Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 208 Five Fingers Cover the Sky, Shattering the Void

The two figures collided like streaks of light.

Sword energy and lightning intertwined and shone brightly, the dazzling light tearing through the clouds on the mountaintop and sending rocks flying everywhere.

"A dragon that soars too high will regret it; fullness cannot last long."

Mo Yu silently reminded himself that although his state of burning his vital energy was as intense as a raging flame, it could not be sustained for long.

Therefore, they show no mercy when they strike, each move a desperate attempt to kill!
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.

Sword light and lightning collided in the air, and the surging air waves swept around like blades, crushing grass, trees and rocks into dust.

Although it is an object from the art world, it embodies the artistic conception of Mo Yu, who absorbed the Wang family's heritage and integrated his own artistic talent.

While its appearance may not be realistic, its hardness and density are in no way inferior to real mountains, rocks, and vegetation.

Even so, when faced with two of the strongest superhumans who have reached the limits of what this world can tolerate, they are nothing more than soft mud to be trampled upon.

Mo Yu suddenly unleashed a sword strike, the sword light slicing through the void. Zhang Zhiwei's figure flashed, the sword energy grazing past him, leaving a sword mark tens of meters long and wide on the cliff wall with a "boom", and rubble fell into the ravine like rain.

With the blessing of thunder magic, Zhang Zhiwei was incredibly fast, his body wreathed in lightning, like a divine being from the Thunder Department; Mo Yu, transformed into sword light, was equally fast, his sword intent as bright as a rainbow, like a peerless sword immortal descending to earth.

Both of them possessed stats comparable to the heavens!
Regardless of speed, strength, or defense, although the methods used may differ, the final results achieved are only slightly different.

Mo Yu possesses astonishing combat talent and has encountered countless extraordinary events.

Zhang Zhiwei is equally talented, and being over a hundred years old, he is also very experienced.

The contest of skills between the two was equally difficult to determine a winner!

With a flash of lightning, Mo Yu raised her arm to block, but Zhang Zhiwei delivered a powerful, thunderous strike. Just as Mo Yu was about to kick out with a hidden leg, the Old Master had already retreated to a defensive position, his fist following closely like a shadow.

Another few dozen moves clashed.

They fought their way from the mountaintop to the mountainside, and then back up again, their sword energy clashing with thunder, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

Neither Mo Yu nor Zhang Zhiwei managed to gain any advantage over the other.

Quality, skills, and willpower.

In his current state, Mo Yu has already reached the pinnacle of this world.

But Zhang Zhiwei, he usually stands at the pinnacle of this world.

No matter what moves Mo Yu made, her sword strikes were as sharp as the wind and as unpredictable as a phantom, Zhang Zhiwei could always anticipate them and use his fists and palms to block her retreat at just the right moment.

No matter how much power Mo Yu exerted, his true qi surged like a river, and his sword energy tore through the sky and earth, he could never break through that mysterious ceiling.

This feeling of oppression made his chest feel tight, as if he had swallowed a lump of excrement and felt nauseous.

No, it's a hundred times more disgusting than that!
Despite his untapped potential, he was unable to make any progress. The world was like a cage, locking him firmly under the 'limit of heaven,' unable to move.

Each sword strike felt like being dragged down by something in the deep sea.

Mo Yu was so frustrated he was about to go crazy; veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were blazing with fury!

Zhang Zhiwei, however, seemed to be enjoying himself, his smile growing wider and a hint of mockery in his eyes.

After all these years, it's not easy to find an opponent who feels so good to play with, has such a strong fighting spirit, and is so durable.

"How's it going, kid? It tastes pretty good, doesn't it?" Zhang Zhiwei noticed Mo Yu's frustration and laughed even harder.

Mo Yu, panting heavily, glared at him through gritted teeth and couldn't help but ask:
"Master, have you been living like this all these years?"

Only those who have truly 'enjoyed' this feeling can understand how torturous it is.

It's like you're two meters tall, but you live in an underground world where the ceiling above your head is only two meters high.

It's not something you can see just by looking up; rather, if you stand up straight, your scalp feels chafed painfully, you have to bend over even to stand on tiptoe, and you can't even straighten your arms when you stretch.

The repression was so deep that even breathing felt stifling.

What's even more terrifying is that you're not fully developed yet, and you're still growing!
With every inch you grow taller, the ceiling seems to drop lower, forcing you to curl up like a caged wild animal, filled with rage but with nowhere to vent it.

Just then, Zhang Zhiwei spoke up and told him about the 'population red line' and the 'mythical era'.

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Mo Yu remained silent, his gaze fixed on the air, his lips twitching slightly.

No wonder that in the history he researched, whether ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, no one wanted to live a peaceful life; they all wanted to overturn everything and welcome the return of the mythical era.

Living in this oppressive world would drive anyone crazy!
If he were Xiang Yu, he would also not hesitate to break the population red line and actively usher in the mythical era.

He didn't care if he died on the way, or if the gods and beasts of the mythical era descended to tear him apart and devour him.

He would rather die standing than live curled up, trapped in this small cage for the rest of his life!

Fortunately, Mo Yu had the All-Heavens Chat Group as a lifeline, and could even physically travel to other worlds.

At worst, he can just go and kill some girls.

Even if the 'limit' of the world of Kill la Kill isn't high, there will always be other worlds with sufficiently high limits.

Regardless of domestic works like "Covering the Sky" or American comics like DC.
There will always be a world where he can stretch freely.

If there was really no other way, he directly merged with Qin Shimo Yu.

The world of Qin Shi is clearly also a mythological era, and we don't know what the conditions are for lifting the restrictions.

Given his status during the Qin Dynasty, he would definitely have known about such a thing as a population red line.

Seeing that Mo Yu, though feeling aggrieved, hadn't exploded as expected, Zhang Zhiwei stroked his long beard.
"Your temperament is better than mine. When I first heard this news, I almost turned the world upside down if I hadn't already received the Heavenly Master's ordination."

Mo Yu looked away guiltily, too embarrassed to say that he actually had another way to hold back from exploding.

Speaking of which, if we really encountered a high-risk world, perhaps we could throw him there; I bet the old master himself would be quite happy.

Seeing him with his head down, Zhang Zhiwei worried that he might have a sudden change of heart, becoming depressed and despondent. He glanced up at the almost illusory world of the painting and broke the silence with a lighthearted tone:

"Kid, do you have the means to reinforce this world? I'll show you something good."

Mo Yu was taken aback. He looked up and met the old celestial master's smiling face, and felt a strange chill run down his spine.

He vaguely guessed what Zhang Zhiwei was going to show him, and his reckless spirit instantly ignited, causing a smile to involuntarily spread across his face.

Without saying a word, he immediately took out the Wang family calligraphy brush from the chat group and began to write in mid-air.

The world depicted in the painting was merely a projection within his consciousness. Aside from the fact that the energy consumed was truly gone, even if destroyed, he could recreate it. His brushstrokes flowed like a dragon, ink transforming into swirling light in the air, and the illusory mountain peak gradually solidified.
The flattened boulder returned to its original shape, the sword marks on the rock face slowly healed, tender green grass sprouted anew from the three-foot-deep earth, and even the thin clouds in the distance seemed to thicken.

Mo Yu paused, his gaze sharpened, and he threw the brush into the air.

The brush hovered in mid-air, emitting a faint spiritual light, resonating with the remnant spirit of Wang Ai within it, transforming into an invisible force that reinforced this painted world.

A low murmur seemed to echo between heaven and earth, as if the world of painting had truly come to life at this moment.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the calligraphy brush, his eyes flashing, but he didn't say anything more.

As the Celestial Master of the Zhengyi Alliance, he protects this world, not a dynasty of any particular family or clan, nor is he a watchdog for any powerful family.

While Mo Yu was wrong to kill the Wang family, has Wang Ai's behavior over the years been clean?
The old master could tolerate even the darker and more wicked Wang Ai, so naturally he wouldn't harm Mo Yu just because the Wang family was destroyed.

He merely glanced at the reinforced painting realm, shook his head, and, still feeling it wasn't enough, slowly raised his hands—

One hand points to the sky, the other hand points to the earth!
In an instant, the golden light protecting his body surged, as intense as molten gold and as fluid as flowing water, transforming into two thick golden ropes that stretched towards the sky and the earth.

Golden light shot into the sky and split the earth, like a pillar of light reaching the heavens and fixing the four corners!

A deep rumble came from the edge of the painting world, as if the whole world had been nailed to the void!

Mo Yu stared at the exaggerated amount of true qi, completely dumbfounded.

Is this the kind of Qi that a human body can contain?
"Master, were you just trying to fool me?" His lips twitched, his voice filled with disbelief.

Zhang Zhiwei shrugged, his tone relaxed: "The Celestial Master's Degree is a limitation for me, but for the vast majority of Celestial Masters throughout history, it is actually an enhancement."

Do you even understand what it means for humanity to reach the heavens?

Do you know what the peak of one's health at forty is?

Oh, Mo Yu is only twenty-five years old now, then it's alright.

"Why don't you try out the current level of competition in the art world?" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

Mo Yu nodded, his right hand transformed into a sword once more, and with focused concentration, he thrust the sword out from mid-air.

A multicolored sword mark tore through the void, its edges shimmering with an eerie light.

But then, the spatial rift was quickly closed by the power of the world, leaving not even a ripple.

He squinted, sensing the solidity of the painted world at this moment, and felt a tremor in his heart.

Even if he were to exert all his strength to destroy this place, it would take him some time.

Seeing that he had finished confirming, Zhang Zhiwei smiled even more broadly: "You can get ready now, and let me know when you're done."

A big question mark flashed across Mo Yu's forehead.

He was already at the height of the heavens, so what was there to prepare? He immediately blurted out, "Woman."

The word "good" had not yet been uttered—

The sky is falling!

"Boom——"

A deafening roar shook the sea of ​​consciousness, and the sky of the painting world suddenly shattered, cracks spreading like a spider web, revealing an endless, pitch-black void.

Within the Heavenly Palace of Consciousness, a colossal hand, obscuring the sky and sun, descended from beyond the heavens, its five fingers like mountains, crashing down with an aura capable of crushing everything.

Golden light and lightning intertwined in his palm, as if the sky were collapsing!
Mo Yu's pupils contracted sharply, her scalp tingled, and before she could react, she had already fallen into a baby-like sleep.

Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was the shattered void.
The art world could not withstand this immense power; mountains and rivers collapsed, clouds and mist shattered, and the world crumbled like glass, revealing an endless chaotic black curtain behind it.

The Five Finger Mountain seemed to emerge from mythology, carrying an epic sense of oppression, crushing time, crushing space, and crushing his consciousness.

Heaven and earth were utterly silent, leaving only emptiness.

Outside the painting, Yingge was squatting on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the two little figures fighting fiercely in the mural.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed out of the painting, carrying pebbles and dust. Caught off guard, she was thrown to the ground and fell flat on her back.

She rubbed her bottom and got up, then looked up and her pupils suddenly contracted.

Zhang Zhiwei's tall figure came into view, his black Taoist robe swaying slightly in the wind, his right hand gripping Mo Yu's forehead.

Her once invincible master, however, now had his eyes closed, his breath weak, and was unconscious.

"Gudu."

Yingge's throat went dry, and she unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her pupils trembling like sieves.

Her lips trembled, and she knelt before the old Taoist master as if possessed, her voice trembling as she said, "My...my sir, I beg you..."

She was terrified, scared to death, her heart pounding like a drum.

Even Mo Yu was defeated, and defeated so miserably; her power was not even enough to shake the opponent in the slightest.

But she deliberately provoked the attention of this 'natural disaster' just to plead for Mo Yu.

"Help him to bed to rest. He's just exhausted. I'm just letting him take a nap."

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at her, quite curious about the relationship between the two, and casually tossed Mo Yu to her.

The parrot singer hurriedly caught Mo Yu, almost stumbling from the impact.

She held her master's body, and before she could even utter a few words of thanks, the old Taoist priest had vanished like a gust of wind, leaving only the silence of the wooden house.

Outside the wooden house, Zhang Zhiwei stood in the sunlight, looked up at the azure sky, and sighed deeply.

He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, dialed a number, and whispered, "Hey, Mo Yu, I'm keeping an eye on things. You guys need to handle Ma Xianhong's situation as soon as possible."

He did not tell the company that Mo Yu had been beaten unconscious, nor did he mention that Mo Yu not only mastered the Divine Refinement Technique but also participated in the design of the new version of the Body Refining Furnace.

Once the company breaches Biyou Village, this information will soon come to light.

But Zhang Zhiwei never intended to hide anything.

He's making a statement!
I know about this, but my silence means I condone it.

If you want to deal with Mo Yu, go do it yourselves. Don't expect the old Taoist to intervene because of this.

(End of this chapter)