Thirty-Three Heavens Storm (I)

A powerful sense of weightlessness took hold.

Xue Yuheng's left arm firmly circled Xiao Xiao's waist, holding her securely against his chest.

The moment they began to plummet, the Wordless Heavenly Book spontaneously emerged from his brow, its pale golden Power of Creation expanding into a spherical barrier that barely managed to deflect the cyan wind blades erupting from the rift.

Xiao Xiao instinctively channeled the Four Symbols Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron. The archaic, massive cauldron instantly manifested around them, its heavy soul power diffusing outward to freeze the incoming wind blades in mid-air.

Within a few breaths, those wind blades broke free from the restraint and slammed violently against the cauldron, causing her soul power to churn turbulently.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xue Yuheng finally saw clearly that they had fallen far beyond the cliff walls, plunging into a void composed entirely of wind and massive boulders.

The two of them were currently standing on a giant floating rock.

It was like an asteroid belt.

Is this still the Douluo World? Could it be that, just like the Dragon Valley, we are no longer on the Douluo Continent?

Xue Yuheng suppressed the doubts in his heart, keeping them to himself to avoid adding to Xiao Xiao's worries.

As far as their eyes could see, there was no sky and no earth, only layer upon layer of ceaseless, churning wind and stone.

Each wall of wind formed its own boundary; from near to far, each was more violent and profound than the last.

An endless wall of wind stretched across the void, resembling a chasm leading toward death.

"This is the Thirty-Three Heavens Storm..."

Xue Yuheng's voice resonated against Xiao Xiao's ear. The Wordless Heavenly Book appeared from his sea of consciousness, its pages dancing in the wind as dense rows of characters rapidly surfaced.

"Each layer of the storm corresponds to a realm of the Law of Wind."

"The first layer is the Mortal Gale, equivalent to the destructive power of a Soul Master; the further one goes, the higher the level of the law."

"The record holder of the Heavenly Dragon Gate once reached the twenty-seventh heaven; he was a Super Douluo from a thousand years ago."

"According to his deductions, starting from the final three layers, the intensity of the wind is likely enough to tear even the physical body of a Limit Douluo to shreds."

Xiao Xiao bit her lip and looked up at Xue Yuheng: "We can't go back, can we?"

The cliff wall behind them had long since vanished into the void, replaced by an invisible spatial barrier, and even the faint bloodline resonance of the Heavenly Dragon Token had disappeared.

Ahead lay a storm where death was nine times more likely than life, and behind them was a dead end; they had no other choice.

"With me here, nothing will happen."

Seven thousand years ago, when the Heavenly Dragon Gate first discovered this place, it was the same scene: endless floating stones and infinite gales.

Even with the physical strength of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, the Heavenly Dragon Gate had a strict requirement for the sake of their disciples.

Soul Masters venturing down here were required to be at least at the seventh-ring realm; only a Martial Soul Avatar could contend with the deep-level gales.

According to Yu Xiao's earlier explanation, every time one broke through a layer of the storm, they would gain a sliver of insight into the Law of Wind.

That powerhouse from a thousand years ago, who had broken through twenty-seven layers of origin laws, had even grasped a trace of the Law of Space.

That was something only a Limit Douluo could touch.

Over the seven thousand years of the Heavenly Dragon Gate's exploitation of the Thirty-Three Heavens Storm, all sorts of wind-attribute and space-attribute treasures had been harvested or destroyed.

In this barren space of rock, there was no value left.

Therefore, the previous sect master faced no opposition when he closed this place off.

Xue Yuheng released Xiao Xiao's arm, and a 400,000-year blood-red soul ring lit up beneath his feet. The chill of Ultimate Ice instantly spread, freezing all the incoming gales into ice shards.

Here, he had no need to hide his strength.

"Xiao Xiao, in the path of cultivation, if you do not advance, you retreat. Our journey so far has been too smooth; perhaps this is a good trial for us," Xue Yuheng said earnestly.

At the same time, he signaled for the seven powerhouses of the Moon Shadow Squad to emerge from his shadow.

Grasping the Law of Wind was something unique to this place across the entire continent.

Xue Yuheng had never been one to enjoy things alone.

Xiao Xiao also looked serious, adding playfully: "Little Xue, why don't we have a competition to see who gains insight faster?"

Xue Yuheng nodded.

As soon as the words fell, the two joined hands and stepped into the first layer of the storm.

"His Highness and the Crown Princess are truly a perfect match... Do you think I'll ever find a husband of my own?" Wan looked on with envy at the two youngsters she had watched grow up.

She had finished the mining work at the bottom of the Cold Spring in the Earth Dragon Gate and had officially returned to the squad. This was the first time in years that the entire Moon Shadow Squad had gathered together.

Ying's Shadow Martial Soul possessed a powerful domain skill that allowed her to hide within the shadows of others.

This was undoubtedly a formidable assassination skill, though it was currently being used by Xue Yuheng for close-quarters protection.

The other six looked at "Wan" with strange expressions.

Yue, as the captain, chuckled: "With His Highness's selfish nature, I'm afraid you won't be able to run away..."

Wan gave a sweet smile, "Giggle... then I won't run. It wouldn't be bad if His Highness were my ideal husband... I'm not picky..."

Ying's expression remained flat as she said coldly: "Fangirl."

Rou covered her mouth and laughed, "That's not just being a fan-girl, that's spring fever... You guys should ask her what she borrowed from me last night..."

Wan's face flushed crimson, and she said in a fit of shame and anger, "Rou, don't think I don't know; out of all of us, you're the one who likes little shota the most... That time you were looking at the His Highness's photo..."

The women burst into a fit of giggles.

If this scene were seen by certain corrupt officials of the Douling Empire whose graves were already overgrown with three-meter-tall grass, they would likely be so enraged they'd jump right out of their coffins.

On the other side.

The first layer of the storm was equivalent to the attack of a level 10 Spirit Master, which was not difficult for Xue Yuheng and Xiao Xiao, yet neither of them chose to head to the next level immediately.

Xiao Xiao's Four Symbols Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron excelled in calming, suppressing evil, and control; as her thick spirit power spread out, the violent gale instantly slowed its flow.

Through repeatedly controlling the speed of the wind, Xiao Xiao's mastery over her spirit power grew stronger and stronger.

Xue Yuheng, however, used a different method of cultivation.

He combined his Ultimate Ice with the Power of Creation, imitating the trajectory of the wind, attempting to create a "wind" of his own.

Everyone's personality is different, and their understanding of the wind is different as well.

Since birth, Xue Yuheng had liked to keep everything under his control; as a transmigrator, he did not want anything to slip out of his grasp, at least not in the grand scheme of things.

One day, two days... eleven days...

In the blink of an eye, twenty-five days had passed.

Xue Yuheng awoke from his meditation, his palm moving slightly as a gentle breeze swirled around his fingertips.

Amidst the infinite gale, a wisp of breeze appeared, moving against the direction of the wind.

"Where is Xiao Xiao?"

In the space of the first layer of the storm, only Xue Yuheng and Rou remained.

Xue Yuheng's words caused Rou to wake up, and she replied, "Your Highness, Princess Consort Gan left the first heaven seven days ago.

She said that she could already control the gale of the first heaven, and there was no point in staying any longer."

Xue Yuheng was not angry; on the contrary, he felt quite gratified.

It seemed this was the first time Xiao Xiao had taken the initiative to leave his side.

The little girl really had grown up.

Rou had assumed that Xue Yuheng would leave to follow in Xiao Xiao's footsteps and head to the next level.

But Xue Yuheng did not.

Seeing the confusion between "Rou's" brows, Xue Yuheng smiled faintly.

"The wind on this first layer... is actually quite fun.

If you're bored of staying here, you can go ahead; don't worry about me."

Rou smiled gently, "No need, Rou'er will wait for Your Highness."

Rou'er... that form of address seemed to be from two years ago, when he was so happy that this woman had helped him crack a major corruption case involving a first-rank imperial official that he had called her that unintentionally, right?

A strange woman.

Xue Yuheng settled back into meditation.

Under the deduction of the Wordless Heavenly Book, the wind of these Thirty-Three Heavens... was actually...