seated atop the mountain, Dongbo Xueying shook his head lightly. “Without creating this technique, clearing the seventh level of the Star Tower is impossible.”

His Void, Slaughter, and Ripple Path techniques were all at the sixth level of the Star Tower. The Vermilion Nightmare Legacy enhanced his soul, allowing him to unleash more ‘Blades of Heavenly Punishment,’ drastically boosting his combat power. The Balong Legacy strengthened his body, enabling him to endure the corrosive power of destruction longer…

Yet even so, he had only slain eight of the ten Destruction Demons on the seventh level—with no room for further improvement.

Dongbo Xueying understood all too well.

Clearing the seventh level first required breaking the coordinated assault of the ten demons—their combined offense and defense were formidable. Doing so alone marked the threshold of seventh-level strength. After that, slaying them one by one was the next challenge—their survival abilities varied, with the weaker ones falling first.

Thus, as their numbers dwindled, the remaining demons grew increasingly resilient. Though Dongbo Xueying had slain eight, the last two were exponentially harder to kill—likely requiring a doubling of strength to finish them off. Minor improvements were useless.

“No wonder those Unity Realm cultivators who cleared the seventh level are so revered in history,” Dongbo Xueying mused inwardly. “It truly is difficult.”

For Chaos Realm experts, clearing the seventh level was standard.

For Unity Realm cultivators, it was monstrous! Such individuals were guaranteed to reach the Chaos Realm, and upon breaking through, they would immediately rank at the eighth level. With time, they would naturally become peak experts among eighth-level cultivators, with strong potential to reach the ninth. As for the ultimate ‘Cosmic God’? That remained a distant dream.

“It’s time to depart.”

Dongbo Xueying rose from his seated position.

In a few months, the Star Conference would begin. As one of its five Grandmasters, he had to set out for its location—the ‘Blade Emperor City.’