As waves of rule cannons and cosmic ripples bombarded Anluo Heavenly City, even Dao Ancestors like Di Lan were stunned. No one expected the Weiju World to dare act, let alone so swiftly.
Di Lan, in the midst of discussions, rushed out of the Dao Ancestor Hall, coldly observing the rule cannons striking the barrier, his face dark with anger.
This wasn’t just about the Weiju World’s audacity; someone had set up a defensive barrier around Anluo, and he’d only just learned of it—a profound irony.
“If I’m not mistaken, this barrier was likely set up by Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji together. They killed Fang Can, feared retaliation, and secretly erected it,” Ling Zhuzhen said gravely, though his thoughts weren’t on the barrier itself but on why it could withstand the Weiju World’s rule cannons.
Lin Jie, staring at the relentless cannon fire, said with a hint of menace, “Everyone’s probably wondering why their barrier can block the Weiju World’s cannons and attacks. If I’m correct, they’ve cracked the Weiju World’s rule-breaking methods.”
Di Lan said solemnly, “I’ve figured it out. The Weiju World’s strength, yet reluctance to emerge, stems from fear of discovery. Their Rule-Breaking Swords, cannons, and cosmic ripple attacks only work against the Great Cosmos’ universal rules. Since we all exist within the Great Cosmos, our Dao techniques and divine abilities are suppressed by them. To avoid this, one must cultivate without relying on those rules. That explains it: if Lan Xiaobu isn’t following his own Great Dao, Mo Wuji certainly is. His personal Great Dao allowed him to create a barrier that blocks their cannons. Once this is clear, their so-called rule-breaking weapons are worthless.”
Xing Jia added, “Lan Xiaobu is definitely following his own Great Dao too.”
“So, any cultivator not trained under the Great Cosmos’ rules, or a powerhouse from another realm or planet of equal level, could crush the Weiju World?” Quan asked instinctively.
Di Lan nodded, “Theoretically, yes, but only if their world’s rules can’t be cracked by the Weiju World.”
Chang Yi sighed, “No wonder I heard long ago that the Weiju World was building a rule library. Now it’s clear—they’re collecting all the Great Cosmos’ universal rules and laws to form a complete library. Anything within it—elements, rules—can be torn apart by their cannons or swords. A personal Great Dao’s rules, uncollected, can counter their cosmic powerhouses.”
“Their ambition is vast. Their rule library was likely incomplete, so they stayed low, shielding their world with a light curtain. Now, having nearly gathered the Great Cosmos’ rules, they aim to dominate, planning to wipe out all Dao Ancestors and Heavenly Emperors at the Longevity Conference,” Ling Zhuzhen sighed.
“Gathering nearly all is no easy feat. They’ve likely only collected rules and fragmented laws from the ten major worlds. Since we cultivate here, they can suppress our Dao rules. The Great Cosmos’ rules are infinite; in their mere millions of years here, they’ve probably collected just a fraction,” Di Lan shook his head.
“I bet they didn’t expect to encounter two personal Great Dao cultivators here. Heh, those two have done us a favour,” Lin Jie chuckled.
“Dao Ancestor Di Lan, the Weiju World is so insidious, aiming to take us all out. Should we destroy them?” Quan asked, his tone laced with killing intent.
His Dunyi World bordered the Weiju World, which had repeatedly invaded for resources, leaving their shared border ravaged.
“No need for us to act. If I’m right, Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji will strike first,” Xing Wang said, forgetting that without Lan Xiaobu, Moru World’s Great Emperor would’ve been humiliated.
Tens of thousands of miles from Anluo, rows of black warships filled with cosmic warriors saturated the space with an oppressive aura, clearly awaiting the Heavenly Emperor’s order to invade and destroy the Central World.
At the centre stood a man in a long robe, a thousand zhang tall—Jing Xizhen, the Weiju World’s Dao Ancestor.
His face was pale, eyes burning with anger and disbelief. The Weiju World’s cannons had bombarded for ages, achieving nothing, blocked by a barrier.
Beside him stood Heavenly Emperor Chong Fan, First Commander Shang Yuanku, and Zhong Quan, all equally pale. Chong Fan knew why the Dao Ancestor was furious: he’d failed to uncover the true reason Fang Can was killed, rendering their attacks meaningless.
“Chong Fan, as Heavenly Emperor, do you realise your mistake could doom the entire Weiju World?” Jing Xizhen snapped.
As Dao Ancestor, he knew the flaw in their rule-breaking cannons: once countered, the counterer could crush their world. This fatal weakness kept them cautious, biding their time.
“Dao Ancestor, my information came from Chong Ning, Anluo’s city lord, secretly ours. He said Mo Wuji killed Fang Can using top-tier Heavenly Poison Dao rules, catching him off guard…” Chong Fan explained, knowing this blunder could plunge their world into crisis, still baffled by Chong Ning’s false report.
“Leave, retreat immediately, teleport back to the Weiju World,” Jing Xizhen decided swiftly.
Other worlds struggled to teleport in the Great Cosmos, but the Weiju World could easily bypass chaos zones, teleporting people and even warships.
“No need to leave. Your existence is already meaningless,” an abrupt voice rang out.
Everyone saw two young men approach.
“It’s Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji,” Chong Fan recognised instantly.
“You two, our grudge with Anluo shouldn’t concern you. Why be so aggressive?” Chong Fan stepped forward, clasping his fists, his tone fairly sincere.
He knew their world’s vulnerability. Despite their numbers and rule-breaking weapons, if those were useless against their foes, they were mere fish to be slaughtered.
“No grudge? Your people chased my friend, blasted our residence. Is that not a grudge? I killed that guy, and you dared try to bombard Anluo. Quite the nerve,” Mo Wuji sneered, sweeping his divine sense.
He sensed a powerhouse—likely Jing Xizhen, the Weiju World’s Dao Ancestor.
“Wuji, this guy’s probably their Heavenly Emperor, Creation Realm, pretty average,” Lan Xiaobu remarked.
Mo Wuji shook his head, “Xiaobu, you didn’t notice the robed one. Looks like a priest, but his cultivation’s not low.”
Lan Xiaobu’s gaze landed on Jing Xizhen, surprised, “Eighth Step of the Great Dao?”
Mo Wuji nodded, “No idea what he’s thinking. Already at the Eighth Step, yet playing tricks with rule-breaking weapons.”
Jing Xizhen’s eyes narrowed. It was the first time someone had seen through his true strength. Before, no one would’ve believed the Weiju World’s Dao Ancestor was Eighth Step.
“Kill!” Shang Yuanku, after glancing at the Dao Ancestor, knew what to do. With a wave, he summoned a Rule-Breaking Axe.
Millions of cosmic warriors, as if unified in thought, drew their rule-breaking weapons at his command, their black warships charging at Lan Xiaobu and Mo Wuji.
Jing Xizhen’s heart sank. He hadn’t intended for Shang Yuanku to act. He knew better than anyone: if their weapons were useless against these two, numbers were a joke.
