Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents - Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Chapter 313 Break Destiny, Invite Master_l

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The Divine Skills manifested by the Holy Master were terrifying to the extreme.

Once the Apocalypse Grinding emerged, it crushed everything in its path.

Jiang Ming’s heart raced with the sense of imminent danger flooding his mind. His figure flickered, ascending higher with each step, as the power within his body intertwined to unleash his strongest strike.

“Fifteen hundred principles, Godslaying Sword!”

The long sword that evolved in his hand was no weaker than a twelfth-grade divine weapon. It shimmered with light, immeasurable in its divine might, as numerous principles interwoven layer upon layer, crafting divine patterns of power.

Sword Qi surged, imbued with the force to destroy the Various Heavens.

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The sword split the sky, sheared through order, and demolished the chaos currents. It evoked earth, fire, wind, and water, halting the grinding force of the Apocalypse Grinding with a startling explosion.

This Divine Skill was instantly destroyed, and the long sword in Jiang Ming’s hand also shattered, alas, without breaking through the chaos that bound him.

An endless pressure continued to cascade down upon him, as if he was in the eye of a vortex, with all the pressure focused solely on him.

Such was the strength of this pressure that even ordinary beings at the Demigod Realm would be annihilated to dust, leaving nothing behind.

Utterly terrifying.

“What a Gods’ Sword, most Lower Gods could certainly not withstand it and would be slain!” praised the Holy Master’s voice, “But it is still not enough, far from enough!”

“Chaos Cataclysm, descend!”

Upon uttering these words, the chaos trembled, giving rise to the powers of many disasters—the Great Sun Wind Catastrophe, the Apocalypse Fire Disaster, the Annihilation Thunder Calamity, the Return to Ruins Burial Calamity, and so on—all descended at once.

He demonstrated the Performing Ten Thousand Laws, surpassing ordinary comprehension.

Jiang Ming’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes sparkling as he peered into the principles hidden within, pondering the laws of their transformations and turning them into his own accumulation of insights.

This exchange, apart from sparking his potential, also vastly broadened his horizons, giving rise to various ideas through analogy.

But he still needed to get past the obstacle before him.

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“Fifteen hundred principles, Gods’ Sword!”

Jiang Ming demonstrated his method again.

It was still the fusion of fifteen hundred principles, but the method of fusion was different this time, completely altering the Dao Resonance emanating from this sword.

The Sword Intention had grown even sharper, its might even more fearsome.

In the flick of a finger, it clashed thirty million times.

Though it did not manage to suppress him, neither could he escape.

The battle shook the heavens, and his divine might was boundless.

In the fringes of the cosmos, the entire area was shrouded in darkness, with all the nearby stars fallen, making it seem like a black hole.

Yet the occasional burst of light illuminated the entire starry sky.

The Master, who was quite close by, already appeared very solemn.

In the front, there lay a scene reminiscent of the Creation of Heaven and Earth. Sometimes it shrank to the size of a soybean, but then expanded instantaneously to a scale larger than an entire star system.

It made even his heart skip a beat in terror.

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“Compared to Jiang Ming, I am after all lacking!”

“He bases his Martial Art on the Four Elements Tao, aiming to comprehend three thousand laws.”

“I merely use the Five Elements and Yin and Yang as my foundation, both in quantity and quality, far too distant!”

“I wanted to take the Five Elements as the basis, reverse Yin and Yang, and then transform into Chaos, but in the end, it was too simplistic. From the Dao comes one, one gives rise to two, two gives rise to three, and the three produce all things. Yet reversing this process is not easy at all. Yin-Yang Reverse Chaos is simply not feasible. Chaos is the mother of all, and Yin and Yang are but a part of it.”

Master sighed.

“Three thousand laws are the foundation.”

“Once three thousand are achieved, the world becomes perfect, and the power of origin born from it would likely be the power of Chaos, after all, it harbors the force of all things.”

Master was endowed with unrivaled talent and insight far deeper than others.

His gaze was profound, his Divine Light brilliant, and on occasion, he could glimpse the situation within the Chaos space evolved by the Holy Master.

“Even more amazing is the Holy Master!”

“Using Divine to commandeer the All Tao of the mortal world, with decrees and spoken laws, various Divine Skills come easily to hand, as if the master of all laws, further able to evolve Chaos. If he were in the God Realm, he probably couldn’t do it.”

“No, he definitely couldn’t!”

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Master murmured to himself.

“That’s right, you are quite remarkable; in the God Realm, I indeed couldn’t do it.” The voice of the Holy Master suddenly emerged, and he appeared at his side, his face showing admiration, “The rules of the mortal plane are, after all, for the mortal plane. In the God Realm or within the super-dimensional universe, there are higher-level principles, where one law can spring forth all Tao.”

“You didn’t use your full strength?” Master asked with a slight surprise, offering a formal bow.

“This is already the limit of the test, the true limit.” The Holy Master said.

“The limit of the test, but not your limit!” Master realized in a moment and couldn’t help but exclaim, “The Genius War is ultimately not a deadly ground, nor a place of no return, it is for cultivating talent, selecting talent.”

“Indeed!” nodded the Holy Master, “This generation of Tianjiao is abundant like rain, with potentials so high, foundations so deep, strengths so formidable, far beyond my imagination. Therefore, it is difficult, reaching an unprecedented limit. The standard routines are just a bit stronger than when I first made a move against you, they would not make a Demigod feel despair.”

“That makes sense.” Master sighed again, “In the end, all beings are like pieces on a chessboard.” He paused and asked earnestly, “Then what kind of existence are we?”

“Originally an illusion, yet you broke the chains of fate, turning the false into the true, preserving what is genuine.” The Holy Master looked at Master and smiled again, “You are remarkable.”

“Turning the false into the true, preserving what is genuine, indeed so.” Master was not surprised.

Because he had already surmised this situation.

He was neither saddened nor jubilant.

“If beings like us can break fate and transcend, why then do you seek to encircle us?” Master asked again.

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“Ido not concern myself with worldly affairs.” The Holy Master spoke, “To transcend the mundane and break the chains of fate, how could it be so simple? It can be said to be a calamity at every step, a difficulty with every move. If you weren’t extremely talented and hadn’t been influenced by the broadening vision of Jiang Ming, you probably would have already been buried in dust and sand throughout the ages. Even now, you haven’t completely broken free from the shackles of fate, only by stepping out of this realm can you truly succeed. From then on, your fate is in your hands, life and death are your own to command, and you will no longer simply drift with the flow.”

Master was silent.

He raised his head and looked into the vast depths, his eyes seemingly breaking free from the mundane restraints, gazing beyond the world outside.

“Is the next step to confirm the Dao and become a God?” Master turned his gaze back and asked again.

“Indeed!” The Holy Master smiled, “This is the usual way to break the chains of fate, and you should understand its difficulty. Through the past ages, talents dazzlingly brilliant have been innumerable, and yet, unfortunately, there have been no confirmers of the Dao to become gods. That is the difficulty of breaking fate.”

Master nodded silently.

He deeply understood.

It was extremely difficult to become a god.

Over the years, he had traveled among mountains and great marshes, toured the One Hundred and Eight Provinces, looked over the outskirts of the Canghai, and seen countless geniuses.

And what if one looked back over a thousand years, ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years?

Geniuses would be as plentiful as the fish crossing the river.

“Besides that, there’s another method!” continued the Holy Master as he flipped his palm, and a golden token appeared, rippling with the undying resonance of Dao, “Accept the invitation, take part in the Multidimensional Cosmic Genius War.”

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He handed it over.