With the death of the Fallen Saint, the Great Desolate Divine Realm settled into peace, and the Longevity Sacred Dao City stabilised as well. The impact of the Fallen Saint made many realise how feebl their strength was. Even the Fourth-Turn Saint Tiangang felt ashamed, believing his power too weak to offer any help to the Dao Lord.
Only one outsider had come to the Great Desolate Divine Realm, yet he slaughtered tens of millions. It took the Dao Lord himself to deal with this person. If the Dao Lord hadn’t been present, an entire realm might have been wiped out. This was nothing short of a disgrace to the Dao Court. By all rights, when an outsider arrived, the Dao Lord should have been the one observing, while they were the ones fighting for their lives.
To prevent such a thing from happening again, even without Lan Xiaobu saying a word, everyone began cultivating frantically.
The Great Desolate Divine Realm had such perfect heavenly rules and thick fortune, and the divine energy in Longevity Sacred Dao City was almost tangible. With so many people cultivating here, even those who didn’t actively practice could feel their progress. To waste such an ideal cultivation environment would be unworthy of calling oneself a cultivator.
Not to mention Fourth-Turn Saint Tiangang, Third-Turn Saints Zhen Ti and Kun Wei, even Zhao Gongming, who had only recently stepped into the First-Turn Saint realm, began cultivating like mad. Though he’d never ventured outside, being brothers with Lan Xiaobu, he had a stash of divine energy pills infused with chaotic aura. Combined with his clear path and defined direction, if he kept up this secluded cultivation, reaching the Ninth Turn wasn’t impossible.
Zhao Gongming was a man who loved a good fight. If he couldn’t join in every battle, he’d feel restless, even joyless. So this time, during his seclusion, he was determined to quickly achieve the Second Turn and then push for the Third Turn. Brothers fight side by side, back in the Lingwei Immortal Domain, he’d helped Lan Xiaobu in battles. Now that Lan Xiaobu was the one helping him, how could he accept that?
As for the earliest group who followed Lan Xiaobu, like Yan Ying, Shi Yi, and Xiong Nanfeng, they seized every chance to cultivate desperately, boosting their strength.
Even Su Cen, after spending some time with Lan Xiaobu, went into seclusion to cultivate. In the entire Great Desolate Divine Realm, aside from newborns, she might have the lowest cultivation.
The only one not cultivating was Lan Xiaobu. Having recently achieved the Fifth-Turn Saint realm, short-term seclusion wouldn’t improve his strength further.
Proving the Dao at the Fifth Turn through space had brought him immense benefits. Not only had his power surged, but his techniques had multiplied. For Lan Xiaobu, advancing to the Sixth Turn was something he could do anytime.
Great Severing Technique, Great Destruction Technique, Great Falling Technique, Great Curse Technique, these primordial divine abilities, any one of them could propel him to the Sixth Turn. Even with the Tiangang Transformation divine ability, he could still reach it.
But Lan Xiaobu had no intention of using these primordial divine abilities to advance to the Sixth Turn. He’d already decided that to reach the Sixth Turn, he would use supreme laws like time or causality. Otherwise, what was the point? The Fallen Saint had reached the Seventh Turn, and Xi’e had even hit the Ninth Turn, yet neither could match him.
He had to prove the Dao with supreme laws. Otherwise, even reaching the Ninth Turn would be meaningless, a hollow achievement for the sake of the title. Such a Ninth-Turn Saint might dominate here, but in the true Land of Eternal Life, they’d likely be crushed.
Now that everyone was in seclusion, Lan Xiaobu began inspecting the Fallen Saint’s belongings. He planned to sort them out and then head to the Great Radial Gobi Valley to seal the void passage there, preventing anyone from entering the Great Desolate Divine Realm through any void. One incident like the Fallen Saint was enough, if it happened a few more times, the Great Desolate Divine Realm wouldn’t last long before crumbling again.
A pile of top-grade divine spirit veins, over two thousand of them, and three to four thousand mid-grade ones, held no appeal for Lan Xiaobu.
The various falling divine abilities and treasures were equally uninteresting to him. He transplanted all the Dao fruit trees and top-tier divine herb gardens into his own Longevity Realm.
What caught his eye, though, was a jade box sealed in a corner. Opening the seal, he found a crystal orb and a jade slip inside.
These clearly didn’t belong to the Fallen Saint, likely something he’d plundered from somewhere. In the Fallen Saint’s world, rings were piled like mountains, uncountable. The man was a killing fiend and a hoarding maniac.
For something to be so carefully sealed by the Fallen Saint, it couldn’t be ordinary.
Lan Xiaobu picked up the jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense, instantly growing excited. The Great Fate Technique?
No, it was a possible location for the Great Fate Technique’s Dao scroll. He grabbed the crystal orb, which indeed recorded a clear spatial coordinate.
The Great Fate Technique was a treasure, far beyond the likes of the Great Severing, Great Falling, Great Destruction, or Great Curse Techniques.
When Lan Xiaobu had proven the First Turn through fortune, he’d thought fate was just a branch of it. But after debating with the Reincarnation Saint, he understood they were entirely separate. Fortune tied to his Dao, his court, his world. Fate, however, was personal, bound to his existence, his life, death, and future.
So if the chance arose, Lan Xiaobu intended to prove the Dao through fate. But that required a primordial Dao scroll, the Great Fate Technique scroll. He’d never thought he’d be lucky enough to stumble upon it in the vast cosmos.
It had only been a passing thought, not something he’d seriously planned. He’d even considered that if he couldn’t reach the Ninth Turn, he’d combine all his primordial Dao scrolls and use multiple divine abilities to advance one turn.
Now, with the location of the Great Fate Technique scroll in his hands, how could he let it slip?
Lan Xiaobu knew he couldn’t stay in the Great Desolate Divine Realm any longer. He had too much to do. After sealing the void passage in the Great Radial Gobi Valley, besides seeking the Seven Realm Stone Flags, he had to reach the Ninth Turn as soon as possible.
Back in the Frost Desert Sea, he’d offended a big shot. He hadn’t been sure then, but now he was, nine out of ten, it was the Space Saint. How else could they have a primordial space array disc? If the Space Saint regained their strength, they’d likely come straight to the Great Desolate Divine Realm to settle the score.
The Great Desolate Divine Realm’s protective array was a heavenly Dao array, unfazed by ordinary Ninth-Turn Saints. But what if an Eternal Life Saint came? And the Space Saint was one. Then there was Qu Peng, another ticking time bomb.
The Great Desolate Divine Realm was thriving now and didn’t need him to stay. Rather than wasting time here, he’d be better off seeking opportunities to boost his strength. Lan Xiaobu decided to seal the void passage in the Great Radial Gobi Valley immediately, then search for the Great Fate Technique scroll.
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Great Radial Gobi Valley. Though outsiders kept arriving, they all came through one channel, a spatial teleportation vortex. Many void vortexes could randomly connect to this passage, and even some realm-tearing talismans could send people here.
This was the origin of the Longevity Realm. It had once drawn powerhouses from countless planes because of this void passage in the Great Radial Gobi Valley.
Without reaching the Fifth Turn, even if Lan Xiaobu had proven the Dao through space and rules, sealing this passage would’ve been impossible.
Now, having proven the Fifth Turn through space, though the rules of this vortex were vast and profound, they didn’t stump him, it just took time.
For a full year, Lan Xiaobu refined various spatial array flags to seal the passage. His seal used looping Dao principles, unless someone beyond the Ninth Turn came, even if they teleported to the outskirts of the Great Desolate Divine Realm, they couldn’t enter.
That wasn’t all. He embedded the innate treasure, the Yin-Yang Mirror, to suppress the vortex.
The best treasure for this would’ve been the Tiangang Array Disc, but the Mo Xi Saint Qin Xuxi had vanished with it. Fortunately, Lan Xiaobu had plenty of top-tier treasures. The Yin-Yang Mirror, another innate treasure, paired with his vortex seal, severed all spatial teleportation rules here.
After finishing the seal, Lan Xiaobu’s divine sense swept back to Longevity Sacred Dao City. The city’s skies roiled with the charm of the Dao, divine energy forming a massive vortex, everyone was still cultivating like mad. With so many powerhouses in seclusion, the Dao rules grew clearer, drawing countless cultivators to the city. Even if they couldn’t enter, finding a spot outside to cultivate was worthwhile.
Lan Xiaobu had no plans to return. As he prepared to leave through the realm-sealing array gate, his divine sense caught a grey-robed man attacking one of the gate-guarding cultivators.
The Great Desolate Divine Realm had no void plaza, but it had two protective array gates. Each was guarded by two cultivators from the Great Desolate Dao Court, typically at the Quasi-Saint level.
Since the realm wasn’t accepting outsiders for now, these gates were for native cultivators to enter and exit, requiring identity proof.
If an outsider arrived, they’d be stopped at the first gate. If they were too strong for the guards to handle, the second gate would shut, and the realm’s powerhouses would step in.
“What’s going on?” Lan Xiaobu stepped to the protective array gate, his divine sense locking onto the grey-robed attacker.
