Domain Lord Fourth Order

The Demon Island Vine devoured the Spiral Flame Flower as if a floodgate had been opened.

Hundreds of crimson vines, each fifty meters in diameter, lashed out wildly, coiling around the Spiral Flame Flower like giant octopuses.

"Damn it! Attack!"

Several Universe-level powerhouses from the Black Soul Tower unleashed their D-grade weapons against the Demon Island Vine.

Beams of light and white sparks erupted from the center of the vine.

A black speck suddenly appeared above the Demon Island Vine, rapidly expanding into a sphere sixty-four meters in diameter that resembled a black hole, its edges warping the very space around it.

To the shock of all present, the black-hole-like sphere absorbed every single attack.

Demon Island Vines were rare, and those present knew little of their habits or intelligence, save for the fact that they were notoriously difficult to cultivate and exorbitantly expensive.

"It swallowed them?"

"The Demon Island Vine has an ability like that? If I'd known, I would've gotten one myself."

"As if you could afford it!"

The crowd was filled with envy and jealousy, and some even wished for Chen Beixun to die right there.

The members of the Lotte Family looked toward the Black Soul Tower contingent and roared frantically.

"Come on!"

"F*** you!"

"Brothers, charge!"

Both sides erupted into motion, their war cries shaking the heavens.

The Lotte Family had 654 people, while the Black Soul Tower had 501.

Frozen lands, scorched earth... various domains collided, creating a dazzling and chaotic scene.

Chen Beixun tilted his head slightly, watching a snowflake drift past his eyes.

The originally black sandy ground underwent a strange transformation; flames burned within water that defied nature, and amidst the absolute darkness, peculiar fragments drifted by.

At that very moment, a powerful pressure descended! Everyone, whether from the Lotte Family or the Black Soul Tower, looked toward the Demon Island Vine in disbelief.

"That plant life form broke through?!"

"The Demon Island Vine has broken through!"

Cultivating a Demon Island Vine through conventional methods takes 650 years to reach the first to third level of the Domain Lord stage. Breaking through to the fourth level is a major hurdle, as is reaching the seventh. Although the Demon Island Vine devours everything, the wealth required to raise one to the World Lord level far exceeds the net worth of an average Immortal—an average Immortal is worth about 10,000 Hunyuan Units, while the poorer ones might only have 1,000.

"The plans Qishan gave me back then nearly scared me to death!" Chen Beixun mused, gazing at the drastically changing Demon Island Vine.

At the time, he had chosen Plan No. 3, which cost 130,000 Hunyuan Units (he hadn't used it yet, as he lacked the funds).

By now, the Demon Island Vine had swallowed more than half of the Spiral Flame Flower.

"Damn it!" Zhen Jin was on the verge of tears. The Spiral Flame Flower was his greatest asset from the World Lord World, and now it was being devoured by the Demon Island Vine, reduced to nothing more than fertilizer.

"Retreat..." The members of the Black Soul Tower looked grim; there was no point in continuing this.

As the fighting dragged on, more reinforcements were arriving for both sides. They understood that escalating the conflict was unnecessary, especially since the fate of the Spiral Flame Flower was already sealed.

Zhen Jin flew slowly into the air and shouted at Chen Beixun, "I don't know if you're participating in the Hero Tournament (Warrior Tournament), but if you are, you'd better pray you don't run into me!"

"Barking dog," Chen Beixun sneered. He deliberately amplified his voice with spiritual energy so everyone present could hear him.

Chen Beixun's voice echoed across the area. Zhen Jin's expression turned ugly. He swore to himself that he would kill Chen Beixun, then stepped onto his spirit weapon and fled at high speed.

"That guy seems to be a member of the Longke Race," Chen Beixun noted, watching Zhen Jin's retreating figure.

The Longke Race was among the top thirty in terms of human bloodlines. They stood about three meters tall and had two flexible antennae on their foreheads.

"Hmm," Chen Beixun smiled. "I could also try to possess a race with a strong bloodline."

"There's no need to obsess over whether or not I have a clone."

The races capable of producing clones were incredibly rare, and their price was inevitably astronomical! Of course, the "Possession Secret Technique" wasn't exactly common street trash either, and even if one possessed it, success was not guaranteed.

Every race had its own unique traits; some could not be possessed, while others had souls too strong to be overtaken.

The Black Soul Tower had retreated, and the Lotte Family began collecting the spoils of war. The Black Soul Tower had left in such a hurry that they hadn't recovered many of their corpses; these bodies were also a significant source of wealth.

Chen Beixun hovered in the air, looking down at the people scavenging the battlefield.

"Becoming an Immortal is the only true path," Chen Beixun sighed softly.

Becoming an Immortal granted one infinite lifespan, but even after achieving immortality, one had to endure the test of time. After all, once one fully comprehended the lower-level origin laws, they had to begin studying the higher-level space (or time) origin laws; the difficulty of this spiked exponentially! Many Immortals, unable to progress through the endless passage of time, gradually fell into decadence and stopped striving for improvement.

Becoming an Immortal was a great test, and what followed was an even greater one.

"Throughout the long river of time, how many become Immortals, and how many become Universe Lords?" Chen Beixun closed his eyes. "The future is uncertain."

Meanwhile...

Black Soul Tower base.

"Damn it!" Zhen Jin sat on the sofa, slamming his fist against the alloy wall behind him in a fit of rage, while a charming woman beneath him performed a service to soothe his spirit.

Beep!

Zhen Jin raised his arm, his pupils constricting as he muttered, "Master is looking for me?"

He frowned, reached out to shove the charming woman away, and barked, "Get lost!" He then immediately projected a strand of his consciousness into the Virtual Universe.

Virtual Universe, Longwen Island.

"Zhen Jin." An aged voice reached Zhen Jin's ears.

"Uh," Zhen Jin pursed his lips, turned, and knelt before a gaunt old man, "Master!"

The old man carried the unique aura of a hundred-battle veteran, like an aging tiger in the twilight of its years—yet even an old warrior could still fight!

The old man stepped forward, reached out to help Zhen Jin up, and said, "I have heard about your situation."

"Master, I am truly useless." Zhen Jin hung his head, tears welling in his eyes, looking like a wronged child seeking comfort in the arms of an elder.

The old man, Tuyi, coughed a few times and said, "Tears won't change anything!"

Zhen Jin took a deep breath and said, "There is nothing I can do; that guy has a Tier 3 Domain Lord Demon Island Vine, and he is already at Tier 4 Domain Lord level himself."

"Oh." Tuyi's eyes darted around; his aged face was covered in wrinkles and dark brown spots resembling age spots.

Suddenly, a terrifying, malevolent aura erupted from Tuyi.

Zhen Jin couldn't help but tremble, confused as to why his master was acting this way.

Could the immortal treasure I have spent so many years searching for be on him? Tuyi thought. Although I am a World Lord, my lifespan is nearing its end!

"Investigate him!" A fierce light flashed in Tuyi's eyes.

Seeing Tuyi standing there in silence, Zhen Jin asked cautiously and with confusion, "Master?"

"Zhen Jin, keep a close eye on that Chen Beixun," Tuyi said softly, while thinking to himself, I'll take the gamble!

Zhen Jin was overjoyed. "Yes, Master, I will go arrange for people to be placed immediately." He then logged out of the Virtual Company.

A smile appeared on Tuyi's face, his mood suddenly excellent. "Heh heh, time to go try out those new twin sisters."

Chen Beixun was unaware that danger was approaching; he was currently within the Lotte Family compound, cultivating the Twilight Art.

Inside a room about ten meters high.

"Almost there!" Chen Beixun sat cross-legged, his forehead covered in beads of sweat as the twelfth crystal in his sea of consciousness slowly solidified.

"Condense!"

A round bead coalesced within Chen Beixun's sea of consciousness. He gritted his teeth, his jaw making a clicking sound. "Now for the carving!"

This step was incredibly difficult! One mistake would mean all previous efforts were wasted, and he would have to condense the twelfth crystal all over again.

"One!"

"Two!"

Chen Beixun counted silently in his heart; this method seemed to reduce the pain slightly.

The condensation was relatively smooth this time, but the time required was far greater than for the previous ones—45.6 hours; just over two full days!

"Hoo!" Chen Beixun exhaled sharply. "That was truly grueling!"

"Two days of torture!"

Chen Beixun wiped his forehead and flicked the sweat off his hand.

"Although it was painful, the gains are significant!" Chen Beixun's gaze was like a torch, gleaming with bright light. "I can feel that my soul strength and consciousness willpower have improved quite a bit!"

"Heh heh heh! This time, my soul attacks will rise to a new level!" Chen Beixun clenched his fist and laughed. "Should I go out and test them?"

He was a man of action; Chen Beixun stood up quickly, walked out of the room, and left the Luote Family compound.

He headed toward the conflict zone.