Chapter 519

Chapter 519: Obliteration Daoist, Indestructible True Spirit

"Uh…"

Luo Yuanfu stared at Ye Xu with hesitation and confusion, unable to discern whether Ye Xu was speaking the truth.

It should be noted that Obliteration Daoist stood among the Great Celestial Lords, ranking among the very pinnacle of the seventy-two Celestial Lords. For Ye Xu to possess such unwavering confidence—could he be a formidable figure above even the Celestial Lords?

The thought sent a chill through Luo Yuanfu’s heart.

It wasn’t impossible.

Such beings, possessing profound comprehension of the universe’s ultimate truths, could very well achieve omniscience.

"Hahaha…" Luo Yuanfu laughed, a profoundly awkward sound as he stiffly flattered, "The Master is all-knowing and all-powerful! How could my old master possibly threaten someone of your stature?"

"If not for the Master informing this lowly one about the Eighth Young Master’s whereabouts, this old man would still be living in fear."

Luo Yuanfu was blatantly lying through his teeth.

But since Luo Yuanfu was showing such courtesy, Ye Xu couldn’t very well strike him down now. Ye Xu couldn’t be bothered to pursue it further.

"If there’s nothing else, you may leave," Ye Xu issued the dismissal.

"This old man takes his leave."

Luo Yuanfu immediately departed from the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.

"Old Yi, how many spots remain open for the Martial Arts Competition?" Ye Xu inquired.

"One hundred and ninety-eight participants currently, all are Nine Tribulations Dao Lords," Yi Tianxing reported. "The final deadline is in seven days."

Ye Xu’s eyes flashed thoughtfully. "After seven days, regardless of the number, every participant will pay a standard fee of two million divine stones each."

"Inform them the stage is the Dao Sovereign Secret Realm."

"The word is already out," Yi Tianxing replied.

Ye Xu gave a slight nod.

"With nearly five billion Hongmeng points now, it’s sufficient to advance to the Two Tribulations Dao Sovereign stage…" He stroked his chin. "Breaking through to Two Tribulations Dao Sovereign requires three billion Hongmeng points…"

"Counting it out, that leaves a surplus of nearly two billion."

"System," Ye Xu solemnly commanded, "calculate the Hongmeng point cost required for each subsequent realm breakthrough."

[Based on the host’s recent favorable feedback, this information is complimentary.]

[Three Tribulations Dao Sovereign — 10 billion Hongmeng points.]

[Four Tribulations Dao Sovereign — 30 billion Hongmeng points.]

[Five Tribulations Dao Sovereign — 100 billion Hongmeng points.]

[Celestial Lord — 3 trillion Hongmeng points.]

[Great Celestial Lord — 50 trillion Hongmeng points.]

"Pfft!"

Ye Xu was utterly engrossed until the final lines made him sputter his tea. "Fifty trillion?"

"How terrifying is the cultivation of a Great Celestial Lord?"

Staring at the system’s itemized list, Ye Xu was utterly dumbfounded.

At this moment, he finally grasped just how fearsome the power of the nine figures behind the Nine Young Masters truly was.

Even for him, advancing from Celestial Lord to Great Celestial Lord represented a gap of roughly seventeen times.

For cultivators in the Hongmeng Dao Realm, the disparity was likely far greater.

"Now I see why they dared to threaten me!" Cold light flashed in Ye Xu’s eyes, followed by a heavy sigh. "A pity the Great Celestial Lord backing the Eighth Young Master didn’t make a move against me."

"Otherwise, capturing just one would’ve let me reach the level of Celestial Lord, even if advancing to Great Celestial Lord remained out of reach."

"System," Ye Xu commanded, "assist me in breaking through to the Two Tribulations Dao Sovereign realm."

Boom!

The moment he spoke, a torrent of energy surged into Ye Xu’s body. His cultivation roared and surged, charging toward the Two Tribulations Dao Sovereign realm.

Now able to freely manipulate the spacetime power of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, breakthroughs that once took half a month or even a month could be completed in mere breaths or hours.

…

Meanwhile,

Luo Yuanfu flew out of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion and shot straight toward the southeast. He sped beyond Canglan Immortal Domain and, after two days, entered an ancient immortal domain.

He arrived at a deep-sea maelstrom and stepped inside.

Whoosh!

Seawater churned violently. Each droplet seemed to be a world unto itself. Luo Yuanfu turned with the currents, passing through droplet after droplet until reaching the deepest depths.

There lay a desolate world. No Dao existed here, only barrenness and silence. Time itself felt suspended; space could not be measured.

Deep within this emptiness floated an ancient hall.

Forged like dark gold, the hall seemed fused with the dead world. Ancient divine patterns etched into its surface—symbols of oblivion—each one resembling a withered universe shaped into form.

Luo Yuanfu felt a profound dread.

This was Obliteration Dao Hall, the strongest man-made weapon of oblivion forged by Obliteration Daoist over eight epochs of the Hongmeng Dao Realm. After all, even as a Great Celestial Lord, his capabilities had limits.

The primordial weapon of oblivion remained the Book of Eternal Silence.

Entering the hall, Luo Yuanfu saw two figures standing within. One was unmistakably the Eighth Young Master—yet his cultivation had reached the Dao Sovereign realm.

The other, draped in black robes, emanated a chillingly sinister aura. Merely approaching him made one’s own Dao wail in anguish, as if facing eternal annihilation.

Even as a Five Tribulations Dao Sovereign, Luo Yuanfu dared not breathe too heavily in the presence of Obliteration Daoist.

"Old Master."

"Young Master."

Luo Yuanfu bowed to the two men respectively.

"Congratulations to the Young Master on being broken and rebuilt, advancing to Dao Sovereign." Luo Yuanfu offered his felicitations.

Eighth Young Master forced a small smile. "Thank you, Uncle Luo."

"How does the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s strength compare to mine?" Obliteration Daoist spoke; his voice was hoarse and grating, like fingernails scraping across a coffin lid, sending chills down the spine.

"This old man cannot fathom the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, yet his strength pales in comparison to the Old Master’s," Luo Yuanfu replied with a flattering smile.

Obliteration Daoist remained expressionless.

His appearance shifted constantly. If one looked closely, it seemed like a mass of writhing black mist, lacking a fixed form—utterly bizarre and unsettling.

"Since the creation of the heavens and earth, the Hongmeng Dao Realm has birthed merely seventy-two Great Celestial Lords. I have met each one." Obliteration Daoist’s lip curled. "Yet, the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion appeared out of nowhere."

"Master, are you suggesting… he is not from the Hongmeng Dao Realm?" Eighth Young Master asked gravely, his expression filled with shock.

"Perhaps not. Perhaps he is."

Obliteration Daoist spoke lightly.

"Your cultivation is too weak. Knowing too much is not beneficial."

He stared at Eighth Young Master, his voice indifferent. "This calamity was your ninth tribulation. Overcoming it, being broken and rebuilt, enables your advance to Dao Sovereign."

"This disciple understands."

Eighth Young Master was utterly reverent.

"Henceforth, cultivate diligently. This Master’s legacy is destined to be passed to you." Obliteration Daoist’s gaze was profound. "This epoch is destined for fierce contention and struggle."

Throughout this, Luo Yuanfu kept his head lowered, letting the words go in one ear and out the other.

Eighth Young Master keenly sensed a hint of abnormality. "Could it be… epoch-changing events will occur?" he inquired curiously.

Obliteration Daoist gave a cold laugh, saying nothing, simply watching him.

A chill rose within Eighth Young Master.

"This disciple takes his leave first."

Eighth Young Master dared not linger any longer.

"You may leave as well."

Obliteration Daoist dismissed Luo Yuanfu and walked solitary into the depths of the Obliteration Dao Hall. Above the void, countless divine patterns interwove, coalescing into innumerable formidable restrictions.

As he approached, the restrictions lifted one by one.

He was the Lord of Oblivion.

The Great Celestial Lord of Oblivion.

Within the Hongmeng Dao Realm, only the legendary Book of Eternal Silence could perhaps surpass him on the Path of Oblivion.

Reaching the innermost sanctum of the hall,

A single wisp of dim light floated in the air.

That light contained the most terrifying power of Oblivion. Even the restrictions set by Obliteration Daoist were gradually, bit by bit, being corroded.

"Holding the undying True Spirit,

In this epoch, I shall inevitably take that step."

Utter naked desire filled Obliteration Daoist’s eyes.

The Great Celestial Lord was not the ultimate end of cultivation.

An old monster who had survived from the most ancient times to the present, Obliteration Daoist possessed far too much knowledge—even concerning the yin and yang realms.

"Master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion…"

Obliteration Daoist chuckled coldly. "You’d be far more interesting… if you truly were from another realm."

…

Upon exiting the Obliteration Dao Hall,

Eighth Young Master’s steps were leaden.

His life-risking experiment had failed.

Even though his primordial spirit had been annihilated, his Dao fruit destroyed, his physical body subdued, Obliteration Daoist could still resurrect him.

Yet, Eighth Young Master retained no memory whatsoever of how he had been revived.

An intuition told him the answers he sought lay hidden within the Obliteration Dao Hall.

"Advanced to Dao Sovereign in the end…"

Eighth Young Master smiled bitterly within his heart.

Suppressing it for hundreds of millions of years, he had ultimately, aided by Obliteration Daoist, survived the ninth tribulation and ascended to Dao Sovereign.

Henceforth,

The remaining Seven Young Masters would likely advance to Dao Sovereign one by one.

"Young Master, now you may properly recuperate. One day, you will avenge that previous insult," Luo Yuanfu declared with righteous indignation.

"When will the cycle of revenge ever truly end?"

Eighth Young Master shook his head with a light laugh. "Uncle Luo, once I have stabilized my realm, I must again trouble you to accompany me as I wander the world."