Whether it was ironic or not, the Death Saint knew he had no escape. Feeling the crushing breath of death bearing down, he hurriedly said, “Dao Lord Lan, killing me offers you no benefit. Besides, you can’t kill me—I have countless clones. You must know of the Eternal Life Saints, right? I’m willing to swear an oath on the Great Dao to follow you and dedicate all my strength to help you reach the Eternal Life Saint realm.”
Gu Shishe felt helpless, inwardly sighing. He was certain Lan Xiaobu would spare him for his surrender. Though he’d massacred a few markets and two divine cities, to a saint, that was a trivial matter—nothing compared to the pursuit of eternal life.
But this wasn’t what he wanted. He dreamed of achieving eternal life himself, not aiding someone else. Yet, caught in Lan Xiaobu’s grasp, he had no choice but to yield for now.
Lan Xiaobu nodded. “Not bad, a grand ambition. Too bad ideals are plump, while reality is lean…”
As he spoke, an overwhelmingly terrifying aura of death pressed down. Gu Shishe, alarmed, pleaded urgently, “Dao Lord Lan, killing me is pointless! Keeping me alive could pave a greater path for you. The road to eternal life isn’t walked alone—I’m sure you understood that when you took control of the Great Wilderness Divine Realm and established the Dao Court.”
“Using scum like you to pave my path? Heh, don’t insult my journey.” Lan Xiaobu’s hands descended, and the fearsome charm of death began tearing apart Gu Shishe’s soul and body.
Rage surged in Gu Shishe’s heart and eyes. Knowing he couldn’t be fully killed, Lan Xiaobu was still destroying his efforts in this lifetime. And to use the Great Death Technique against him, no less—if he didn’t avenge this, he’d be unworthy of the title Death Saint. Killing a few ants in ordinary markets—if that warranted his death, what about the countless planets he’d destroyed before, the billions upon billions of lives he’d ended?
What infuriated and frustrated him more was that Lan Xiaobu wasn’t killing him instantly with the death charm but slowly shredding his soul and flesh…
Wait—Gu Shishe suddenly realised something. Lan Xiaobu was opening his world. How was that possible?
Even if Lan Xiaobu’s cultivation wasn’t higher than his—at best equal—reaching the Ninth-Turn Saint realm shouldn’t allow him to breach a Seventh-Turn Saint’s world, especially not the Death Saint’s. He’d never heard of such a thing.
*Crack!* A crisp sound echoed through the void as space itself seemed tangible in Lan Xiaobu’s hands, torn open with a rift.
“Lan Xiaobu, if you open my world, I’ll never let you go, through all eternity. Even if you destroy the clone in my world, you can’t kill me, Gu Shishe…” the Death Saint shrieked, genuine fear taking hold.
Though Lan Xiaobu could open his world, it wouldn’t fully kill him. But with his world torn apart, what leverage would he have left? It would nearly sever his path to ever reaching this level again.
“You overestimate yourself.” Lan Xiaobu sneered coldly. The Death Saint’s world was fully ripped open. Piles of treasures were swept away by Lan Xiaobu, and a clone of Gu Shishe was seized, instantly reduced to ashes.
Yet it didn’t end there. Lan Xiaobu conjured a void charm vortex, and Gu Shishe watched in horror as a tattered remnant soul was torn from his body and hurled into the vortex.
Terror filled Gu Shishe’s eyes, the agony of his soul’s rending forgotten. Lan Xiaobu was annihilating all his remnant souls with a supreme spatial tracking ability.
This vortex of charm would hunt down every fragment of his soul, no matter where it hid—across billions of planes—and obliterate it.
“Stop…” Gu Shishe was truly afraid now. Once this vortex’s charm fully unfurled, he’d cease to exist in the vast cosmos.
Such spatial mastery could only come from someone who’d proven the Dao of Space, capable of crafting spatial worlds. Lan Xiaobu must possess a Space Dao Scroll.
Stop? Lan Xiaobu had no intention of stopping when he unleashed the void charm vortex. Scum like Gu Shishe—he wouldn’t rest easy unless every trace was wiped out.
When he killed the Great Dream Saint, he hadn’t yet mastered space, allowing some remnant souls to linger in other planes. But now, why should Gu Shishe escape his grasp?
“Please spare me…” The mighty Death Saint began to beg. If Lan Xiaobu didn’t relent, he’d vanish from the cosmos entirely.
Piercing screams, as if from distant realms, erupted from the vortex, continuous and unrelenting.
Even Lan Xiaobu was speechless. Just how many remnant souls had this bastard scattered across other planes? The intermittent, agonised cries from the vortex lasted a full incense stick’s time before fading completely. At that moment, the Death Saint Gu Shishe was utterly eradicated, leaving no trace.
Lan Xiaobu mused inwardly—if he’d mastered space earlier, Qu Peng wouldn’t have survived either.
“Xiaobu, did you kill him?” Su Cen approached quickly. Though Lan Xiaobu had held the upper hand, she’d still been worried. Now, with Gu Shishe dead, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yes, I killed that trash. Scum like him—I only regret not doing it sooner.” As he spoke, Lan Xiaobu tore apart the seal Gu Shishe had left on Border Sea Saint Dao City.
In truth, Lan Xiaobu knew it wasn’t entirely accurate to say he’d acted late. Had he emerged from seclusion earlier, he could’ve killed Gu Shishe, but erasing his billions of remnant souls would’ve been far harder.
With the seal on Border Sea Saint Dao City lifted, City Lord Chi Huan rushed forward with his men, bowing deeply. “Chi Huan, City Lord of Border Sea Saint Dao City, greets the Dao Lord. If not for your return, this city would’ve been slaughtered by the Death Saint. I’ve failed the Great Wilderness Dao Court.”
Lan Xiaobu waved a hand. “He was too strong—it’s not your fault. Clean this place up. I won’t enter the city.”
“Yes,” Chi Huan replied hastily, drenched in cold sweat. Had the Dao Lord arrived any later, Border Sea Saint Dao City might’ve been left with no survivors.
…
Before Lan Xiaobu even reached Eternal Life Saint Dao City, a crowd had already gathered outside to welcome him.
News had spread back: the Death Saint had tried to massacre Border Sea Saint Dao City but was slain by the returning Dao Lord Lan Xiaobu.
“Dao Lord, I’m truly ashamed,” said Pu He, the Divine Emperor, stepping forward first. He felt genuine guilt. As one of Lan Xiaobu’s trusted allies, he’d been powerless against the Death Saint.
Lan Xiaobu waved it off, knowing the issue stemmed largely from the Great Path Gobi Valley.
“Master!” Su Cen spotted Qiao Aolun and hurried to bow. Though Qiao Aolun’s actions in her past life led to her death in the Lost Sea, without him, she wouldn’t have met Lan Xiaobu or reached the Immortal King realm.
“Su Cen?” Qiao Aolun stared at her, nearly rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
She was his only disciple, lost to the Lost Sea. Given her deep ties to the Dao Lord, he’d blamed himself for years.
Now, seeing her return, he instantly understood—she’d reincarnated. Thanks to the Dao Lord, she’d regained her past life’s memories.
“Master, this is for you.” Su Cen handed him a Dao scroll.
“The Immortal Dao?” Qiao Aolun’s cultivation had stalled without the follow-up to the Immortal Dao, and he’d been reluctant to switch to another technique.
“Yes, my husband found it. I’ve read it—Master, take it and cultivate,” Su Cen said with a nod.
“Dao Lord…” Qiao Aolun approached Lan Xiaobu, his tone heavy with guilt. Though Lan Xiaobu had promised to find the Immortal Dao scroll, he hadn’t taken it too seriously. Now, it was here, delivered by his disciple.
Lan Xiaobu smiled and waved a hand. “Let’s head back and talk.”
Zhao Gongming laughed heartily. “I said Xiaobu would crush that bastard when he returned, and he did. Shame I wasn’t there—I’d have let that scum taste my beads.”
Not just Zhao Gongming—Tiāngāng Saint, Ti Fo, Qian Qi Saint, and others were overjoyed. With the Death Saint gone, the Great Wilderness Divine Realm faced no further threats.
“Dao Lord, I was about to seal the Great Path Gobi Valley when I ran into Qian Qi and the others returning,” Kun Wei said, stepping forward.
“Congrats on reaching the Third Turn. As for the void passage in the Great Path Gobi Valley, you can’t seal it yet. I’ll handle it later,” Lan Xiaobu said, congratulating him. He knew even a Ninth-Turn Kun Wei might not seal that passage.
Not even he could’ve done it before mastering space.
