Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Four Tribulations Dao Sovereign

"It was already the ninety-sixth Great Dao World."

Feng Wuji was about to laugh wildly.

The Taixu Domain seemed tailor-made for the Dutian Dao Xuanjing. And most crucially, the ninety-six Great Dao Worlds did not overlap at all with the Origin Dao he had already mastered himself.

Feng Wuji came to believe more and more that the Taixu Domain was a blessing Ye Xu had given him.

On the road.

He had glimpsed the corpse of Dao Sovereign Tianxuan.

After all, he had encountered Dao Sovereign Tianxuan at the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. That person had only left behind an empty shell, his Dao fruit exploited like a borrowed garment, serving as nourishment for one layer of the Taixu Domain.

Feng Wuji felt little emotion.

"Perhaps I might consider cooperating more with the Master," Feng Wuji thought to himself. This time, it could let him forge one hundred and eight Great Dao Worlds. A few more such ventures, and he might quickly achieve Dao Lord status, or even Dao Sovereign.

He then arrived at the next world.

Chaos churned and receded, all phenomena springing from it. It was true chaos—no sky, no earth, no Great Dao existing. Everywhere he gazed was filled with emptiness and ruin.

"There were still two worlds."

Feng Wuji refined the chaotic origin power and forged the one hundred and sixth Great Dao World. Without any hesitation, he dashed into the next reincarnation world.

The void resembled a mirror, reflecting Feng Wuji’s face.

Endless mirror surfaces floated around.

Feng Wuji saw countless versions of himself, from his first life as the Witch Ancestor, to the Mad Daoist.

"Hold on…"

Suddenly.

Feng Wuji’s eyes locked onto one reincarnation mirror. In that mirror, he saw a youth in white robes, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, dazzlingly handsome.

"I lived that existence?" Feng Wuji muttered in confusion.

He did not rush to investigate, but first refined the source of reincarnation. He forged the one hundred and seventh Great Dao World, then let his Divine Sense surge into that reincarnation mirror.

In an instant.

Feng Wuji felt like he had been struck by lightning.

His Divine Sense merged flawlessly with that lifetime of the white-robed youth. Boundless memories flooded into his mind.

He saw Huang Zimo.

At that time, Huang Zimo was still a little phoenix, perched on a divine phoenix tree. But one day, that youth in white robes walked beneath it.

He examined the divine patterns of the divine phoenix tree and comprehended an exquisitely stunning great divine skill, triggering signs in heaven and earth.

From that moment on.

The little phoenix seemed entranced.

Ever after, that youth in white had an ice phoenix by his side. Starting from cultivation, it eventually transformed into human form and accompanied him almost day and night.

Only.

The white-robed youth was solely devoted to seeking the Dao. He could perceive Huang Zimo’s affection, but he never responded. Even so, Huang Zimo never gave up.

But one day.

The white-robed youth suddenly attacked Huang Zimo and suppressed her on Fengqi Mountain. For a hundred years, Huang Zimo remained sealed, and the white-robed youth never returned.

Feng Wuji clearly saw that the white-robed youth had been subdued and killed, with only a wisp of obsession remaining. It drifted through the vast cosmos, eventually descending to the lower realm and vanishing without a trace.

A swooshing sound.

Feng Wuji trembled violently all over his body. A trace of indescribable emotion surfaced in his eyes, resembling both regret and melancholy.

"So, she sees me as his substitute," Feng Wuji murmured.

Only at this moment did Feng Wuji understand why Huang Zimo had spared his life on the Mountain of Two Realms and showered him with such concern.

She had mistaken him for the white-robed youth.

Feng Wuji shook his head and chuckled bitterly.

"He is him, I am me; we are ultimately different." His eyes gradually turned cold and sharp like blades. "Only, the technique he cultivated was actually the Dutian Dao Xuanjing as well…"

All of this could not be a coincidence.

"Perhaps we will face the same enemy."

Feng Wuji muttered to himself, with an eerie look in his eyes. "Thinking about it fills me with excitement."

The white-robed youth possessed unmatched power.

He mastered the Dutian Dao Xuanjing and independently cultivated one hundred and eight Great Dao Worlds. He refined his cultivation to the level of a Nine Tribulations Dao Lord.

He was merely one step from advancing to Dao Sovereign.

But in the end, he died.

A strand of sword light ended his Dao path.

He didn’t even know who the murderer was.

Feng Wuji purged distracting thoughts and stepped into the next world.

This world overflowed with boundless Hongmeng Purple Energy. Ethereal celestial music drifted faintly, harboring endless mysteries. The great Daos of existence all seemed encompassed within the Hongmeng Purple Energy.

This was the Hongmeng Dao.

Though it emitted an aura of the source, it had not yet yielded a Dao fruit.

This only proved that the master of this world held a shallow grasp of Hongmeng Dao, unable to reach the stage of refining a Dao fruit.

Feng Wuji wore a look of regret.

Without the Dao fruit, he couldn’t absorb the knowledge to perfect a Primordial World.

However, he could draw upon the source energy to forge the Primordial World, and then slowly comprehend the mysteries of Hongmeng Dao.

"Among the one hundred and eight Dao Realms, one must take the lead to guide the rest. Hongmeng Dao, being the genesis of heaven and earth and the fountain of all Dharmas, fits perfectly."

Feng Wuji sat in lotus position, activating his mystical technique to refine and assimilate the source energy of Hongmeng.

Gradually.

The one hundred and eighth world took shape.

However, compared to the one hundred and seven Dao Realms within him, the Primordial World appeared illusory and ethereal, as if it were merely a phantom, teetering on the brink of annihilation at any moment.

One hundred and seven Dao fruits were anchored within their respective Dao Realms.

Only the Hongmeng Dao Realm remained starkly empty.

And at this very moment,

a sudden chill crept up Feng Wuji’s spine. It felt as if an eye was watching him from behind.

He whirled around abruptly, but found nothing but empty space.

"There’s no mistake,"

Feng Wuji’s face twisted into a maddened expression, a grimace hovering between laughter and tears. "That eye, this sensation… it’s the same one that targeted the kid in white."

He had witnessed the white-clad youth’s first lifetime and knew the terror of the entity lurking behind it all.

The sole regret was that Feng Wuji hadn’t seen what happened after the white-clad youth was slain.

"I wonder if that person took the one hundred and eight Great Dao Worlds within him," Feng Wuji muttered to himself.

If taken, it would prove one thing.

The master of the Taixu Domain and the one who slew the youth in white were walking the same path.

Plundering others’ Dao fruits to achieve one’s own ascension.

"Why couldn’t it be the master of the Taixu Domain?"

Feng Wuji posed the question to himself and then answered it.

"He is far too foolish…"

A wide, grimacing grin spread across Feng Wuji’s face.

In this period, he had leveraged the power of the Taixu Domain to forge one hundred and eight Dao Realms, completely mastering the Taixu Domain itself.

The methods of the Taixu Domain’s master could not even begin to compare to those of the Behind-the-Scenes Culprit who slew the youth in white.

He licked his lips, a bloodthirsty gleam flashing in his eyes.

At this instant, he truly seemed to have descended into madness.

"How utterly fascinating…"

Feng Wuji’s laughter became increasingly eerie and chilling. "He can devour me… and I can devour him. I wonder who will ultimately achieve ascension?"

…

Above the Canglan River,

a beam of starlight suddenly descended from the heavens.

A man clad in a starry robe, wearing a bronze mask, materialized at the entrance to the Taixu Domain. His aura was highly peculiar, shifting unpredictably from immense, abyss-like profundity to waning fragility.

His state seemed extremely unstable.

"Who did this?"

The masked man growled, barely containing his fury. He was about to charge into the Taixu Domain when his peripheral vision caught the stone tablet of the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.

"Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?"

He had heard too many legends concerning the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion during his absence.

"Hmph!"

The masked man snorted coldly, paying it no heed, and plunged into the Taixu Domain. Sensing the state of the Taixu Domain’s ninety-nine Dao Realms, he threw his head back and let out a furious roar.

"Everyone here must die!"

His killing intent soared to the heavens. In an instant, he traversed layer upon layer of Great Dao Worlds.

"Trouble!"

At that moment,

Meng Qingluo was the first to perceive the masked man’s aura. "A formidable expert has arrived."

"Flee!"

That aura was overwhelmingly powerful; its owner was at the very least a Four Tribulations Dao Sovereign. The strongest among their group was a Dao Sovereign who had only undergone the second Heavenly and Human Tribulation – what chance did they have against a Four Tribulations Dao Sovereign?

"And where do you think you are going?"

The masked man’s sinister, coldly probing voice echoed in the ears of the group.

His gaze was shaded with malice as he stared icily at them.

"You intruders have trespassed upon this sovereign’s secluded cultivation domain. The penalty is death." The masked man made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent. His magic power surged violently, releasing a terrifying aura that saturated the air.

"Only a primordial spirit?"

Meng Qingluo fixed her eyes on the masked man, her expression filled with shock. The figure before her possessed the aura of a genuine Four Tribulations Dao Sovereign, but his state was incomplete.

He was merely a primordial spirit.

Whoosh!

In an abrupt flash,

a possibility struck Meng Qingluo.

"This Taixu Domain… it evolved from your physical body! We are inside your Dao Realm!" Meng Qingluo’s pupils contracted to needle points, stark terror flooding her being.