In the hidden world where Dongbo Xueying was concealed, a figure flew in and hovered mid-air. It was a strikingly handsome man clad in silver-white armor—none other than the ‘White Monarch,’ a figure of immense status within the Dark Abyss.
“He’s actually hiding here,” the White Monarch muttered, scanning the surroundings.
Endless rain poured down in torrents.
What was once a barren land of gravel had now transformed into a vast, boundless ocean, its waters reaching depths of a thousand meters.
“Those fools are utterly useless. They couldn’t even intercept him, allowing him to slip into the Demon Vortex and reach this ‘Qi Water World,'” the White Monarch sneered as he soared through the void at high speed. Through his karmic senses, he could vaguely discern a hazy, chaotic region spanning millions of miles—undoubtedly, Dongbo Xueying was hiding somewhere within it.
Flying high above, the relentless rain could not touch him. A faint crimson aura enveloped his body, repelling the downpour effortlessly.
Soon, the White Monarch arrived at the vast expanse where Dongbo Xueying was concealed.
“Any spot within these millions of miles could be his hiding place,” the White Monarch frowned slightly before raising his right hand.
**Boom—**
A terrifying surge of crimson energy erupted downward, instantly blanketing the entire region. The massive body of water was lifted into the air, revealing the gravelly earth beneath. The earth, too, was wrapped in the same blood-red energy.
Countless droplets coalesced into a colossal sphere of water, while the gravelly land below—spanning millions of miles and reaching depths of sixty thousand miles—was entirely encased in the crimson aura. Suspended in mid-air, it exposed the dark-red membrane beneath. Thanks to the protective barrier of the energy, no rain could penetrate.
**Rumble—**
With a mere thought from the White Monarch, the enormous water sphere trembled violently, each droplet vibrating before shattering into even finer particles.
“Nothing here,” he concluded instantly, flicking his wrist to hurl the water sphere far away.
Next, the even more massive gravelly land was lifted. Spanning millions of miles and plunging sixty thousand miles deep, it was an immense structure. Some larger fragments of black bone were forcibly extracted from within.
“**Shatter!**”
A cold glint flashed in the White Monarch’s eyes.
Under the assault of the crimson energy, the countless grains of gravel began to disintegrate, breaking down into even finer particles. Even the incredibly resilient black bone fragments fractured and crumbled, soon reduced to minuscule black granules, starkly contrasting with the grayish-white gravel.
“Still nothing,” the White Monarch shook his head slightly before hurling the debris into the distant waters.
“So he’s hiding within that membrane,” he mused, somewhat vexed.
He attempted to press downward.
The crimson energy descended, pressing against a small section of the dark-red membrane—only about a hundred meters wide—and causing it to dent inward by sixty meters.
“If he’s hiding deep within, pressing down will only push his hiding spot even deeper,” the White Monarch muttered before summoning a sword into his right hand. With a single, effortless slash, countless sword beams rained down, obliterating everything in their path.
**Boom—**
The hundred-meter-wide section of the dark-red membrane was utterly annihilated to a depth of a hundred and fifty meters, reduced to nothingness.
Such a devastating strike would have left Dongbo Xueying stunned.
After all, Dongbo Xueying had only managed to pierce a hundred and twenty meters deep by repeatedly thrusting his spear at a single point. He had estimated the White Monarch’s strength based on that of an ordinary True God, unaware of how extraordinary it was to forge one’s own path. Moreover, the White Monarch, renowned for his prowess in battle and slaughter, stood on an entirely different level.
“His strength should allow him to penetrate a hundred meters deep. To ensure success, I must strike with at least that much force,” the White Monarch mused, shaking his head. “But with each strike covering such a small area, how long would it take to scour millions of miles?”
It would be an excruciatingly long time.
If the target were something truly invaluable, the White Monarch might have endured the tedium, even if it took hundreds of millions of years. As a supreme expert, patience was second nature to him. However, the allure of the **Blood Demon Codex (Upper Volume)** was simply too weak for him. After all, the upper volume of this supreme technique could only be cultivated by those below the True God level.
Moreover, at the White Monarch’s level, even a complete supreme technique held little appeal—unless it was something truly unique.
For instance, the techniques of the **Annihilation Legion**, hailed as the “strongest defense,” were personally devised by the master of Heartlake Island—the mightiest figure across countless cosmic epochs. Defense was undeniably crucial on the path of cultivation; only by surviving could one advance further. Unfortunately, joining the Annihilation Legion was exceedingly difficult. Aside from Pang Yi, only Dongbo Xueying had barely managed to pass its trials—and even then, only the soldier-level test.
As for the **Blood Demon Codex**, the White Monarch might, at most, glean some insights from it, perhaps catching a glimpse of the methods employed by the **Demon Ancestor**—second only to the master of Heartlake Island across the epochs. Alternatively, obtaining the original text would allow him to pass it down to his disciples. At the very least, it would suffice for those below the True God level to cultivate the upper volume.
But that was all it was good for.
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**Whoosh.**
The White Monarch exited the Three-Headed Divine Mountain, stepping onto the clouds high above, where a chair and table materialized before him.
Settling in, he leisurely sipped wine while his divine sense effortlessly enveloped the entire layer of the Abyssal World. The moment Dongbo Xueying emerged from the Three-Headed Divine Mountain, he would be detected instantly. As for Dongbo Xueying’s strength? The White Monarch couldn’t care less.
“Has the White Monarch given up?” A figure appeared beside him—a black-robed, bird-headed humanoid with golden eyes.
“The first fifty layers of the Abyssal World are my domain. The upper volume of the **Blood Demon Codex** is mine as well,” the White Monarch replied coolly, swirling his wine. “Demon Falcon, none of the other Venerables dare interfere. You, however, are quite bold.”
“Keh keh keh,” the Demon Falcon Venerable cackled, his voice grating. “White Monarch, treasures belong to those with the strength to claim them. Right now, the **Blood Demon Codex** is with Dongbo Xueying—it can hardly be considered yours.”
“Hmph,” the White Monarch scoffed, ignoring him.
He held nothing but disdain for the Demon Falcon Venerable.
In a direct confrontation, the White Monarch could annihilate him within three moves. However, the Demon Falcon Venerable would never engage in such a battle—his path was not one of slaughter, but of evasion. He was a master of escape, so much so that even the White Monarch or the more formidable **Silent Extinction Emperor** could do nothing to stop him. Faced with such an elusive, unkillable nuisance, the White Monarch could only pretend he didn’t exist.
“The **Blood Demon Codex** is in the Qi Water World. If you want it, go ahead,” the White Monarch said, downing his wine. With a single strike, he could probe a hundred-meter section of the dark-red membrane. In contrast, the Demon Falcon Venerable, lacking combat prowess, could likely only manage a single meter at a time.
“Keh keh keh, the **Blood Demon Codex** isn’t worth the effort,” the Demon Falcon Venerable chuckled, though his words were merely a face-saving excuse. In truth, his probing speed was pathetically slow.
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