Lan Xiaobu had originally planned to seal the void passage in the Great Path Gobi Valley, something he couldn’t have done before, but now, having ascended to a fifth-turn sage through spatial laws, he could fully seal it.
Yet, upon learning someone was slaughtering across his Great Desolate Divine Realm, how could he still care about sealing passages? Whoever it was, even a pack of ninth-turn sages, he’d take them down, in all his years of cultivation, his proudest feat wasn’t reaching fifth-turn, but building a lawful divine realm—the Great Desolate Divine Realm.
The more it thrived, the stronger his Dao’s fortune grew.
The Reincarnation Pot flew just half a day when Lan Xiaobu spotted a ravaged divine city, its walls crumbled, bones scattered everywhere.
“Xiaobu, how’d Hai Ting Divine Dao City end up like this?” Su Cen asked, staring at the faded city name, unsettled, even if a city here had trouble, it shouldn’t be left in ruins like this.
Lan Xiaobu calmed himself, saying slowly, “Someone’s eyeing my place, aiming to ascend to ninth-turn through karma here, but they’re blind.”
“Is he still around?” Su Cen shivered, having been with Lan Xiaobu, she wasn’t clueless.
Karma could lead to sagehood, he’d told her, but those who used it were the scum of scum, not normal people.
“Whether he is or not, I won’t let him off,” Lan Xiaobu said, pulling out his Dao Lord Seal.
Activated, it fused with his Dao’s charm instantly, he closed his eyes, though his strength couldn’t yet sense the entire realm, he could pinpoint where killing intent flared.
Under the Great Desolate Dao Court’s laws, vendettas and large-scale fights were rare, so any killing intent signaled trouble.
“Found him, let’s go,” the Reincarnation Pot turned into a streak, racing toward the Longevity Sea.
Bian Hai Sage Dao City, built less than five hundred years ago, was already among the realm’s top divine cities.
Near the Longevity Sea, its rich cultivation resources drew修士 from across the realm, plus numerous teleportation arrays made travel easy, in centuries, millions gathered here, more than one even ascended to first-turn sage.
But now, panic gripped Bian Hai Sage Dao City, it was sealed—not by its own array, but by an outsider.
Beyond the city, a pile of slain修士 lay, above them sat a handsome man in midair.
Every local guessed who he was—the Demise Sage, said to have butchered tens of millions here recently, he sealed the city not to spare them, but to build karma for a higher ascent, when ready, he’d wipe them all out.
City lord Chi Huan, a quasi-sage, paced like an ant on a hot pan.
Appointed by the Dao Court, he couldn’t even send word out, with the Dao Lord away, Bian Hai seemed doomed, and he was powerless.
Gu Shishe sat in the void above the city’s open plaza, corpses forming a circle beneath him, faint charm swirled in the space above.
He felt lucky, lucky his escape led him here, to the Great Desolate Divine Realm, honestly, before or after cosmic rules stabilized, even pre-apocalypse, he’d never seen a divine realm so clear in rules and thick in fortune.
This place was his karmic paradise, arriving as a sixth-turn sage, he’d hit seventh-turn after wiping out a few markets and two cities.
Gu Shishe was sure he could reach ninth-turn here.
At first, he’d been cautious, fearing a supreme powerhouse in such a perfect realm, so he picked remote markets and sparse spots for his karma climb.
Later, he realized he’d overthought it—no supreme threats, not even a decent challenge, so today, he chose a big city, Bian Hai Sage Dao City.
After absorbing its slaughter karma, he’d aim for the realm’s biggest, Longevity Sage Dao City, refining both would push him to eighth-turn, then he’d use Longevity as his base, refining the whole realm’s karma to hit ninth-turn.
A cold smirk crossed his lips, Kong Jia, huh? Once he hit ninth-turn, let’s see how you chase me, causality so great? At ninth-turn, he’d turn it into karma, aiming for eternal sagehood.
As charm stacked, his aura darkened to pitch black, signaling a surge in karma, ready to slaughter Bian Hai for more.
Killing laws gathered above, tearing at souls, everyone in the city stared in despair at the descending doom.
Knowing death loomed with no resistance possible, their fear, rage, and reluctance peaked the city’s karmic charm.
“Slaughter!” As the killing laws sharpened into near-visibility, Gu Shishe opened his eyes, hands slashing down.
Boom! Crack!
The black slaughter laws didn’t breach the city’s defense array—they shattered midair.
What happened? Gu Shishe leapt up, then saw a craft land outside, faint rule traces lingered, his killing laws torn apart by someone from that craft.
“Who are you?” He got out four words, then gaped, that wasn’t just a craft—it was the Reincarnation Pot.
“You’re Dao Lord Lan Xiaobu of the Great Desolate Dao Court?” Gu Shishe realized, but he didn’t care, he’d scoped the realm, Lan Xiaobu was the Dao Lord, sure, but just a first-turn sage, only rising through timing and allies.
“It’s the Dao Lord!” Chi Huan, recognizing Lan Xiaobu, shouted in excitement.
No need for him to say it—nearly every修士 in Bian Hai knew Lan Xiaobu had come.
That soul-crushing killing law, set to rip the city’s array, had been blasted apart by a single punch, all saw the Reincarnation Pot land, a man and woman aboard, the man none other than Dao Lord Lan Xiaobu.
Though the city stayed sealed,修士 cheered, shouting for the Dao Lord’s eternity.
“Great Demise Technique, you’re the Demise Sage?” Lan Xiaobu stared coldly at the man.
The Great Demise Technique scroll sat in his cosmic model, he mastered it too, unlike the Demise Sage, who used it to ascend, Lan Xiaobu treated it as just a skill.
“No, how’d you tear my demise killing law?” Gu Shishe snapped awake, eyeing Lan Xiaobu.
Before an answer, excitement hit him—he got it, only someone with the Great Demise Technique could shatter his killing law so cleanly.
“You have the Great Demise Technique scroll? How’d you steal it?” Gu Shishe’s voice shook, staring at Lan Xiaobu.
If he got it back, ascending to ninth-turn here, he’d have a real shot at eternity, as for beating Lan Xiaobu and reclaiming it, he never doubted he could, even here, even with Lan Xiaobu as Dao Lord, strength gaps made it irrelevant, he was nearing eighth-turn, Lan Xiaobu couldn’t top second-turn.
Lan Xiaobu raised his hand slowly, wild Dao aura swirled around him, no killing intent, yet a terrifying spatial lock pinned Gu Shishe.
“How?” Feeling his life and Dao locked by the Great Demise Technique, Gu Shishe’s eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
He was the Demise Sage, master of the demise Dao, yet this man used it to trap his essence and path—could there be anything more absurd or ironic?
