Chapter 269: The Sixth Set: Di Yan, Di Xi, and Di Wu

Under the imperial clan’s resource support, Di Chu had only managed to cultivate a few Ultimate Realm secret arts and used resources to forge an “Ultimate Realm Lifeform,” yet achieving full comprehension of the Dao remained impossibly distant. As for venturing beyond the Source World in the future? With his strength, he would be at the bottom tier among the countless powerful beings gathered there—and most crucially… he still lacked the Splitting Technique!

“My disciple… is above a Divine King?” Di Chu couldn’t believe it.

A tremendous opportunity had landed right before him.

“Master, I’m currently accompanying the Founders of both nations. Once matters here are settled, I’ll visit you and report everything in detail,” Luo Feng transmitted.

“No rush, Master isn’t in a hurry,” Di Chu grinned.

…

Among the Di Jun and Jun Zhu of the Source Continent, aside from Di Qing, the strongest individual was Di Ming.

He traveled alone and had only average relations with other Di Jun—but he viewed Luo Feng with special regard, genuinely admiring those who rose from the lowest ranks.

During their interactions, Di Ming once gifted Luo Feng a copy of the “Threatening Beast Map,” his true will-art legacy, which provided some assistance to Luo Feng’s early will cultivation.

Of course…

Di Ming’s path of spiritual will differed from Luo Feng’s.

Both had surpassed the Divine King level in spiritual will before even comprehending the Dao, even touching the upper limit of the Source Continent’s will power.

“Luo He will be the Silver River Sovereign?” Di Ming was momentarily surprised. “Truly an extraordinary genius.”

Though startled, he quickly grew accustomed to it.

Having risen from the bottom of a small universe, Di Ming had seen too many brilliant, even superior talents! He wasn’t in a hurry, for he knew… the cultivation path isn’t won in fleeting moments, but over endless eons.

As long as he kept groping forward in darkness, he would eventually go farther and farther.

Luo Feng, the two nations’ Founders, Di Qing, and the Eastern Pole Domain Founder gathered together.

“If he achieves such feats in such a short time, it’s truly remarkable,” Yan Feng Founder said, gazing at Luo Feng. “Once outside the Source World, competing with the countless powerful beings of myriad worlds, he’ll surely stand among the most brilliant.”

Luo Feng smiled: “Can they break free from the cage?”

Yan Feng Founder and Lei Ting Founder froze.

“Break free from the cage?”

In an instant, all fell silent.

This was what every cultivator groping in darkness longed for—and yet it was the hardest. Like a fish leaping past the Dragon Gate to become a divine dragon, like a mortal ascending to heaven to become a god—breaking free from the cage meant total transformation.

“Impossible, impossible, impossible,” said the Eastern Pole Domain Founder. “Even becoming a High Primordial Lifeform after breaking free is but legend.”

“So what if one has exceptional talent?” Luo Feng chuckled. “It’s nothing to boast about.”

“Those with exceptional talent can easily reach the Semi-Primordial level,” Yan Feng Founder said. “I’ve cultivated for several eras and still remain only a late-stage Divine Emperor in Dao comprehension.”

“I abandoned the Dao-comprehension path entirely and chose the Primordial Bloodline,” Lei Ting Founder added. “At least you, Luo He, walking the Dao-comprehension path, should reach the Semi-Primordial level relatively smoothly.”

“The cultivation path must be walked step by step,” Luo Feng said, with clear self-awareness.

The ultra-powerful secret treasure he exchanged—the Eye of Birth and Death—had been claimed by only the most gifted cultivators in history. Of the first twelve claimants, only one broke free from the cage to become a High Primordial Lifeform—and even he died in battle.

“This Luo He has such dazzling talent, yet remains so humble, with not a trace of arrogance,” Yan Feng Founder sighed inwardly. Such cultivators were the most terrifying—they always moved forward, step by step.

“Luo He,” Yan Feng Founder, who had long studied every detail about Luo Feng, said, “According to my knowledge, within my Yan Feng Ancient Nation’s imperial clan, Di Yan, Di Xi, and Di Wu have some conflict with you?”

Luo Feng frowned slightly. “Among the three, Di Wu and I truly have a grudge. She once threatened to slaughter every disciple of my Dao River Sect to force me into submission… Fortunately, my master, Di Chu, intervened and stopped her.”

“Di Wu’s nature is indeed cruel and ruthless,” Yan Feng Founder nodded. “She’s even turned her brutality on her own clan, once ambushing your master Di Chu and driving him into the Polluted Blood River. Di Chu was on the verge of death from contamination when he luckily obtained a natural secret treasure and barely escaped alive.”

“Luo He, younger brother, how do you propose handling these three?” Yan Feng Founder asked.

“Since they’ve wronged you, kill them all,” Lei Ting Founder said beside him.

Luo Feng said: “Di Wu deserves death. As for the other two… hmm?”

All five—Luo Feng, Yan Feng Founder, Lei Ting Founder, Eastern Pole Domain Founder, and Di Qing—suddenly looked in shock toward a distant point on the Source Continent: the location of the teleportation gateway.

…

“Di Wu is arrogant and self-important. She’s long been ruthless, even turning on her own clan multiple times. The Founders never paid much attention. She assumed her minor conflict with Luo He was insignificant.”

“Di Wu doesn’t understand… in the eyes of the two Founders, we’re all ants!”

“Di Xi fears the world beyond the Source too much. With such a disposition, even if he leaves someday, he won’t go far.”

“Enough, enough.”

After making his decision, Di Yan didn’t hesitate.

Whoosh!

A streak of rainbow light crossed nearly half the Source Continent in the blink of an eye, arriving at the teleportation gateway.

The Source Continent’s teleportation gateway lay deep within the Heavenly Pole Ice Plain, entirely forged from ice. Within an ice valley protected by an array, it was extraordinarily stable.

Inside the ice valley stood a dark, deep pool.

Beside the dark pool sat a figure in meditation—it was one of Di Fu’s avatars. He had patiently waited, awaiting Luo He’s departure.

“Hmm?” Di Fu looked up in surprise.

A streak of rainbow light flashed high above, and a figure appeared within the ice valley: Di Yan.

“Di Yan?” Di Fu frowned. “You’ve come here…” Di Yan glanced at him, said nothing, and immediately leapt into the dark pool.

The dark pool shimmered, and Di Yan was teleported out of the Source Continent, into the world beyond.

“He left?” Di Fu understood. “Di Yan acts decisively—he must have sensed Luo He’s true identity. He didn’t even bring his two companions; he slipped away alone.”

“That’s very much Di Yan’s style.”

Cruel to enemies.

Cruel to himself.

…

Luo Feng and the others rarely paid attention to the positions of countless beings on the Source Continent—but when a being entered the teleportation gateway, it drew their notice.

“Di Yan entered the teleportation gateway,” Luo Feng saw the shimmering light from the dark pool in the ice valley and knew Di Yan had fled.

“He escaped fast,” Lei Ting Founder chuckled beside him. “Yan Feng brother, Di Yan is sharp—he sensed even a hint of danger and fled without hesitation.”

No mistake! One word, one strike, one detail, one content, one look!

Luo Feng said: “Di Wu deserves death. As for Di Yan and Di Xi—they’ve only had minor disputes with me. Just expel them from the Source Continent ahead of time.”

Though they bore deep blood feuds with Gui Xu Di Jun, countless grudges existed on the Source Continent, and Luo Feng had no desire to meddle.

He could not tolerate those burdened with great sins.

As for other grudges? Let the parties involved settle them themselves.

“Luo He, younger brother,” Yan Feng Founder laughed, “you’re too merciful! If they’ve offended you, they deserve death.”

The moment he finished speaking—

An invisible wind brushed past, entering the bodies of Di Wu and Di Xi.

Though Di Wu had many avatars, every single one was struck by this “invisible wind.” The wind swept over her flesh and soul, causing Di Wu to naturally dissolve into nothingness, vanishing from the heavens and earth.

“No!!!” At the moment the invisible wind touched her, Di Wu realized who had struck.

In that instant, she understood.

The Founders had tolerated her recklessness because they never cared about the petty squabbles on the Source Continent.

To the Founders, over countless eras, they had nurtured innumerable descendants. What emotion could they possibly feel for these descendants? They valued the clan as a whole. As for individuals? Erased at will.

“Because of that Luo He…” Di Wu understood her cause of death.

Her only conflict with Luo He had been threatening him.

Refuse, and I’ll slaughter every disciple of the Dao River Sect!

She had once thought it trivial, for she’d done such things countless times—far worse, by thousands or millions of times. She had truly annihilated entire Divine King clans and entire cities. To Luo He, she had merely threatened—never acted.

“I should have left,” Di Wu regretted now, regretting she hadn’t fled with Di Yan—but it was too late.

Her consciousness plunged into darkness.

She was dead.

Another Di Jun dead, following Di Yuan, Bai Mo, and Lan Duo.

“Why?”

When struck by the invisible wind, Di Xi felt only furious rage.

Though she had joined Di Yan and Di Wu in multiple attacks and had many enemies, she had no real grievance with Luo He! Why did Luo He still not spare her? Why did the Founders kill her?

“This Luo He is too cruel!”

“The Founders side with him!” Di Xi’s consciousness sank into darkness amid fury and resentment.

Another Di Jun dead.

…

From then on, Di Yuan, Bai Mo, Lan Duo, Di Wu, and Di Xi—all five Di Jun and Jun Zhu of the Source Continent had died in succession. This sent shockwaves through the other factions, who now dared not defy the Silver River Sovereign’s edicts.

With the two Founders standing beside the Silver River Sovereign, who could resist?

…

“Simply crushed like insects,” Yan Feng Founder said lightly.

Luo Feng had now witnessed how ancient beings like the two Founders, having lived too long and endured countless battles beyond the Source World, saw killing two minor figures as utterly insignificant.

“Life rises and falls. Compared to the countless beings of the Source Continent, they’ve lived long, lived well, lived recklessly,” Yan Feng Founder said. “Now, fate uses my hand to return them to the Source Continent’s primordial essence.”

“Luo He, younger brother,” Di Qing beside him said, “the avatar you just used seemed extraordinary—has your secret art reached completion?”

“Yes,” Luo Feng nodded. “My secret art is finally perfected.”

“Planning to leave for the world beyond the Source?” Di Qing’s eyes lit up—he had long awaited this ally.

Luo Feng nodded: “I’ll settle matters on the Source Continent. I’ll depart within a few jì.”

(End of Chapter)