“Are you in the Eternal Realm?” The black-robed man, seeing Lan Xiaobu completely unaffected by this place, exclaimed in shock, his voice hoarse and unclear. But he quickly realised Lan Xiaobu wasn’t in the Eternal Realm.
“This place is called the Lost Sea. Did you create it? Are you cultivating the Indestructible Great Dao?” Lan Xiaobu asked.
Having perfected the Indestructible Great Dao with his Cosmic Dimension Model, he was familiar with it. The moment the man circulated his technique, Lan Xiaobu sensed it.
The black-robed man stopped his cultivation, his single eye coldly fixed on Lan Xiaobu. After a dozen breaths, he said in his rough voice, “Who are you? Why have you come to my place?”
Lan Xiaobu chuckled, “Who I am doesn’t matter. This isn’t your place either. And since I’m here today, I’ll conveniently end your miserable life.”
“Haha…” The black-robed man burst into laughter. “I, Zhuang Yincheng, have roamed the cosmos for billions of miles, and I’ve never seen a junior as arrogant as you.”
Lan Xiaobu said calmly, “Oh, so you don’t believe I can kill you? Well then, let’s see if I can.”
Zhuang Yincheng’s eyes showed no trace of panic, only composure. “With your strength to stand here, you might have a chance to kill this clone of mine. Just a chance, mind you. But I, Zhuang Yincheng, became the Indestructible Saint because no one in the vast cosmos can truly kill me. Kill this clone, and you’ll only make me remember you—you’ll be my target for eternity. Besides, you’re not even guaranteed to kill this clone.”
Lan Xiaobu smiled. “Are you threatening me?”
“Not a threat, just the truth. Since the Lost Sea can’t harm you, and we have no grudge, why create one? Leave, and I won’t act against you. Besides…” Zhuang Yincheng’s gaze shifted to Tai Chuan. “You have a top-tier chaos divine beast. In the Land of Eternal Life, you could achieve great things. And there, even if you can’t gain a friend, you shouldn’t gain an enemy.”
Lan Xiaobu opened his hand, the Longevity Halberd appearing in his palm. “I’m definitely killing you today. Years ago, my wife came here, and you killed her. Tell me, shouldn’t I take revenge?”
Without waiting for Zhuang Yincheng’s reply, Lan Xiaobu swung the Longevity Halberd, unleashing a wave of vast halberd energy while his Longevity Domain pressed toward Zhuang Yincheng.
Zhuang Yincheng had no time to wonder when he’d killed Lan Xiaobu’s wife. The blank Indestructible Dao scroll before him suddenly unfurled, forming a sky-like protective barrier, while his domain surged outward.
Boom! Lan Xiaobu was astonished to find his halberd strike hit as if striking an unresisting cotton ball, his dao rhythm and divine energy dissipating entirely.
At the same time, an indestructible, eternal domain crushed toward him.
A crack sounded as Lan Xiaobu’s domain split open, a fissure forming in his Longevity Realm.
This guy’s strong, Lan Xiaobu thought, stunned. He was certain that before falling, this Indestructible Saint was no ordinary Eternal Saint but a Creation powerhouse. And that blank Indestructible Dao scroll, stripped of its contents, was still a top-tier defensive treasure.
Lan Xiaobu’s Longevity Dao principles surged, and the cracked domain mended itself.
“Huh!” Seeing he hadn’t torn Lan Xiaobu’s domain apart, Zhuang Yincheng let out a surprised sound. He raised his hand, conjuring billions of grey dao principles that filled the space in an instant. Lan Xiaobu’s Longevity Domain trembled again, on the verge of cracking once more. Under the grey indestructible dao principles, Lan Xiaobu felt like a tiny ant, ready to be crushed into nothingness by this lofty force.
Lan Xiaobu’s expression shifted. Initially, he hadn’t taken this broken figure seriously. Now he realised this man was far stronger than Meng Bucheng, who was only Creation Realm—ten times stronger, at least.
This made Lan Xiaobu understand the terror of Creation Saints. This was just a reborn Creation Saint with a shattered body and soul, not even restored to the Eternal Realm. Yet, with imperfect indestructible dao principles, he wielded such fearsome dao suppression. If he recovered to Creation Realm—or even just Creation Dao Realm—those principles would force Lan Xiaobu to flee as far as possible.
In that moment, Lan Xiaobu deeply admired the youth the Saint of Fate mentioned, who escaped seven Creation powerhouses’ pursuit in the Land of Eternal Life without reaching Eternal Realm. Whether he was killed later or not, escaping at all was beyond formidable—it was mythical.
No, he had to get to the Land of Eternal Life and reach Eternal Realm fast. Otherwise, when Creation powerhouses came for him, he might not even have the chance to flee.
With that thought, Lan Xiaobu tired of tangling with this Indestructible Saint named Zhuang Yincheng. He raised his hand and summoned a massive millstone.
As the millstone appeared, Zhuang Yincheng’s grey indestructible dao principles filling the space were ground to nothing. His domain and divine dao rhythms were obliterated too. And that was just the start. The millstone then unleashed boundless killing aura, forming a colossal, sky-piercing mill.
“Cosmic Mill!” Zhuang Yincheng stared at the crushing millstone, his eyes filled with despair.
Crack! Crack-crack-crack… The Cosmic Mill’s massive disc caught Zhuang Yincheng’s arm, the grinding sound clear as day.
Zhuang Yincheng didn’t resist, muttering, “You have the Cosmic Mill… Cosmic Mill…”
In an instant, Zhuang Yincheng, his dao principles, and his voice vanished into the Cosmic Mill’s vast killing aura.
Lan Xiaobu stared at the millstone hovering in the void. The Indestructible Saint Zhuang Yincheng was gone, not even a trace of his aura left. Lan Xiaobu was stunned by the Cosmic Mill’s terror—it wasn’t just terrifying, it was heaven-defying.
Not only Zhuang Yincheng but his world and the blank dao scroll were ground to nothingness.
Thankfully, Lan Xiaobu had acquired the Cosmic Mill. If someone else used it against him, would he have a chance to escape?
After thinking for a while, he felt that if he fled the moment the Cosmic Mill appeared, he might escape. But once it locked onto him, he’d have no chance.
Taking a deep breath, Lan Xiaobu stowed the Cosmic Mill.
He knew he’d only killed an important reborn clone of Zhuang Yincheng. The man would likely return. But Lan Xiaobu wasn’t worried about him—it was Creation Saints that concerned him.
Zuo Xuantian had once said that cosmic treasures like the Cosmic Mill might number nine. Their universe alone had three: Lan Xiaobu’s Cosmic Dimension Model, the Cosmic Mill, and the Seven Realms Stone he was seeking. If he met a Creation Saint with a cosmic treasure in the Land of Eternal Life, what could he do?
After pondering without a clear answer, Lan Xiaobu summoned five Seven Realms Stone Flags. A faint natural restriction pattern appeared in the void. With a swing of his Longevity Halberd, he tore it open, and the five flags flew inside. A flag engraved with “Six Realms Stone” appeared before him.
Lan Xiaobu grabbed it, collecting all six Seven Realms Stone Flags into his Longevity Realm.
For now, he ignored Zhuang Yincheng and the Creation Saints. His priority was securing the Seven Realms Stone Flags.
Leaving the Lost Sea, Lan Xiaobu immediately set out the six flags, only to be dumbfounded. Weren’t they supposed to point to the final flag? Now, with all six, they gave no direction.
What now? He needed the Seven Realms Stone under his control. Without it, he couldn’t access the Longevity Realm, and all his efforts would be for nothing.
Lan Xiaobu wondered if the Seven Realms Stone Flags were the Seven Realms Stone itself. But then he recalled seeing the flags beneath the Seven Realms Desert.
Regardless, he decided to return and check. Fortunately, he knew the Seven Realms Stone’s location—in Zhan’ai Holy Dao City, protected by his array.
He’d test if the Seven Realms Stone was the seventh flag. If not, he’d keep searching. If it was, he’d settle things there and head to the Land of Eternal Life. To be free, to prevent the Great Desolate Divine Realm from being a stepping stone or casually destroyed, he had to go there and, ideally, take down those self-righteous Creation powerhouses.
In Lan Xiaobu’s mind, only by becoming a Creation Saint himself could he ensure the safety of the Great Desolate Divine Realm and protect this plane. He couldn’t know others’ thoughts, but he knew his own.
