“Your words are bold indeed.” Dongbo Xueying wasted no time, instantly moving forward as his Blood-Drinking Spear slashed forth with immense force.
Boom~~~~
The spear shaft itself bent slightly, wreathed in titanic illusions of swirling dark stars. Once more, he unleashed the killing technique—”Maelstrom Crush.”
The surrounding space began to fracture, everything in its path dissolving into seething torrents of particles, like a churning cauldron of primordial energy. The devastation stretched for thousands of miles, its wrath unerringly directed at the Divine Sorcerer (Wu Shen) before him.
The massive scale of the attack was deliberate on Dongbo Xueying’s part!
Even a mere brush against the golden-robed Wu Shen, whose power was confined to the pinnacle of a demigod’s might, would spell instant annihilation!
In truth, the “Star Tower World” was also channeling the might of heaven and earth against the golden-robed Wu Shen, yet the Wu Shen stood there, as if both present and absent at once. The heavenly forces couldn’t even touch a single strand of him.
“Truly formidable power,” the golden-robed Wu Shen frowned. He had no fear of Dongbo Xueying’s techniques or cultivation level, since those spear techniques were like child’s play to him. But when it came to raw, devastating power? That was where the Wu Shen felt troubled.
“Hmph.”
The Witch God let out an icy snort.
With a single step forward,
Hua!
All around him, time and space blurred—the very fabric of heaven and earth dissolved into obscurity. The celestial might before him grew indistinct, shadows and the void warping into unrecognizable shapes. It was as though the entire world had melted into a swirling distortion, save for the golden-robed Wu Shen, who stood as the sole vivid figure in existence. As he strode forward, Dongbo Xueying’s devastating spear thrust surged toward him, yet it seemed to pass through entirely separate realms, as if they existed in diverging dimensions.
The spear passed through, its might still hazy, while he himself remained real and clear.
“This… this…”
Dongbo Xueying hated this feeling.
It was as if everything he had cultivated and understood was a joke.
Time, space, void, gravity, the celestial might—all that he could normally perceive—now blurred and faltered before the golden-robed Wu Shen. It was as if all his painstakingly cultivated power had become utterly futile.
“No, this is an illusion! No matter how powerful he feels, his might is still limited to the peak of a demigod. As long as my spear touches him even slightly, he will die.” Dongbo Xueying tried to convince himself.
Yet everything he could perceive,
Including his own body, seemed to blur. Even his ears could no longer hear sound.
“Die!”
The golden-robed Wu Shen, the sole vivid and tangible existence within the vast expanse of heaven and earth, had already materialized before him, his palm lashing out with divine might.
His hand was thin and bony, yet it passed through Dongbo Xueying’s divine armor as if it were nothing, piercing into his body.
“Boom!!!”
A terrifying attack erupted from within Dongbo Xueying.
The Witch God withdrew his hand and swiftly retreated.
Dongbo Xueying sensed an eerie vortex swirling within him, as though it sought to twist and annihilate all in its path. Yet this vortex was restrained by an even more formidable force—the immutable laws of the material universe! Laws that even the mightiest beings dared not defy. No matter how profound the mysteries of this vortex, its power remained confined to the pinnacle of a demigod’s might.
It was like a needle—any child could wield it to pierce an adult’s skin. But if the hand wielding the needle belonged to an ant, its strength would be too weak to even scratch the surface, let alone pose a real threat.
Exactly the same principle applied.
The “Ten Thousand Calamities Primordial Body” stood firm like an unshakable mountain. This terrifying gray vortex couldn’t even damage Dongbo Xueying’s body in the slightest.
“Hmm?”
The Witch God retreated into the distance, frowning as he gazed upon Dongbo Xueying.
“This… this is truly…” Dongbo Xueying finally withdrew his spear, the world before him returning to normal, the heavens and earth once again feeling real. His heart was filled with shock. “Is this the power of a First-Rank Divine Heart?”
The gap in cultivation was simply too vast.
His techniques, his defenses—his power was clearly far superior, yet he couldn’t even touch the enemy.
When he fought against beings with a Second-Rank Divine Heart, he felt evenly matched, even capable of victory.
But before a First-Rank Divine Heart, he was nothing more than a joke.
“Let me try again,” the Witch God muttered, unwilling to give up.
Boom.
Everything in the world still felt tangible, yet the Divine Sorcerer Wu Shen had faded into utter obscurity, as though he had ascended beyond this realm.
Xiu!
The hazy silhouette transformed into a streak of radiance. Even Xue Ying Dongbo’s own eyes failed to track its movement—only through the omniscient awareness of his Star Tower Realm could he perceive the Divine Witch materializing instantly before him. Once more, Xue Ying Dongbo unleashed his spear arts, channeling the devastating might of “Vortex Annihilation,” causing the surrounding space to fracture anew under its overwhelming force.
The hand of the Wu Shen slipped effortlessly into Dongbo Xueying’s body once more, giving a light tap within before his shadowy figure vanished, fleeing ten thousand miles away.
“Hmm?” Dongbo Xueying easily detected an invisible needle-like point resting on his heart, attempting to pierce inward. The tiny needle-point contained infinite layers of laws and principles, representing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.
However…
It still failed to penetrate, and the needle-point dissipated.
…
The Wu Shen gnashed his teeth in fury. “I have cultivated for countless epochs, tempering the Supreme Divine Heart, and have truly glimpsed the primordial essence of the cosmic laws! A mere mortal stands before me like an insignificant ant. Yet cursed be the material world’s restrictions, suppressing my power to the apex of a demigod. This Dongbo Xueying’s physique is monstrously resilient—I cannot even budge him!”
Cultivation too low, possessing only immense power—just like Dongbo Xueying now, unable to even touch the enemy.
Yet without divine power, wielding only cultivation—much like the Witch God—he remained unable to shake Dongbo Xueying.
Of course…
Under normal circumstances, a higher cultivation level naturally draws upon the might of the heavenly laws. Thus, those with higher cultivation should possess immense power. However, the “Material World” had its own laws, protecting mortals. Even deities could not forcefully enter. Even world gods and great beings could only manifest divine fragments with power limited to the peak of a demigod.
This level of might was enough to deal with ordinary immortals and newly ascended deities. But against someone like Dongbo Xueying, a peerless immortal, it was utterly ineffective.
“My cultivation is still too weak,” Dongbo Xueying murmured, his heart trembling after the brief exchange of blows. “The laws of the Material World suppress me. Without this restraint, before the likes of the Witch God or a mighty Demon God, I would likely be obliterated in a single strike.”
“No.” The Witch God suppressed his frustration as well. “My power is still insufficient. It seems I must resort to Witch Poison. This Dongbo Xueying keeps obliterating everything in his path, shattering space and the void, making it treacherous to traverse through the chaos… I cannot attack too frequently. Excessive strikes will easily provoke his retaliation.”
“After ascending to the rank of World God, I forged two supreme Wu Du—one cultivated within my blood-bound divine weapon, and the other requiring manipulation through World God energy.” The Wu Shen frowned.
The path of Voodoo was equally enigmatic and boundless. The mightier the Voodoo, the more unforgiving the conditions for its existence. Just as the purer the bloodline, the scarcer its descendants. The natural order of heaven and earth governed all things, rendering potent Voodoo ever more elusive to command.
The Witch God (Wu Shen), constrained by a body at the pinnacle of demigod power, could barely wield a handful of divine-grade Witch Toxins (Wu Du).
“No matter what, I must try. If the Ghost Sixfold Curse can be broken, it doesn’t mean other Witchcraft Poisons can be.” The Witch God extended his right hand. Among his fingers, three faintly radiated with distinct hues—one emerald, one obsidian, and one wreathed in swirling violet sigils. Clearly, the Witch God had ascended his mastery of Witchcraft Poison to a divine realm.
“Turning into chaos to traverse seems far more perilous. Reducing all to void… perhaps more efficient?” The Witch God stirred once more.
Once more, all things in the world blurred.
All laws began to blur.
Only the Witch God remained real.
He stepped forward.
Dongbo Xueying gritted his teeth, ignoring the sensation that everything had blurred, wildly slashing his Blood-Drinking Spear, once again unleashing the Maelstrom Crush, desperately trying to destroy everything. Yet everything he destroyed seemed hazy and unclear.
In the blink of an eye, the Divine Witch stood before Dongbo Xueying.
He locked eyes with Dongbo Xueying.
In that moment, the two stared at each other.
The Witch God’s right hand pierced through Dongbo Xueying’s chest. His divine armor flickered weakly, utterly defenseless. Even Dongbo Xueying’s protective spells and secret arts proved completely powerless to stop it.
The Witch God swiftly retreated, watching Dongbo Xueying from a distance with tension.
The heavens and earth regained their clarity, yet Dongbo Xueying had already sensed the Wu Du lurking within him!
“Wu Du! Three types of Wu Du!” Dongbo Xueying’s expression slightly changed.
“It must succeed! It must succeed!” Wu Shen prayed anxiously. After this battle, he believed even the intervention of a mighty Demon God would likely offer little hope. The power of a demigod was simply too feeble to threaten Dongbo Xueying. Yet Wu Du presented a far greater chance. Should Wu Du also fail, Wu Shen could conceive of no other recourse.
Only seconds later,
“Hu.”
Dongbo Xueying let out a breath, expelling three streams of sinister Wu Du energy—ebony, viridian, and amethyst—from his lips.
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