The Longevity Domain expanded wildly, stacking upon itself.
The oppressive void eased, the suffocating feeling finally fading. Lan Xiaobu’s Longevity Halberd didn’t unleash a halberd beam but stirred a ripple of distorted principles.
Huang Buz’s rules, which suppressed this space, gradually clarified. In the distance, Fate Saint Zhen Changyuan watched with delight. She hadn’t expected Lan Xiaobu to bring her such a surprise, making Huang Buz’s charm principles clear. If they grew just a bit sharper, Lan Xiaobu could easily tear through Huang Buz’s domain.
Zhen Changyuan was thrilled, but Lan Xiaobu was alarmed. His Rule-Breaking Wheel Pattern clarified the opponent’s divine arts and domain principles—merely the first step. Then, it should have shredded those rules, crushing the foe.
Yet, in reality, his Wheel Pattern only slightly clarified Huang Buz’s rules before its divine principles collapsed. Clearly, it was useless against Huang Buz.
If the Wheel Pattern failed, Lan Xiaobu didn’t need to guess—his other arts, like Seven-Tone Kill or Samsara Bridge, would do no harm either.
“Hm?” Huang Buz sensed the Wheel Pattern’s power and let out a surprised sound. Far from intimidated, he showed delight.
It wasn’t that Lan Xiaobu’s art was weak—Huang Buz’s realm was simply far higher, preventing Lan Xiaobu from tearing his domain. If Huang Buz mastered this art, he’d be nearly unmatched among peers, with few Derived Realm Saints daring to challenge him.
Initially planning to shatter Lan Xiaobu’s body and seize his world, Huang Buz changed tactics—he’d capture him alive.
He raised a hand, summoning an Eight Trigrams Disk. But before he could deploy it, Lan Xiaobu unleashed a massive millstone. As it emerged, it swelled to ten thousand feet, nearly encompassing the entire void.
Lan Xiaobu knew this was his only shot to use the Cosmic Mill. Once the Wheel Pattern lost effect, the millstone couldn’t trap Huang Buz.
Boom! The millstone’s principles surged, tearing apart Huang Buz’s domain, which had begun to blur again. A ferocious killing rule formed two grinding disks. With one motion, they ensnared Huang Buz. A crack sounded—his feet were ground away. Then the top of his head followed.
In moments, the millstone grew from ten thousand to hundreds of thousands of feet, still expanding.
Huang Buz’s face changed. The Cosmic Mill? He hadn’t expected this. He retreated frantically, knowing that even as a Derived Realm cultivator, being caught meant being ground to dust. If he were a Creation Saint, the outcome would be the same.
His realm vastly outstripped Lan Xiaobu’s. If they were equals, he’d already be dust.
He couldn’t fathom how Lan Xiaobu, not yet a Longevity Saint, could wield the Cosmic Mill with such power.
He’d divined that Lan Xiaobu held a supreme auxiliary treasure—his target. With it, he’d become an unrivaled Creation Saint.
But his usually flawless calculations were off. Lan Xiaobu did have a supreme cosmic treasure, but not an auxiliary one—a weapon. The Cosmic Mill ranked among the universe’s mightiest existences.
For the first time, Huang Buz felt wary of Lan Xiaobu. Others saw the Wheel Pattern as ineffective, but without it clarifying his principles, the Cosmic Mill couldn’t have trapped him so fast. This Lan Xiaobu was cunning.
Lan Xiaobu burned his essence blood, relentlessly driving the Cosmic Mill. Its killing aura surged, the disks expanding wildly.
Unlike facing the Undying Saint, whose broken body and soul Lan Xiaobu had easily crushed, Huang Buz was at his peak—body and soul intact, realms above Lan Xiaobu. Without Lan Xiaobu’s unique path, he’d have no fight left. He wouldn’t even summon the millstone or extend his domain—just surrender.
Now, with the millstone out, threatening Huang Buz meant sustaining its killing aura and expanding the disks. Any slack, and Huang Buz would escape, with dire consequences.
Fortunately, the millstone had caught Huang Buz off-guard, weakening him slightly.
Huang Buz fled desperately but found himself still under the millstone’s growing disks. His calves were gone, half his head ground away.
He briefly considered charging Lan Xiaobu, dragging him to death even if it meant his own end. But he dismissed it. Killing Lan Xiaobu under the millstone and dying himself would favor Lan Xiaobu, who could revive with the millstone. Huang Buz would rely on a distant soul fragment, with Fate Saint Zhen Changyuan nearby.
As the disks’ killing principles tore his body, Huang Buz sighed. He summoned a Great Longevity Talisman. The next moment, the millstone’s killing space ripped open a void crack. Huang Buz dove in, vanishing.
“He used a Longevity Talisman to enter the Longevity Land—only Derived Realm cultivators can do that here,” Zhen Changyuan’s voice called from afar. She knew Lan Xiaobu’s strength fell short. With enough power, no talisman, however advanced, could escape the millstone’s space.
She’d seen Lan Xiaobu use the Wheel Pattern to clarify Huang Buz’s principles, nearly tearing his domain. Initially, she’d been pleased, but then sensed trouble—the Wheel Pattern faded fast, like a fleeting bloom.
As worry set in, she was stunned to see Lan Xiaobu summon the Cosmic Mill and drive Huang Buz to flee.
But mid-sentence, she noticed something wrong. Lan Xiaobu’s face was ashen, kneeling in the void, coughing blood. His hair turned gray, then snow-white.
The millstone, nearly a million feet moments ago, shrank to a small disk beside him.
Zhen Changyuan quickly sent a dao fruit into his mouth—Lan Xiaobu lacked the strength to retrieve one himself.
After swallowing it, he exhaled slowly. “Thank you.”
He stored the millstone.
“I thought you had him under control. I didn’t realize the Cosmic Mill drained you so much,” Zhen Changyuan sighed, then added with lingering fear, “Good thing Huang Buz didn’t know your state and fled…”
She trailed off, but the implication was clear: if Huang Buz hadn’t fled, she and Lan Xiaobu faced a grim death.
Lan Xiaobu swallowed more dao fruits, then said, “No, he knew my state. But he had to flee. If he didn’t, I could’ve killed him.”
Lan Xiaobu was certain—if Huang Buz hadn’t escaped, he could’ve killed him, though at the cost of his own life.
Exhausted, with Zhen Changyuan present, he’d have a chance to revive, though his foundation would be damaged, possibly forcing a restart. Huang Buz likely knew this and fled.
After resting, Lan Xiaobu sighed. “I never imagined a Derived Realm cultivator could be so terrifying. Here, I managed to wound him with the millstone. In the Longevity Land, I doubt I could.”
Though he’d never been to the Longevity Land, Lan Xiaobu guessed its rules were far superior. His Wheel Pattern might not clarify Huang Buz’s domain there, making it harder to trap him with the millstone.
Zhen Changyuan stayed silent. She knew he was right but didn’t mention that if Lan Xiaobu spent time in the Longevity Land, his principles, spirit essence, and divine sense would adapt to its charm. Even without reaching Longevity Saint, his strength would rise. If he could trap Huang Buz here, he likely could there too.
Moreover, Huang Buz was a top-tier Derived Realm cultivator in the Longevity Land.
“What’s your plan now?” she asked, seeing Lan Xiaobu take out the Samsara Pot, signaling his intent to leave.
“These bastards come and go to this place, returning to the Longevity Land at will. It gives me an urgent need to find the Seven Realms Stone and head there. What about you, Senior Sister Zhen?” Lan Xiaobu replied.
“I’ll go with you,” she said immediately.
