As the Mortal World unfolded, Mo Wuji was certain Shi Changxing wouldn’t act. As long as Shi Changxing stayed out, Mo Wuji’s second finger, the Creation Finger, blasted out before Qizhou Tian’s Qizhou Tian Mourning could fully shatter the Mortal World. Though it was his second strike, it carried the power of creation.
Against a powerhouse like Qizhou Tian, even in the chaos, a single finger wouldn’t suffice. The Seven Realms Finger’s true might lay not in the seventh finger but in all seven striking together.
The endless vicissitudes of the Mortal World, its cycle of life and death, couldn’t subdue Qizhou Tian. But in an instant, that vast Mortal World transformed into a grand Creation Furnace. In this furnace, whether it could overpower you or not, you were destined to be melted.
In that moment, the Mortal World became the furnace, creation the craftsman, all things the fuel, and Qizhou Tian the copper.
Qizhou Tian’s Mourning spear struck, and against a lesser attack, Mo Wuji was confident the Mortal World would hold. But its infinite Dao rules crumbled under the spear’s own rules. Fortunately, Mo Wuji’s third finger, the Heaven and Earth divine ability of the Seven Realms Finger, had already descended.
Even if the Mortal World shattered, even if the Creation Furnace was torn apart, this realm remained under Mo Wuji’s control.
As spatial rules shifted, everything broken in the Mortal World was reborn in this shifting space.
For the first time, Qizhou Tian felt a crisis. He could tear through the third, even the fourth finger, but he sensed he couldn’t continue like this. It wasn’t Mo Wuji he feared, but Shi Changxing, lurking nearby.
Qizhou Tian sensed that all he had torn apart was being reborn, as if a yin-yang of the Heavenly Dao was shifting, ready to restore the shattered Dao rules. He dared not let the Yin-Yang Finger strike.
This finger-based divine ability was too terrifying. Continuing would let Shi Changxing take advantage. With a roar, Qizhou Tian’s spear unleashed billions of starbursts, exploding into cracks like planar rifts. These rules tore through the binding realm, shattered the reforming Mortal World, and extinguished the Creation Furnace’s roaring flames, freeing Qizhou Tian.
Mo Wuji was inwardly shocked. Qizhou Tian was formidable. His fourth finger, Yin-Yang, was still brewing, yet Qizhou Tian had broken his triple-finger strike. Though injured, Qizhou Tian’s foundation surpassed the Seventh Step.
In this chaos, Mo Wuji’s killing intent would have felled a Seventh Step cultivator, but Qizhou Tian, though he escaped the Seven Realms Finger, was even more weakened, still faintly under Mo Wuji’s domain.
This enraged Qizhou Tian. If not for the chaos, if Shi Changxing weren’t there, he’d teach this ant a lesson. This ant thrived in the chaos like a fish in water, while he, who could crush him, was suppressed.
“What do you want?” Qizhou Tian glanced at Shi Changxing, who was watching closely, his tone resigned. Mo Wuji’s domain enveloped him; if he tried to flee, Mo Wuji could stall him for a moment—enough for Shi Changxing to strike. He couldn’t take that risk.
Mo Wuji didn’t answer. If the Seven Realms Finger couldn’t handle Qizhou Tian, he’d try his Wheel of Life and Death.
“Wait, what compensation do you want?” Qizhou Tian had never met someone like Mo Wuji, who gave him no face. A Dao Ancestor, humiliated? Just name your price, why make me offer?
“Less talk, show me what you’ve got. If I’m not satisfied, no need for compensation,” Mo Wuji said, layering more Mortal Domain around him. He saw that if he could bind Qizhou Tian for one to three breaths, Shi Changxing would likely kill him.
Beyond that, fighting Qizhou Tian thrilled him. Though he hadn’t subdued him, the experience was invaluable, fuel for his strength when he next secluded himself. Such opportunities were rare—why let them pass?
Feeling Mo Wuji’s intensifying Mortal Domain and his excitement, Qizhou Tian knew this man feared him not and wanted to fight on, even sensing Shi Changxing’s intent to strike.
Qizhou Tian tossed out a ring, “Here’s my compensation. Take it or fight.”
If Mo Wuji refused to settle, Qizhou Tian would abandon his plans against Shi Changxing and leave. With Shi Changxing here, continuing was pointless.
Mo Wuji grabbed the ring, his divine sense revealing a near-ten-thousand-zhang top-grade Dao vein. This guy was rich, casually offering such a treasure. Stowing the ring, Mo Wuji withdrew his domain, “Barely acceptable, but I’m generous. I won’t hold you breaking my cave against you. Of course, I don’t want this happening again.”
Turning to Shi Changxing, Mo Wuji didn’t need to speak. Shi Changxing tossed out a ring, “My compensation.”
Having seen Qizhou Tian’s ring, he matched it with a top-grade Dao vein. He could’ve fled—Mo Wuji’s domain hadn’t trapped him—but he didn’t dare, not for himself, but for his daughter.
Another top-grade Dao vein. Mo Wuji was pleased. Advancing to the Sixth Step had consumed two such veins, and though he had some left, who’d complain about more?
Stowing the veins, Mo Wuji laughed, “I won’t disturb your fun. You boldly wrecked my cave, so I’ll take the loss. Can’t fight you, but can’t I hide? I’ll leave this place to you, just don’t chase me. Farewell.”
With that, Mo Wuji flashed into the chaos, vanishing instantly.
Only Qizhou Tian and Shi Changxing remained, alongside the dried-up chaos rule slurry pool. They exchanged glances. Was this really the attitude of someone who couldn’t fight and chose to hide? It didn’t seem like it.
Initially, seeing the slurry, they thought Mo Wuji was easy prey, planning to seize his world and everything, including the slurry. But reality was harsh—they gained not a drop and each lost a top-grade Dao vein.
Qizhou Tian paid because Mo Wuji was too strong to crush, and Shi Changxing was there. Shi Changxing paid, fearing Mo Wuji would target his daughter later, and because Qizhou Tian was present.
“Qizhou Tian, you lured me here with some scheme, didn’t you?” Shi Changxing suddenly lost interest in continuing. Mo Wuji’s terrifying talent signaled a coming upheaval in the Great Universe. Plotting against Qizhou Tian was pointless. He needed to boost his strength before the chaos arrived.
As Qizhou Tian was about to speak, Shi Changxing’s expression shifted. He flashed into the chaos and vanished.
Qizhou Tian knew Shi Changxing didn’t fear him, and with his vitality further drained from the fight, Shi Changxing couldn’t escape. But he understood why Shi Changxing left—someone else had arrived, and Shi Changxing likely thought they were with Qizhou Tian.
“Dao Ancestor Qizhou?” The newcomer, surprised to see Qizhou Tian, clasped his fists, “Wang Congjing greets the Dao Ancestor. I didn’t expect to meet you here.”
“So it’s Friend Wang,” Qizhou Tian recognized him—Wang Congjing, second Dao Master of the Broken Ruins Sacred Dao. A Dao Ancestor and a Dao Master, though similar in title, were worlds apart in status.
“You’ve reached the Eighth Step?” Qizhou Tian sensed Wang Congjing’s strength, having broken past the Seventh Step’s limits.
But hadn’t he heard Wang Congjing was seeking the Eighth Step in the forbidden zones beyond the Ten Directions World? Why was he in the Kusheng Chaos Zone?
Wang Congjing, sensing Qizhou Tian’s injuries, considered striking. Killing a Dao Ancestor could elevate the Broken Ruins Sacred Dao to rule a region.
“Just luck,” Wang Congjing smiled.
“Good. Did you see Friend Changxing?” Qizhou Tian nodded, regaining calm, asking casually.
Shi Changxing? Wang Congjing’s heart skipped. If he was here, Wang couldn’t act. He shook his head, “No, is Dao Master Changxing also in the Kusheng Chaos Zone?”
“Then we’ll meet again. The Qizhou Tian Universe welcomes your Broken Ruins Sacred Dao.” With that, Qizhou Tian stepped out, vanishing into the chaos.
Watching Qizhou Tian’s departing figure, Wang Congjing dismissed the idea of killing him. Without an instant kill, pursuing a Dao Ancestor like Qizhou Tian was laughable.
Wait, a chaos rule slurry pool? Wang Congjing’s eyes widened at the dried-up pool, his heart racing.
A chaos rule slurry pool—how precious! His Eighth Step breakthrough, beyond various opportunities, owed much to a mere bowl of slurry from this zone. But here was an entire pool.
