Myriad Realms Gatekeeper-Chapter 1163 - 521: Secrets! _2
Chapter 1163: Chapter 521: Secrets! _2
Moments later.
The cries disappeared.
A tender voice emerged from the blood-soaked ruins:
"Is this the power of Truth?"
"...Interesting."
"It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered a world worth visiting in person, you all better not disappoint me."
A small hand raised up.
The power of destruction gathered in the hand, suddenly bursting forth like a beam shooting straight into the dark sky, instantly shattering the void, destination unknown.
On the other side.
This is Destruction History.
A moment in history——
Shen Ye brandished a long blade.
Yet another Destruction Servant was slain under the blade.
The task was completed.
He looked down at the shackles on his feet.
——When the task was completed, the iron chain of the shackles gained another link.
Another link.
It was about 5 centimeters longer.
This allowed his legs to move more freely.
These shackles were indeed formidable.
Completely unbreakable, only through continuous completion of tasks.
So——
"Must I keep killing?"
Shen Ye casually swung the long blade he had snatched, only to find that the current history was not hard to handle.
Had he grown stronger, or were these guys too weak?
...Seems like he had grown stronger.
He glanced at the void:
"Congratulations."
"The destruction you caused is sufficient."
"You have now advanced to the twenty-sixth layer of the Dharma Realm."
"All attributes begin to rise."
Tsk.
——Killing like this, if not careful, might elevate his strength all the way to the Truth Stage.
Though there have indeed been many dangerous situations.
But he endured.
He tapped his shackles with the blade, muttering to himself:
"Hey, if I keep killing, what will happen?"
The shackles remained silent.
However, in the void, small glowing letters suddenly appeared:
"Your Sword Skill·Shaking Heaven is the supreme path of truth at the Truth 21st Rank."
"Your blade technique suppressed the enemy."
"Blade technique remains in effect."
"The battle is over, the enemy is dead."
"You have acquired a vast amount of the Power of Destruction, not far from advancing to the next layer."
"Due to the excessive distance, more intelligence cannot be acquired at present."
"The enemy begins to engage in????"
"..."
Shen Ye was stunned.
Enemy?
Who?
Just now he completed many tasks, hopping across numerous histories.
——Could it be some monster faked death and deceived him, only to be killed by the power of the blade later?
Really cunning.
If not this...
Perhaps it was the Master of the End?
At the thought of this, Shen Ye couldn’t help shaking his head.
The Destruction Queen said, if he doesn’t die on the spot, he won’t die.
Thinking about it, it still seemed to be the monster from the last task.
Forget it.
Nothing to ponder over.
No matter what it intends to engage in????, it’s no longer his business.
His task was already complete.
Shen Ye looked towards the battlefield.
In the distance.
Stronger Destruction Servants appeared.
——This endless slaughter, though exhausting, somehow, he was mentally becoming more adaptive.
Combat seemed to have become instinctive.
Along with his mastery of the Three Styles of Swordsmanship, which was constantly deepening.
So, continue fighting!
His physique flashed, soaring across the sky, raising his blade, slicing towards those Destruction Servants.
"Kill him!"
The Servants shouted in unison.
Shen Ye fell into the crowd, about to continue his attack, suddenly felt something.
No!
He suddenly turned around.
——And saw an extremely ferocious light of destruction emerge from the void!
Too late to do anything.
Shen Ye hastily drew his blade to meet the light——
The blade’s edge.
Met with the Light of Destruction.
In an instant.
Boom!
Amid the deafening magic roar, the destructive light dispersed from the blade’s edge, obliterating the entire battlefield, turning the land into a vast mottled blood plain.
Everyone perished.
No——
Where Shen Ye stood with his blade.
The few enemies before and behind him gazed around in confusion.
"What kind of technique is this."
Someone whispered softly.
Shen Ye’s expression was solemn, his gaze turned to the void.
The faint little letters had already been frantically refreshed:
"You performed the All Heaven Saber Technique."
"This blade technique is of the Truth 21st Rank, but your comprehension is not deep, nor is your power sufficient, the Dharma Aspect did not open in urgency."
"This blade technique’s power cannot fully unfold, currently, it can only protect you, making all destructive powers within ten square meters in front of you dissipate like dreams."
"——Coming like a spring dream, not lasting long, going like morning clouds, finding no trace."
Almost got killed!
——Fortunately this blade was of the Truth 21st Rank!
It blocked it!
Clang.
The sound of weapons falling rang out one after another.
Those enemies threw away their weapons, kneeling before Shen Ye, continually bowing.
Both sides were clearly enemies.
Clearly about to fight to the death, yet saved by this person with a single blade.
No one knew what to say.
In the end, they simply kowtowed.
Shen Ye slowly lowered his blade, looked up at the vast sky.
The feeling wasn’t good.
Was this the Master’s technique?
He seemed not to be this fierce.
On the other side.
Within the ruins of the End of the World Castle.
That tender voice echoed once more:
"Not bad."
"Finally a world worthy of my descent..."
...
Earth.
Uncle Qi’s Breakfast Shop.
Xie Lan retracted his gaze, his face playful.
Uncle Qi wore a knowing expression as well.
Only Shen Ye still showed a face full of interest, flipping over and over, examining the item in his hand.
"Speaking of which——isn’t it normal for you to draw out this thing?"
Xie Lan said.
"You don’t understand, this phone is Truth Creation, surely unlike what we usually use." Shen Ye said.
"Insightful, I have never seen a phone-type treasure in Truth Land." Uncle Qi eagerly applauded.
Shen Ye indeed drew out a phone!
This phone was entirely black, with an extremely simple interface, only a large screen, yet no light, and nothing could be seen on the screen.