Lan Xiaobu was visiting the outskirts of the Heavenly Secret Dao City for the second time. Although the grand array of principles here remained unchanged, in Lan Xiaobu’s eyes, it no longer posed a threat to his life.
He had no fear of anyone else in the Heavenly Secret Dao City; his only concern was the Saint of Heavenly Secret. While the saint’s dojo was at the Heavenly Secret Bone and he typically didn’t stay at the Heavenly Secret Dojo, Lan Xiaobu was certain that if anything happened to the city, the Saint of Heavenly Secret would return immediately.
As he entered the range of the city’s trapping-killing array, Lan Xiaobu’s gaze fell on Peng Yuan and the Saint of Eternal Night, who were hung outside the city walls. Their heads drooped, bound by soul-locking threads, but they still showed signs of life.
Suppressing his anger, Lan Xiaobu took a deep breath. Today, he was determined to rescue them, even if it meant exposing the Seven Realm Stone.
But then he sensed something amiss. The Saint of Heavenly Secret had soul-searched Peng Yuan and the Saint of Eternal Night and should know he possessed the Seven Realm Stone. Knowing this, he hadn’t killed them but instead hung them here to lure Lan Xiaobu.
The Seven Realm Stone was a treasure of immense value. Could it really be that only the Saint of Heavenly Secret cared about it, and the other Saints of Creation did not? Lan Xiaobu quickly concluded that was impossible. If other saints also coveted the Seven Realm Stone, the fact that Peng Yuan and the Saint of Eternal Night were still bound here without interference could only mean one thing: the Saint of Heavenly Secret hadn’t told the other Saints of Creation that Lan Xiaobu had the Seven Realm Stone.
This realization invigorated Lan Xiaobu. If only the Saint of Heavenly Secret knew about the Seven Realm Stone, and Peng Yuan and the Saint of Eternal Night were bait to draw him here, it meant that when he acted against the Heavenly Secret Dao City, the other Saints of Creation wouldn’t notice immediately. The Saint of Heavenly Secret wouldn’t share the information about his rescue attempt with the others.
Lan Xiaobu was confident he hadn’t misjudged. This visit to the Heavenly Secret Dao City felt different from the last. Previously, a sense of death had lingered, as if he could lose his life at any moment. This time, he felt no threat at all.
For a cultivator of his own Great Dao, such intuition was reliable.
Why did he feel no threat this time? There could be several reasons. One was that his strength had advanced to the Creation Saint realm. Another was that the Saint of Heavenly Secret was likely not in the city, or perhaps he was no longer a threat to Lan Xiaobu.
Originally, Lan Xiaobu had planned to set up various arrays and use tactics to rescue Peng Yuan and the Saint of Eternal Night first. But realizing he was in no danger here, he changed his mind.
Without hesitation, he summoned the Longevity Halberd and unleashed two halberd-killing beams. The next moment, the entire Heavenly Secret Dao City seemed to be under the force of two heaven-splitting principles. Every cultivator in the city felt the danger.
It was as if lingering for even a single breath longer would allow these tearing principles to shred everything—their lives, their Great Dao, their bodies.
“Run! It’s the heaven-opening Great Cutting Technique…” someone shouted in panic.
In truth, if Lan Xiaobu had used the Great Cutting Technique in a lower-level plane, it wouldn’t have caused such widespread fear. Sometimes, the more one knows, the more one fears.
Everyone here knew what the Great Cutting Technique was—a heaven-opening divine ability. It could effortlessly tear apart universes and plane domains. Heaven-and-earth rules and Great Dao principles were as easy to shatter as breathing. Destroying a cultivator’s body was a mere flick of the wrist.
With such a terrifying Great Cutting Technique, if they didn’t escape quickly, they’d be cut to pieces. Moreover, who dared to use this technique in the Heavenly Secret Dao City? Staying here was tantamount to seeking death.
In an instant, countless cultivators in the city fled in a frenzy, some even using escape talismans to leave.
Lan Xiaobu raised his hand, and two Great Cutting Techniques tore through the soul-locking threads binding Peng Yuan and the Saint of Eternal Night. With a casual motion, he sent them into the Cosmic Dimension Model.
The soul-locking threads used by the Saint of Heavenly Secret to bind them would have been difficult to break with any other method, but the Great Cutting Technique made it effortless. More importantly, other methods might not have freed them before the Saint of Heavenly Secret returned.
Boom! Boom!
Two earth-shattering cutting threads split the spatial array restrictions around the Heavenly Secret Dao City, dividing it into three parts. Two massive trenches, hundreds of thousands of feet deep, carved through the city. Any shops or streets in their path vanished without a trace.
“Is that Lan Xiaobu?” Someone recognized Lan Xiaobu, wielding the Longevity Halberd.
Upon realizing it was him, some who had been about to flee paused instinctively. Lan Xiaobu—a Nine-Turn Saint who had been hunted in the Land of Eternal Life, now possibly a Creation Saint in the Eternal Life realm. But even as a Creation Saint, why should they fear him?
Still, many continued to flee. They recognized Lan Xiaobu, but they also knew his reputation. He was someone the Saints of Creation had hunted yet failed to capture, and now he had come to attack the Heavenly Secret Dao City.
If not for Mo Wuji’s exploits, fewer might have been wary. Mo Wuji, upon reaching the Eternal Life realm, had destroyed the Ten Thousand Dao River and, under countless gazes, effortlessly killed the Ten Thousand Dao Saint, Heavy Sword Shan.
Lan Xiaobu, as renowned as Mo Wuji, was another figure the Saints of Creation couldn’t handle. Could such a person be simple? Besides, what was there to gain by staying?
“Lan Xiaobu, you’ve got some guts, causing trouble in the Heavenly Secret Dao City…” A Realm-Developing cultivator, recognizing Lan Xiaobu, didn’t flee. Instead, he stepped forward, summoning a treasure in the void to attack Lan Xiaobu while unleashing his Realm-Developing domain.
It was widely known that Lan Xiaobu possessed valuable treasures. Why else would the Saints of Creation go to such lengths to hunt him? This cultivator, a Realm-Developing Saint, didn’t believe he couldn’t take down Lan Xiaobu, who had only recently reached the Creation realm.
Someone actually dared to attack him? A fan of the Saint of Heavenly Secret? Regardless, Lan Xiaobu decided to eliminate this Realm-Developing cultivator as quickly as possible. Otherwise, more might join the fray.
Ignoring the treasure hurled at him, Lan Xiaobu swung the Longevity Halberd, unleashing a wave of patterned wheels. At the same time, his Longevity Domain surged outward.
Having entered the Creation realm, his Longevity Domain had nearly solidified. While it couldn’t crush the opponent’s attack with the domain alone, it could stall it for a breath’s time—enough for him to act.
The vast Longevity Reincarnation patterned wheels, unleashed by the Longevity Halberd, instantly enveloped the Realm-Developing cultivator. His divine ability faltered under the reincarnation patterns.
The cultivator’s expression changed. He was certain Lan Xiaobu had only recently reached the Creation realm, which was why he dared to act. Yet he hadn’t expected his Realm-Developing domain and divine principles to be so vastly outmatched by this newly ascended Creation Saint. What kind of Dao was this, so resilient?
Retreat first. But as the thought crossed his mind, he felt the binding of six principles. His soul and body seemed enveloped by a vast reincarnation Great Dao, unable to choose his own path but forced into the opponent’s reincarnation cycle.
The cultivator struggled frantically, desperate to avoid entering the reincarnation channel.
Lan Xiaobu was pleased with his reincarnation principles. He hadn’t even summoned the Reincarnation Bridge. If he had, a single breath would have forced the opponent through one cycle. His Longevity Halberd could have ended the cultivator’s three lives then and there.
Perhaps seeing that Lan Xiaobu didn’t seem as formidable, holding his own against a Realm-Developing cultivator, hundreds of cultivators rushed forward. Among them, the weakest was surprisingly a Nine-Turn Saint.
Lan Xiaobu smiled. Showing no mercy, he swung the Longevity Halberd again, unleashing another tearing patterned wave—the Great Cutting Technique.
This time, it wasn’t to sever soul-locking threads or save anyone but to kill. As the technique blasted out, the space was shrouded in a ferocious aura of death.
Pfft! A line of blood sprayed. Under this Great Cutting Technique, countless cultivators were torn in half, then shredded into fragments.
The hundred or so cultivators who had moved against Lan Xiaobu bore the brunt, none surviving. The technique extended, slicing through thousands more behind them. And it didn’t stop there—Lan Xiaobu unleashed wave after wave of spatial principles, forcibly tearing open one world after another.
Lan Xiaobu didn’t enjoy killing indiscriminately, but he wasn’t a saint. Those who wanted to leave would have done so already. Those still lingering, hesitating, were clearly hoping to profit from him. In that case, why hold back?
Watching Lan Xiaobu’s frenzied slaughter, effortlessly claiming the worlds of hundreds of proven cultivators, no one dared to assume he was merely a Creation realm cultivator anymore.
