Chapter Fifty-Two: The Realm of Jian

“Old man, did that kid start cultivating right from his mother’s womb?”
Feng Shang furrowed his brows. Though they were of similar age, the black-haired youth’s realm and strength far surpassed his own. This left him feeling somewhat unsettled, prompting him to search for excuses to comfort himself.
Da Jiuxing was speechless at his remark.
“In the Spiritual Energy Universe, children with extraordinary talent and comprehension aren’t rare. Honestly, you’re not any worse than him—just a bit lazier.”
“Hm, you’re right! If I trained seriously, I’d be stronger than him.” Feng Shang’s eyes lit up, feeling greatly encouraged, convinced that laziness was his only flaw.
Da Jiuxing choked a little, surprised that his words of comfort had inflated Feng Shang’s confidence.
“This child’s talent is remarkable, his comprehension extraordinary. Moreover, he knows how to temper himself diligently in the Dark Cosmos. In the future, he’ll likely leave his contemporaries far behind…” Da Jiuxing sighed again.
Feng Shang frowned at this, finding the words uncomfortable.
“Feeling the pressure now? Then rise up and chase after him. The wheel of fortune turns, destiny is fickle in the Dao of the Universe—who’s to say who may seize it?” Da Jiuxing smiled.
Feng Shang let out a sigh.
“What’s wrong?”
“I think it’s better to let things take their natural course.”
“…”
The Dark Cosmos was enveloped in a dim, subdued light.
Celestial bodies and stars were everywhere—ancient and enduring. Legend held that this place was the antithesis of the Spiritual Energy Universe, devoid of spiritual energy and unsuitable for cultivation.
Squeak…
The black-haired youth’s gaze was sharp as he targeted a shattered, blood-red star. Muscles bulged along his arm as he drew his bow once more; a jet-black beam of destruction manifested along the taut bowstring.
Behind him, visions appeared—ten radiant veins blazed brilliantly, amplifying his strength, making his power even more formidable.
This was a profound accumulation, immediately causing Feng Shang’s expression to turn grave.
“All ten veins are manifest.”
“The power of this shot should be much greater.”
“Whoosh!”
A piercing whistle rang out.
The black-haired youth suddenly released the bowstring. The string snapped back, the destructive beam tore through the air, and along its path, a black fissure a thousand feet wide was ripped open.
In the blink of an eye, the arrow of destruction reached the blood-red star.
Black flames surged, boundless and endless.

The star’s crimson radiance was swallowed by the gathering black flames, surging like waves and submerging all. Thunderous explosions gradually shattered the blood-colored star.
At such a young age, to wield such power with a single arrow—he was fully deserving of the title “peerless talent of the universe.”
Feng Shang compared himself inwardly. If he excluded divine treasures like the Essence Creation Qi and the Azure Doom Universe Scroll, he would struggle to match that youth in combat strength.
Of course, when it came to relying on treasures, their circumstances would be quite different.
Da Jiuxing stared long at the black divine bow, pondering. His life was unimaginably long, his experience vast.
He vaguely sensed a familiar aura from the divine bow.
“Come to think of it, I remembered something. Did you notice the term they mentioned earlier—‘Jian Divine Realm’?” Da Jiuxing suddenly said.
“I recall it.” Feng Shang remembered that when the two armored men praised the black-haired youth, they had mentioned that with Young Master Universe Split’s talent, he would sweep through the Jian Divine Realm.
What kind of place was the Jian Divine Realm?
“By my reckoning, the Jian Divine Realm is about to open. Recently, many gifted children have emerged in the Spiritual Energy Universe, and the Nine Saints of the Star Sea have received numerous petitions.” Da Jiuxing clasped his hands behind his back, speaking in a low voice.
“Oh?” Feng Shang’s interest was piqued.
“In ancient times, there was a divine child named Jian. It’s said he was born in the Celestial Heights, blessed with supreme destiny and fortune, and at birth he was already at the Divine Lord realm.”
“What! Born as a Divine Lord?” Feng Shang was stunned, almost thinking he misheard.
Who could be so formidable?
Born as a Divine Lord—how could those who toiled for ten thousand years and still fell short of a thousandth of a Divine Lord compare?
“Jian’s talent was said to be the greatest in the Spiritual Energy Universe. In just ten thousand years, he comprehended the Dao of Time. No one knows what kind of being he truly was.”
A gleam flashed in Da Jiuxing’s eyes.
“One day, Jian arrived in a desolate starfield. A black hole there was collapsing, spewing radiant energy.
He was drawn in, lingering to observe, and unexpectedly, after the black hole collapsed, a mysterious region appeared.
Jian’s curiosity was aroused; he entered and discovered countless golden worlds, shimmering and brimming with essence. At the heart of these myriad worlds was a vast realm, radiant with multicolored light and auspicious energies.”
Da Jiuxing recounted the tale.
Feng Shang was captivated, urging the old man to continue.
“Later, news spread, shaking the entire Spiritual Energy Universe. Countless powerful beings flocked there, competing for the prize. In the end, a thousand Divine Lords divided the world among themselves, but the most mysterious realm had already been taken by Jian.” Da Jiuxing smiled.
“The realm he took away is the Jian Divine Realm, right?”
Feng Shang’s eyes shone with curiosity. The Spiritual Energy Universe was full of miracles—sometimes realms emerged from the void, possibly containing treasures birthed in chaos.
That being named Jian, aside from his extraordinary talent, was also exceptionally fortunate.

But no one expected that not long after Jian took the divine realm, he left it in the Star Sea’s heavens, before the residence of a saint.” Da Jiuxing said.
“What? Why would he do that?”
“That’s what makes him interesting.”
Da Jiuxing laughed, “Jian was carefree and unrestrained, unwilling to manage it, so he entrusted the divine realm to the Star Sea, which then operated it. After his modifications, only beings below the Reverse realm could enter, and each time no more than ten thousand people. He also said there was an opportunity inside—an opportunity sufficient to attain sainthood.”
“Sainthood?!”
Feng Shang was shocked. He was arrogant and proud, but at this moment, hearing such a significant term, he couldn’t remain calm.
“Don’t get too excited. From ancient times to now, millions of prodigies have entered, at most becoming Divine Lords. Sainthood… is too distant.”
Da Jiuxing shook his head. Clearly, he wasn’t impressed and thought it might just be a boastful rumor.
“When will it open?”
Feng Shang’s eyes gleamed, fighting spirit ablaze.
“In a while. I’ll send a letter to the Nine Saints. I suppose it won’t be long. Some big figures in the Thousand Domains have long anticipated it for their offspring.”
Da Jiuxing chuckled, “Enough talk, let’s return to Nine Star City.”
A flash of white light, and Da Jiuxing took Feng Shang, vanishing into the currents of space.
In the distance, the black-haired youth practicing archery paused, his dark eyes suddenly glancing toward the direction where Da Jiuxing disappeared, a hint of doubt flickering.
“Master Universe Split, what’s wrong?”
Seeing the youth suddenly stop, the two armored warriors inquired. With Da Jiuxing’s skill, they couldn’t possibly detect anything, and knew nothing of what had just transpired.
“The Split Universe Divine Bow tells me someone was just watching us—immensely powerful, enough to make it tremble, comparable to my father.” The black-haired youth replied.
“What!”
“A being on par with the Lord of Dangtian Domain!”
The two warriors cried out. Master Universe Split’s father was the mighty Lord of Dangtian Domain! In the Grand Cultivation Domain, the Dangtian Domain ranked among the top ten!
Its ranking owed much to the Lord’s strength.
To think that a being of such caliber was observing them made the two shiver, breaking out in cold sweat.
“He’s already gone—most likely just observing, nothing else.” The black-haired youth was calm, his gaze unruffled, as he resumed drawing his bow, aiming at a field of stellar debris.