The nearby Qingjia Guard immediately embraced Dongbo Xueying. With a “whoosh,” their figure flashed and landed on the ground. With a wave of his palm, the surface was instantly sliced flat. Only then did he gently place down Dongbo Xueying, who now resembled a golden statue. From above, Sikong Yang, Palace Master Chen, Mountain Master He, and others instantly followed, descending rapidly to the ground.
“Hurry, save him! He won’t last much longer,” the Qingjia Guard urged anxiously. “We can’t afford to wait any longer!”
“Hey Yuan, come quickly and check on him,” Palace Master Chen turned to Mountain Master He beside him.
“Alright.”
Mountain Master He nodded slightly, his expression grave as he gazed at Dongbo Xueying, who lay motionless like a metallic sculpture. His entire body was protected by armor—how could he even examine him? His magical power couldn’t penetrate it either.
“Open his mouth,” Mountain Master He instructed the Qingjia Guard.
The Qingjia Guard immediately reached out and gently pried open Dongbo Xueying’s tightly shut mouth—it opened easily! During the battle, the Flowing Gold Armor protected every inch of his body, including his ears and even his lips, with the golden armor completely sealed shut. However, after the elders like Orland fled, Dongbo Xueying had opened his mouth to speak after exiting the Illusory Realm, so the golden armor had naturally receded from his lips.
He had not expected that merely catching sight of Jing Qiu in the distance would cause his spirit to relax slightly, and he would immediately fall into a deep coma, not even having the chance to say anything to Palace Master Chen and the others.
“Xueying has been poisoned by the Witch God Sword,” the Azure Armor Guard urgently cautioned. “Mountain Master He, you must take great care when examining him.”
“Don’t worry, you step aside,” Mountain Master He ordered, his heart tightening at the mention of the Witch God Sword’s poison.
Though he didn’t know exactly what the Witch God Sword was, from its name alone, he could guess—it must be related to the Witch God.
Earlier, when Mountain Master He had asked the Qingjia Guard to open Dongbo Xueying’s mouth, it was only to confirm that his lips weren’t sealed by armor. Since they weren’t, the task was simpler. Though his lips were closed, there was a tiny gap.
With his spiritual power guiding a thread of magical energy, he easily slipped through the small opening in Dongbo Xueying’s lips and into his body, beginning to seep into his muscles and bones to examine him closely.
But the moment the energy entered—
He immediately encountered an extremely terrifying force—evil and savage, deeply embedded in the very core of his muscles and bones, even penetrating down to the particle level.
Fortunately, both magical energy and battle qi were unaffected by the poison, so Mountain Master He could still investigate. However, the same also meant that neither magical energy nor battle qi could expel or resist the poison.
“What kind of poison is this?” Mountain Master He was completely stunned. “It’s completely infiltrated every part of Xueying’s body—even his dantian sea of energy has been fully invaded. It’s as if it has become a symbiotic entity with Xueying, merging completely with him at the particle level. It’s impossible to remove.”
At the most fundamental level, every single particle of his body was infected with the mysterious poison.
“Unless one is powerful enough to analyze and manipulate each particle, shattering them to completely expel the poison, and then reassembling the intact particles?” Mountain Master He shook his head, his face darkening. Particles were the smallest known building blocks of matter—delving into their deeper structure and splitting them was beyond his imagination.
It was undoubtedly a realm of gods.
…
A large group of Xia Clan demigods had gathered nearby, watching as Mountain Master He examined Dongbo Xueying. When they saw his furrowed brow and grim expression, their hearts sank.
“I can’t do anything,” Mountain Master He’s voice was hoarse. He truly wanted to save Dongbo Xueying.
“Nothing can be done?” The Xia Clan demigods were stunned.
“This… this…” Palace Master Chen grew anxious. His gaze swept over the gathered Xia Clan demigods before settling on a lonely old man standing at the far edge of the group. This old man was a traveler from another world, and his cultivation level surpassed any of the Xia Clan demigods. He was also highly knowledgeable—previously, he had played a major role in breaking formations.
“Master Meishan, please give it a try,” Palace Master Chen pleaded.
“Alright.”
The lonely old man didn’t ask for any conditions. A thread of his transcendent battle qi immediately seeped into Dongbo Xueying’s mouth. After a quick examination, he shook his head slightly. The reason he didn’t ask for anything was because he had already suspected he might be powerless to help. Reality proved his prediction correct.
“This Wu Shen Jian, the Witch God Sword, must have been the blade of the Witch God, wielded through countless ages,” the solitary elder murmured, shaking his head. “This venom surpasses even our transcendent prowess. If you truly wish to save Dongbo Xueying, you must seek the ancestral deities of your Xia Clan. Moreover, the dreadful poison from the Witch God Sword ceaselessly corrodes Dongbo Xueying’s flesh. Fortunately, he has already forged an immortal body, and his vital essence instinctively sustains his form. Yet this drains his life force relentlessly. Once it is utterly exhausted, he shall perish! Therefore, you must act swiftly. If my judgment holds, Dongbo Xueying’s immortal physique can endure for no more than an hour at most!”
“What?!”
“Only an hour?!”
“Quickly, quickly!” The Xia Clan demigods were shocked.
“Return to the Xinfeng Palace!” Palace Master Chen immediately gave the order, and the Qingjia Guard instantly picked up Dongbo Xueying.
Whoosh! One after another, they quickly entered the massive Ding Jiu warship hovering above.
“Brother Changfeng, take me with you,” near the Xia Clan demigods stood other transcendent beings—Yu Jingqiu, Puyang Bo, and others. Yu Jingqiu had dared not speak before, only silently watching from behind. But she had heard what Mountain Master He and Master Meishan said, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears. Looking at Dongbo Xueying, lying there like a metallic sculpture, she felt her heart breaking.
He had always been so radiant, seemingly able to solve any problem.
Now he was on the brink of death.
“Let’s go,” Master Gongyang sighed beside her, lifting Yu Jingqiu into the sky.
“You don’t need to go. It won’t help. I’ll inform you when there’s news,” Chi Qiubai said to Puyang Bo, Yu Feng, Yuan Qing, and others.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Soon, the massive Ding Jiu warship in the sky swiftly tore through space and vanished from the skies above Yi Feng City.
“Dongbo, you saved my life before, but now you’re in danger again…” Puyang Bo gazed at the direction where the Ding Jiu warship had disappeared.
“Xueying will be fine. If our Xia Clan ancestors intervene, they will surely save him easily,” Yu Feng said.
“Our Xia Clan ancestors have many great techniques. Everything will be alright.”
They all hoped.
But at this moment, the lonely old man quietly shook his head and sighed inwardly: “Save him? The Xia Clan has many ancestors who have become gods. But from what I know, although some may be very powerful, none have truly reached the level of a ‘World God,’ capable of guiding the souls of believers to reincarnation and reshaping their physical bodies. After all, these are merely ancestral deities of a mortal world. How easily can a truly great being arise? Saving Dongbo Xueying is a faint hope.”
In the Divine Realm, there were countless gods.
Across billions of mortal worlds and the vast Divine Realm, how many had become gods?
How few could truly be called “great beings”?
The Witch God worshipped by the Demon Race, and the Great Demon God worshipped by the Demon Gods, were both great beings who had reached such a level. Of course, the Great Demon God was far more powerful than the Witch God. The Great Demon God had already reached the same level as the Witch God is now, three million years ago.
…
In the Snowstone Castle, inside the study.
Inside a drawer on the desk lay a communication ring. Not long ago, the Red-Robed Dongbo Xueying had still been sitting at this desk, leaving behind his last words for Jingqiu and his family inside the communication ring.
He had prepared for death.
Ordinary people couldn’t access the messages within the communication ring. Only Palace Master Chen could, because he controlled the core operation of all the Xia Clan’s transcendent communication rings. It was because of this core that the communication rings could connect with each other.
Of course, if he survived, these final words would naturally never need to be revealed.
“Hu—”
The instant his true form was impaled by the Wu Shen Jian—the legendary Witch God Sword—a torrent of venom surged through his veins, unleashing agony so excruciating it made even his soul quake. The sheer torment shattered Dongbo Xueying’s battle-qi avatar like fragile sand, dissolving it utterly from the study’s hallowed air.
The battle qi clone only contained a fragment of his soul, and such a small fragment couldn’t sustain a real life.
It required the powerful soul of the main body to maintain the clone.
If the main body’s soul was too preoccupied with pain or lost consciousness, the battle qi clone would disperse. This tiny fragment of soul couldn’t exist independently and would also dissipate.
In the study.
Everything remained calm, with only the communication ring lying silently in the drawer.
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