Chapter 738: Three Million Years of Cultivation

This is a flawed cultivation system known as the ‘Cosmic Emissary Cultivation System.’ Countless lives in their universe, driven by survival, power, and various desires, have tirelessly worked to refine and perfect this system. At its weaker stages, it allows communication with the heavens and earth, borrowing their power for battle! It can also harness the forces of nature to gradually strengthen oneself.

At its peak, one can commune with the very essence of the universe! Continuously growing stronger, they may even gain control over fragments of the cosmic origin.

With a mere gesture, they can summon the primordial power of the cosmos, their combat prowess reaching terrifying heights.

Ultimately, in this universe, there exists a monstrous being who has fused with the cosmic origin itself! Their will becomes the will of the universe. Within this universe, they are invincible! Yet, this cultivation system… reaching such heights also marks its end. For once fused with the universe, it becomes a prison, trapping them forever within its confines, unable to leave.

As for the other Cosmic Emissaries, with one already merged into the cosmic origin, none can follow suit unless they abandon this system for another. Otherwise, they can progress no further.

Their universe…

Is immensely powerful!

Yet its flaws are glaring. Within their own universe, they are unrivaled. But once beyond its borders, they falter—unable to draw upon the cosmic origin’s power in other universes, their strength plummets drastically.

This system harbors another issue.

Figures like Ancestor Tianyu or the ‘Progenitor’ of the Bloodline Cultivation System’s universe, when creating a universe, deliberately safeguard its origin. Thus, the essence of such a universe cannot be controlled, let alone merged with!

On the grasslands, Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged in cultivation.

“Boom—”

With his profound insights and formidable physique, Dongbo Xueying successfully communed with the cosmic origin after merely a century of studying this system.

Rumble—

The slaughtering power of the cosmic origin descended directly, enveloping Dongbo Xueying.

“Truly… truly… magnificent,” Dongbo Xueying felt ecstatic from the depths of his soul. “I initially dismissed this system, deeming its flaws too apparent. But now, I see I underestimated it. Any system capable of becoming the foundation of a universe’s cultivation is extraordinary.”

“This…”

“How can mere contemplation of the laws compare to experiencing the cosmic origin’s power firsthand?” Dongbo Xueying was awestruck.

In terms of hierarchical laws—

The most common, like the natural laws of mortal worlds, are foundational. Higher still are the laws governing the entire Material Realm, the Abyss, the Heartlake Island’s formations, the Sun Star, the Moon Star… all profound in their own right.

The pinnacle, however, lies in the operational laws of an entire universe.

Having the cosmic origin’s power descend upon him was the most direct way to observe these laws—an immense boon to his cultivation. Currently focusing on the Path of the Void and the Path of Slaughter, Dongbo Xueying first summoned the slaughtering aspect of the cosmic origin.

“Merely sensing isn’t enough. I must also practice their techniques.”

“Dark Ripple Art.” Dongbo Xueying began cultivating a slaughter-oriented technique from that universe, delving into its essence to understand its denizens’ interpretation of slaughter. Each technique was a crystallization of their mastery over the cosmic origin’s slaughtering power. As he immersed himself, his comprehension deepened.

In his homeland, how many had truly pioneered the Path of Slaughter?

Yet in the ‘Cosmic Emissary System,’ many chose to cultivate the slaughtering aspect of the cosmic origin. Pursuing power, they naturally gravitated toward slaughter, giving rise to numerous techniques in this domain.

“Slaughter…”

“My past understanding was too shallow.”

Dongbo Xueying became utterly consumed, each day bringing new revelations.

Midway, he even swallowed his pride to seek an audience with the Third Prince, requesting his aid in gathering slaughter-oriented techniques and secret arts from the Cosmic Emissary System. The prince agreed without hesitation, immediately contacting his clan to procure them.

“Third Prince, this system has no future—it’s only useful for sensing the cosmic origin’s might,” a clan elder chided disapprovingly. “Focus on honing yourself through battle. Awakening your bloodline will bring far greater gains.”

“Understood, understood. I merely seek reference. Uncle Fu, please expedite the collection and deliver it to me,” the prince insisted.

“Very well.”

Within half a month—

Only two additional cultivation techniques arrived, but eight secret arts in their original forms were delivered, all handed over to Dongbo Xueying.

This left him inwardly moved. Regardless, the Third Prince treated his guards with genuine care.

He practiced each slaughter-oriented technique and secret art, disregarding all else, solely focused on deepening his understanding. In just a million years, his Path of Slaughter reached its zenith.

Of course, alongside studying other systems—

He never neglected the more critical *Traveler’s Hidden Canon*, which was why he secluded himself in a pocket world for cultivation. Each session of the *Traveler’s Hidden Canon* drew upon the power of the Chaos Void—discovery would spell disaster! In terms of sheer potency, it surpassed all other systems. After all, finding even a single inheritor for it within a universe was a rarity.

Time flowed.

With a time dilation over three thousand times that of his homeland, while less than ten millennia passed there, over thirty million years elapsed in the Demon Mountain Universe.

“Excellent.”

“Truly excellent.”

Deep beneath the planet where Dongbo Xueying secluded himself, the Third Prince, ‘Jiao Yunliu,’ gazed fervently at a black plant before him. Its three fruits had turned pitch-black, appearing utterly mundane. Suddenly, the plant’s leaves began to wither.

“Congratulations, Your Highness! With the Black Demon Sacred Fruits now ripe, Your Highness will surely break through to become a Dominator,” his four guards exclaimed excitedly.

“Hahaha… Once I ascend to Dominator, everything will change,” Jiao Yunliu couldn’t suppress his grin. He reached out, dispelling the protective array around the plant. As the leaves withered completely, *snap*, *snap*, *snap*—the three fruits fell into his palm.

Overjoyed, he retrieved a golden vial and carefully stored them.

“At last.”

Clutching the vial, his eyes gleamed with determination.

Years of planning, patience, and sacrifice for these fruits had finally borne fruit.

“My time has come,” Jiao Yunliu murmured, turning to leave. “Let’s go.”

He couldn’t wait.

He would begin his ascension immediately.