Chapter 634: Wild Dog

“To survive under my hand and even pull out the axe—you do have some skill.” The ragged man gripped the twisted, scar-covered flying dagger and casually tossed it. The blade transformed into a streak of light, flying straight toward Dongbo Xueying.

Dongbo Xueying swiftly reached out and caught it. He had urgently demanded it back, fearing the dagger would be completely digested by the other’s body.

Lowering his head to inspect it, he saw that despite the short time it had taken him to pull out the axe, the dagger was already severely damaged, nearly ruined.

When he attempted to manipulate it, the blade trembled and wobbled unsteadily.

“The core Dao within remains intact, but the physical body of the blade is heavily damaged.” Dongbo Xueying’s heart ached. “Looks like I’ll need to find a skilled artifact refiner to repair it.”

If the Dao embedded in its core had been destroyed, this True God artifact would have been rendered completely useless.

“Just a single True God artifact, and you’re this upset?” The ragged man sneered. “I’ve destroyed piles of them. Those weapons aren’t even as useful as my fists. Kid, I hope you’ll be lucky enough to survive the next time you come to the Primordial Land.” With that, he dove downward. The mountain range below had already been shattered and frozen solid in many places.

The ragged man casually pointed downward.

Whoosh!

Countless shards of ice rapidly condensed and gathered, forming an icy peak. The peak then split open down the middle, revealing a massive fissure.

The ragged man descended, flying straight into the depths of the mountain’s hollow before settling back into slumber. The icy peak then sealed itself shut once more.

“Though the Ancestor replicated his memories, it was only fragments—mostly combat experience. Many aspects, like emotions, are incomplete.” The white-haired elder stepped forward, appearing beside Dongbo Xueying in an instant. “The Ancestor created him for two reasons: to study the mysteries of his body, and to serve as a trial for later generations like you.”

“The difficulty was far too high.” Dongbo Xueying sighed. The opponent’s ultimate technique had even managed to tear through his *Annihilation Profound Armor*—its power surpassed even that of the White Monarch!

Of course, the ragged man’s comprehension of the Dao was severely lacking.

In their direct clash, Dongbo Xueying had been able to deflect ninety percent of the force, with only a tenth actually landing on him.

If the ragged man had possessed higher comprehension as well, there would have been no hope at all.

“Which is why you weren’t required to defeat him—only to pull out the axe under his assault.” The white-haired elder chuckled. “Even so, most who come to the Primordial Land die on their first attempt.”

“Mm.” Dongbo Xueying nodded.

Even he had relied on some luck.

Had his flying dagger not injured the man’s eye, giving him more chances to unleash his ultimate technique, Dongbo Xueying might have truly lost his life.

“It’s been a long time since a Four-Heaven Realm God entered this place.” The white-haired elder mused. “The tokens are scattered across the universe, and obtaining one is no easy feat. Most who come here have already reached the *World Realm*, and some even arrive at the *Creation Realm* or *Dominion Realm*.”

“I was fortunate.” Dongbo Xueying smiled. His first fragment had been obtained deep within the Heartlake Island—a place most Four-Heaven Realm Gods wouldn’t dare venture. He had only gone that far to rescue his father-in-law. The second fragment had been in the Dark Abyss, but with the first in hand, he had naturally sensed the second within the Three-Headed Divine Mountain, making the search much simpler.

“Obtaining a token may be luck, but surviving requires true strength.” The white-haired elder said.

As they spoke, the two flew toward the distance.

Dongbo Xueying spotted ripples ahead—the exit.

Before stepping through, he glanced back. The golden axe remained embedded in the distant peak, where the terrifying Realm God still slumbered within the icy mountain.

“Regardless, I succeeded.” Dongbo Xueying inwardly rejoiced.

Whoosh!

He and the white-haired elder passed through the exit together.

—

When they reappeared, they emerged from the great tree, landing on solid ground.

Dongbo Xueying felt like a mortal again. He looked around—they were still on that small landmass within the chaotic void.

“Whether at the Realm God, World, Creation, or Dominion Realm, entering this trial is a life-or-death gamble. And only those at the absolute pinnacle of their realm even have the right to face those odds.” The white-haired elder sighed. “For the weaker ones, it’s certain death.”

Dongbo Xueying agreed.

That strongest Realm God alone, with his endless chilling aura, could freeze even *Taihao Force* into dissipation! An ordinary Four-Heaven Realm God would be instantly frozen to death. Even prodigies capable of fighting above their realm had slim chances of survival. Someone as monstrous as Dongbo Xueying had barely scraped through.

“Which is why I’m always delighted when someone succeeds.” The white-haired elder pointed toward three thatched huts at the center. “Come. Since you’ve passed, you’ll be rewarded. Think carefully—do you want cultivation techniques, secret arts, or weapons? Your flying dagger is damaged. If you choose a weapon, you could obtain a True God artifact even better than it. Consider well, for you’ll have to decide soon.”

“Understood.” Dongbo Xueying felt a surge of anticipation.

A place like the Primordial Land was already difficult to conquer even once. Given the Ancestor’s status, the rewards were bound to be extraordinary.

The two walked toward the central huts.

Suddenly—

“Grrr—!” A black dog burst from the nearby grass. It was lean, its eyes fixed intently on Dongbo Xueying.

“A dog?” Dongbo Xueying blinked in surprise.

“The Ancestor raised this one.” The white-haired elder chuckled. “He expended great effort to forge it—specifically to guard the Primordial Land. Here, it is the strongest.”

“The strongest… is this dog?” Dongbo Xueying stared blankly.

“Grr—! Brat, someone like you wouldn’t even fill the gaps between my teeth.” The black dog growled. “When the Sword Master came, I even took a bite out of him.”

Dongbo Xueying blinked. “Who’s the Sword Master?”

“The Sword Master?”

The white-haired elder’s expression turned reverent. “That was long ago. After the Ancestor created the Primordial Land, normally, only those with tokens could enter. Countless lives in the universe couldn’t even find this place. Yet the Sword Master not only discovered it but forced his way in—completely unaffected by the suppression of the rules, retaining his full power. This mutt gave him quite the fight, though it did manage to wound him.”

“The Sword Master examined the entire Primordial Land but took nothing before leaving.” The elder sighed. “At his level, such things were beneath his notice.”

“The Sword Master?” Dongbo Xueying frowned.

He’d never heard of him.

“Ah, the Sword Master is who you commonly refer to as the Heartlake Island Master.”

Dongbo Xueying’s eyes widened.

The strongest existence across countless epochs of this universe—the Heartlake Island Master—had once come here? Not with a token, but by force? And this mutt had bitten a chunk out of him? Just how terrifying was this dog’s strength?