Chapter 313: Creation of Heaven and Earth

Chen Jiu instantly snapped to attention, urgently murmuring, “Dongbo Xueying, have you been cursed by voodoo?”

Passing the fundamental trial of the Meteor Bridge on the floating island grants one a gift, but only one. Yet Dongbo Xueying chose ‘Creation of Heaven and Earth’—how then about the antidote?

“There’s no cure,” Dongbo Xueying shook his head. “Senior Xiwei said the Ghost Six Grievance Curse is a supreme-grade divine poison. The antidote is far too precious, exceeding the value of any single offering.”

“But what you possess is not the true Voodoo,” Chen Jiu insisted.

“Even weakened, its cure remains far beyond the value of one gift,” Dongbo Xueying replied.

Others nearby—Mountain Master Meishan, the golden-robed young swordsman Emperor Jian, the white-robed girl, and the rest—all looked at Dongbo Xueying. Though sympathetic, none spoke.

“Voodoo, sigh, is truly terrifying,” Chen Jiu lamented. His beloved had perished from voodoo, and not even his Feijian Manor could save her. “Not to mention the Ghost Six Grievance Voodoo, a supreme-grade divine curse. If it were in its original form, even a supreme-grade deity would suffer horribly. The cost to seek a cure would surpass even the rarest of divine weapons.”

Divine treasures, broadly categorized, are ranked as ‘Divine Tier,’ ‘World God Tier,’ and beyond.

Weapons such as the Wushen Sword and Senior Xue are classified as Supreme Divine Tier. Typically, demigods are incapable of wielding Supreme Divine Tier armaments—they can only harness lower-tier Divine weapons.

Yet both the Wushen Sword and Elder Xue possess one striking similarity—they are Blood-Forged Divine Arms! These weapons grow in power alongside their wielders, ascending from lesser Divinity to Supreme Divinity. Bound by the constraints of their materials, the Divine Tier marks their zenith. Forged in blood, even demigods may wield them.

However, they demand extremely compatible souls—only those with souls closely matching the weapon’s original master can activate them.

“Thus, those deities adept in Voodoo are fearsome even within the Divine Realm,” Chen Jiu went on. “I simply never imagined that the Voodoo carried by the Wushen Sword, though diminished, remains incurable even here at Hongshi Mountain.”

“It’s a supreme-grade Voodoo,” interjected Mountain Master Meishan. “Don’t you all see? The offerings here at Hongshi Mountain are rather humble. Not a single divine treasure is presented—only demi-god-tier artifacts. The immensely precious ‘Vision of Creation’ and ‘Paradise of Cultivation’ cost them nothing at all.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Indeed, the actual treasures given are not very valuable. ‘Creation of Heaven and Earth’ is merely for viewing. ‘Cultivation Paradise’ allows brief cultivation without affecting the paradise itself.

“Exactly. It’s precisely ‘Creation of Heaven and Earth’ and ‘Cultivation Paradise’ that attract people,” Chen Jiu shook his head with a smile. You must offer sufficient temptation to demi-gods, or few would dare venture here.

“In the Divine Realm back then, Hongshi Mountain attracted countless demi-gods, even gods themselves. Of course, gods who came for the trial were all supreme-grade divine beings,” Fu Shu added. The demi-gods who came were all peak demi-gods, so naturally, the trials for gods were also supreme-grade.

“You can’t blame Hongshi Mountain for being stingy.”

Dongbo Xueying said, “With countless demi-gods and even divine beings attempting the trial, if the rewards were too generous, Hongshi Mountain couldn’t sustain it over time. Naturally, they must control the value of the gifts. Only things like ‘Creation of Heaven and Earth’ and ‘Cultivation Paradise,’ which cost nothing, can be offered generously.”

“Indeed.”

Everyone nodded.

One demi-god, one divine treasure. Considering the vastness of the Divine Realm, over hundreds of millions of years, how many billions of demi-gods would pass the basic trial? How many divine treasures would need to be given? The numbers would be staggering. Naturally, the value of gifts must be strictly controlled.

“Dongbo Xueying, I didn’t expect you to be so calm despite not having the poison removed,” the golden-robed young swordsman Emperor Jian remarked. “I admire your composure.”

Dongbo Xueying smiled, offering no explanation.

Previously, he had been anxious and resentful, but learning of Senior Chao Qing’s ascension to godhood had lifted his spirits, easing his worries. One must always look forward and not rely too much on fortune.

…

Wu Ma Hai watched ‘Creation of Heaven and Earth’ within the canyon. Half an hour later, the white-robed girl entered.

They took turns, none in a hurry.

Each had half an hour!

Dongbo Xueying arrived last and thus stood at the end of the line.

“Whoosh!”

The invisible force enveloping the canyon suddenly parted, no longer obstructing. Now, outside the canyon entrance, only Dongbo Xueying stood alone. He stepped inside.

The canyon was silent and not very long.

Dongbo Xueying saw a distant figure standing ahead—a black-robed old man.

“Young transcendent,” the black-robed old man gazed at Dongbo Xueying coldly. “Watching the Creation of Heaven and Earth won’t take long. Usually, viewers fall into deep contemplation afterward, but half an hour later, I will still transport you back to Xiwei. Understand this clearly.”

“Yes, Senior,” Dongbo Xueying respectfully bowed.

“This is the Creation of Heaven and Earth imprint,” the black-robed old man pointed toward a cliff wall beside the canyon.

Dongbo Xueying turned to look.

An invisible force blocked the cliff wall, but it quickly receded, revealing a massive depression on the cliff face. The depression bore finger grooves, and Dongbo Xueying instantly recognized—it must have been left by a giant finger pressing against the cliff.

“Don’t think too much, sense it with your mind,” the black-robed old man instructed.

“Yes.”

Dongbo Xueying sat cross-legged, his soul force spreading out, penetrating the depression.

At the moment he touched it—

“Boom!”

Dongbo Xueying ‘saw.’

It was a vast, silent void of darkness. Within this void stood an old man with red hair and a red robe. The old man seemed like a blazing flame, his hair, eyebrows, and beard all fiery red. His eyes glowed with crimson fire. Standing there, his invisible pressure caused the dark void to tremble. Even through the imprint, Dongbo Xueying felt profound reverence and fear.

The red-robed old man extended his right index finger, pointing it forward into the darkness.

His finger seemed to rapidly expand, filling the entire field of vision.

Yet it also seemed incredibly small, penetrating the deepest essence of the void.

“The extreme!”

In an instant, Dongbo Xueying comprehended. From that single finger strike, he perceived the ‘Pole’. The fingertip itself was akin to a Pole! It signified both the end and the origin of all existence!

“Boom~~~~”

With a single strike, space cracked open, and primordial energies surged forth. A world began to gradually expand and take shape from this ‘point.’

Time and space began to manifest within this world.

A mysterious ripple spread throughout the entire world.

And, of course, the most dazzling flames enveloped the entire world…

The world began to form.

It was a vast, fiery world. Plants began to grow, and strange beasts were born. Though vastly different from the Xia Clan’s world, it was still a world teeming with all manner of life.

“Whoosh.”

Everything ended.

Once again, an invisible force covered the cliff wall, blocking Dongbo Xueying’s view.

Dongbo Xueying remained seated cross-legged within the canyon, utterly absorbed. The fundamental laws and profound mysteries of the entire universe unfolded before him, particularly his own in-depth comprehension of “Piercing the Ultimate.” The sight of that red-haired, crimson-robed elder effortlessly shaping heaven and earth with a single finger left him awestruck. Countless insights surged through Dongbo Xueying’s mind. Unconsciously, his fingers began to move before him—sometimes thrusting forward like a spear’s tip, other times sweeping out like an open palm…

The black-robed old man beside him watched silently, expressionless, as he had long grown accustomed to this. In the Divine Realm, countless transcendent beings, even gods themselves, had watched here, only to become entranced and obsessed.

Anyway, no matter how immersed they became, when half an hour passed, he would forcibly transport them away, even if it interrupted their contemplation.