Before Kucai could come up with another excuse, Lan Xiaobu suddenly said, “Friend Kucai, I see your dark principle technique is quite impressive. Could you make a copy for me to study? If so, I’d be willing to let you examine the Samsara Scroll for a few more days.”
Kucai blinked, taken aback. Asking for her dark technique? It wasn’t out of the question. While precious, dark techniques weren’t exactly secret—many knew of them, though hers was of a higher grade. Even if she gave it to Lan Xiaobu, she doubted he’d switch to cultivating it. Dark techniques required a dark spirit root, something rare unless you were born in a dark universe.
Her concern was that if she refused, Lan Xiaobu might insist on tagging along, which would be a hassle.
With that in mind, she smiled faintly, produced a jade slip, and handed it over. “Of course, here’s the dark technique I cultivate.”
Lan Xiaobu scanned it with his divine sense, pocketed it, and said, “Then I won’t disturb Friend Kucai’s study of the Samsara Scroll further. I’ll come find you in three days.”
He knew she’d hand it over. Dark techniques weren’t some hidden gem like the Samsara Scroll. He could probably find one from any dark spirit root cultivator. The Samsara Scroll? Good luck with that.
Kucai nodded, said nothing more, and swiftly departed. Three days? She wouldn’t stay on Saint Island for even one.
She’d lived here for centuries, but the Cosmic Heart’s effect on repairing her foundation was minimal—nearly negligible. Without fixing her foundation, she couldn’t use the Cosmic Heart to advance. So, why not take the Samsara Scroll and leave?
…
Lan Xiaobu had no intention of chasing Kucai for the scroll. After she left, he returned to his cave, collected all the divine spirit veins, and headed to Buju’s cave.
His sole reason for staying on Saint Island was the Cosmic Heart. Since Buju’s cave was the best spot for absorbing it, he’d naturally move in.
Back at Buju’s cave, he dismantled the protective arrays and replaced them with his own interlocking trap arrays.
Through monitoring array patterns he’d set outside Saint Island, he sensed Kucai’s departure. He sighed inwardly—shameless woman.
What was the point? Had she cooperated honestly, he’d have helped repair her foundation and even lent her the Samsara Scroll for a century. Instead, her greed and selfishness drove her to steal it—and she’d planned to take him out too. Hilarious.
Too lazy to wait a day, he used the Cosmic Dimension Model to reconstruct the Samsara Scroll. He could imagine Kucai’s colorful reaction when she found it blank.
He was sure she wouldn’t return. If she did, well, sorry—please return my scroll.
As he rebuilt the scroll, Kucai activated a plane-breaking talisman. She had no plans to stay in the Eternal Life Realm—its luck was waning, its rules chaotic from saintly battles. Nothing worth lingering for.
With the Samsara Scroll, she had over a seventy percent chance of repairing her foundation.
The talisman tore a void rift in the Eternal Life Realm’s boundary. A black hole swallowed her, and she vanished.
After an unknown time, she landed in a completely different plane.
Upon arrival, she summoned a replica Time Disc, stepped onto it, and pulled out the Samsara Scroll.
Had she not been pressed for time since acquiring it, she’d have inspected it sooner. It held samsara techniques, a key to repairing her foundation, and a path to higher sainthood.
But then she froze. The scroll was blank. Impossible! She’d checked it when Lan Xiaobu handed it over—it was the real deal. Why was it empty now?
Panicked, she frantically scanned her dark world, suspecting a glitch. But her world was fine, leaving her trembling. She’d sacrificed so much for this scroll—even abandoning the Cosmic Heart—only to get a blank slate?
Her knowledge and experience paled compared to the Samsara Saint’s. She didn’t know about the Cosmic Dimension Model or such a heaven-defying treasure.
…
After reconfiguring the cave, Lan Xiaobu dragged Buju out and dropped him in front of himself.
Buju landed groggily, opening his eyes in a daze. Then he felt it—overwhelmingly rich chaotic divine spirit qi. He saw mountains of Chaos Divine Essence Pills too. This…
At his level, divine crystals were useless, and divine essence pills barely mattered. What truly counted were treasures with creation or chaotic auras.
“You have Chaos Divine Spirit Veins and Chaos Divine Essence Pills?” Buju blurted in shock.
Lan Xiaobu replied coolly, “I suggest you worry about your life instead of my stuff.”
Buju shuddered, snapping to reality. He was a prisoner. Regret welled up—not for attacking Lan Xiaobu, but for teaming with the Samsara Saint. That man could’ve saved him when he fled but didn’t bother. Worse, Buju hadn’t reached out to that black-clad woman.
Had he contacted her, she’d have sided with him over Lan Xiaobu. She only chose Lan Xiaobu because she didn’t know the full extent of his treasures.
“How can I convince you to spare me?” Buju took a deep breath, plotting how to survive.
Lan Xiaobu sighed, “I’d planned to let you live your last hours decently, maybe even reincarnate. Too bad you don’t value it. Guess I’ll practice soul-searching instead.”
His hand flared, a terrifying aura of principles swirling around his fingers.
“Stop! I’ll open my world for you—just spare me once…” Buju shouted in panic. He was sure his world’s treasures could buy his life.
Lan Xiaobu slapped his forehead. “Oh, look at me—mosquito meat’s still meat, and I almost overlooked it.”
With that, his hands unleashed boundless spatial principle auras. Fragments of spatial laws wove into a mysterious tearing force, blasting Buju’s world’s edge.
Buju’s face paled. He’d underestimated Lan Xiaobu, but not this much. A Sixth-Turn Saint’s world—not a quasi-saint’s—being pried open? What technique did Lan Xiaobu cultivate?
Crack! Spatial rules snapped as Buju’s soul and divine sense were sealed. He could only watch as his world was torn open by relentless principle forces, laid bare before Lan Xiaobu.
Piles of materials, sprawling divine spirit herb gardens, veins, and crystals stacked endlessly. Innate treasures—several of them.
But those weren’t the real prizes. In Buju’s world, Lan Xiaobu spotted a grove of fruit trees.
Ordinary fruit trees wouldn’t faze him. These were Dao Fruit trees—dozens of varieties.
Lan Xiaobu gaped. Did this guy raid a Dao Fruit tree convention?
Regardless, they were his now. With a flick of his hand seals, he swept everything into his Eternal Life Realm, adding a Dao Fruit grove to his world.
“Friend Lan, I’ll tell you anything you ask,” Buju said, despair seeping through. His world was cracked open, yet he’d still hoped to barter with scraps.
“Go on. Do you know where the Seven Realms Stone is? Or the boundary flags? Where’d you get that fake flag you auctioned, and where’s its source?” Lan Xiaobu asked casually, looting Buju’s world as he spoke.
