Dimension Demon's Chat Group

Chapter 209 Mythical Multiverse
Having learned from his previous experience, Lin Yu was extremely well-prepared this time.

Drawing inspiration from the Throne of Heroes and the Command Seals system, and leveraging his dimensional knowledge, he refined the mystical symbols to better align them with the nature of space.

Speaking in plain language means that the symbols themselves possess a certain degree of power.

Even if it loses contact with Lin Yu's inner universe, it can still influence the power of space on a small scale.

In theory, this influence points directly to the origin of space and is therefore not affected by the rules of the world.

According to Lin Yu's plan, as long as he leaves his occult symbols in the new worlds found in the chat group, the beings living in those worlds will eventually discover and use his power.

And whenever someone uses the power of symbols, it is equivalent to summoning Lin Yu.

Of course, separated by countless worlds and endless void, this summoning power would be weakened to the extreme, but as long as the number of times is sufficient, Lin Yu can still accurately locate that world.

In this way, Lin Yu would not need to enter the world found in the chat group; he only needed to leave a mark outside the world!
Unfortunately, plans can't keep up with changes.

Lin Yu never expected that the first world alone would make him abandon his previous plans, disregard the departure of the chat group's search power, and rush into this world without hesitation!
The reason is simple: the energy level and scale of this world are comparable to the Marvel multiverse next door!
Even in the endless void beyond this world, Lin Yu could still sense a great will similar in nature to his own—

Heaven!

That's right, this is a world where the Heavenly Dao exists!
Countless worlds are layered upon each other, surrounding the central main world, forming an incredibly vast multiverse.

The world coordinates found by the chat group are located on the edge of this multiverse, far away from the main world.

Even so, the chat group still didn't dare to linger in this world for long.

The searching force only briefly circled the small world before turning back at the speed of light and hastily departing, seemingly worried about being discovered by the entity that appeared to be the Heavenly Dao...

Lin Yu didn't want to provoke that powerful fellow human.

After all, the other party is now a mature Heavenly Dao that controls the multiverse, while he is still in his infancy. In terms of both power and authority, the difference between them is like heaven and earth.

But then again, having finally discovered such a world full of endless possibilities, how could Lin Yu be willing to give it up?
So he remained outside that edge of the world, letting the search power of the chat group disappear, while he himself, relying on his status, cautiously attempted to sneak across...

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In the darkness of the night, the cool moonlight poured down, illuminating the desolate wilderness south of the winding mountain range.

The shadows of the trees were swaying, and a cold wind suddenly rose, bringing with it the rotten smell of withered branches and fallen leaves fermenting.

In this dense forest shrouded in thick fog, there is a stone path covered with moss.

Looking ahead along the stone steps, you can see an ancient temple that has been abandoned for a long time. A cold night wind blows from the forest, stirring the lush vines above the temple gate and revealing three eerie characters on a crooked plaque—

Lanruo Temple!
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

The intense clanging of metal came from this ancient temple called Lanruo Temple.

In the courtyard deep within the temple, two tall figures were engaged in a fierce battle.

One of them was a cold-faced swordsman dressed in black, his longsword moving with lightning speed.

As the sword flashed, a chilling aura poured out. Just seeing its sharpness was enough to make one's heart tremble, as if a long sword were placed against one's neck, a deadly edge.

Opposite the black-clad swordsman was a middle-aged man who looked even more ferocious.

This man had a leopard-like head and bulging eyes, a thick red beard, and a tall and muscular body. He carried a sword case and a longbow on his back and a quiver of arrows at his waist. Although he was dressed in a Taoist robe, he did not look like a Taoist at all, but rather a battle-hardened general.

"Zheng!"

Two streaks of cold light flashed by, clashing under the cool moonlight and producing a clear, dragon-like roar.

The black-clad swordsman twisted his body in mid-air, his robes billowing like splashed ink clouds, and thrust his long sword back, aiming straight for his opponent's back.

The Taoist swordsman was equally swift, twisting his waist and hips, his body dropping downwards, his long sword transforming into a cold gleam, precisely stabbing at the sword tip attacking from behind.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

In an instant, sparks flew and the sound of metal clashing was as dense as raindrops.

After a fierce collision, the two used the momentum to leap backward, their toes touching the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

"Xiahou!"

The Taoist swordsman brandished his longsword, pointing it at the black-clad swordsman opposite him, his eyes wide with anger, and said, "Seven years! A full seven years!"

"No matter where I try to avoid you, you'll chase me there. I can't shake you off; you're even more annoying than a leech!"

"Enough with the nonsense!" The black-clad swordsman named Xiahou sneered and said without any politeness, "Yan Chixia, if you're afraid of me, then quickly admit defeat and hand over the title of the number one swordsman in the world. Stop hogging the title!"

"Hmph, how can you even say that!"

Yan Chixia rolled his eyes and said, "In the past seven years, there have been dozens of battles, big and small. You have lost every battle, yet you keep fighting. Haven't you lost enough yet?"

"Do you want me to kill you with one sword before you'll be satisfied?" "Then come on!" Xiahou the swordsman seemed to have really gotten angry, and shouted angrily, "The so-called swordsman should show his sharpness and forge ahead without hesitation. You, Yan Chixia, are doing the opposite. You obtained the title of the number one swordsman in the world and then went into seclusion, leaving us younger generations with nowhere to find you—how can there be a swordsman like you in the world!"

"Do you even deserve the title of the world's number one swordsman?!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiahou made another move, his longsword flashing as it gleamed with a dark, eerie light.

The next second, a bright light flashed, and sharp sword energy detached from the sword, slashing towards Yan Chixia's neck like a bolt of lightning.

Yan Chixia sighed, and the longsword in his hand glowed red. The majestic and righteous sword intent surged, and the sword tip hummed softly, easily severing the sword energy that Xiahou was swinging.

Sword energy surged and roared past Yan Chixia's sides, severing two stone pillars in front of the temple behind him.

Yan Chixia had already taken this opportunity to step forward, close the distance, and place his long sword on Xiahou's shoulder.

The sword was cold, and it gleamed with a chilling light under the moonlight.

Xiahou stared blankly at the longsword on his shoulder, then at Yan Chixia in front of him with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect that after hiding in this godforsaken place for more than half a month, you've actually sharpened this sword even more..."

“Wrong!” Yan Chixia said coldly, “It is because your purpose is impure and your intentions are not pure that your sword moves are naturally inconsistent.”

"If you cannot cultivate your mind and improve your mental state, no matter how fast or accurate your swordsmanship becomes in the future, you will never be my match in this lifetime!"

Xiahou lowered his sword and said calmly, "Since you've defeated me, whatever you say is right!"

Yan Chixia frowned, about to continue his lecture, when suddenly his pupils contracted and he abruptly turned to look at the long sword in his hand.

The next second, the precious sword with its gold and jade inlaid hilt trembled and hummed, emanating a surging force that shook off Yan Chixia's palm and transformed into a golden light that shot into the sky.

"what?!"

Yan Chixia stared in shock at the sword light shooting into the sky.

The swordsman Xiahou in front of him also stared wide-eyed at the sky in astonishment.

When he came to his senses, he burst into laughter, saying with a hint of sarcasm, "No wonder I haven't won a single game in the past seven years; it turns out you, you black bastard, possess such a treasure!"

"Once I take your sword, let's see how you'll fight me then!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiahou the swordsman leaped up and grabbed at the sword light in the sky.

Yan Chixia was shocked upon hearing this, and immediately grabbed Xiahou's ankle, angrily shouting:
"You know nothing!"

The sword he wielded was the legendary Xuanyuan Sword. Although it had a great reputation, it was far from being able to develop a sword spirit.

If a sword suddenly flies up on its own, it is either stimulated by evil spirits, activating its ability to protect its master, or an evil spirit has entered the body and taken control of the sword.

If it's the former, then it's understandable. After all, Lanruo Temple is gloomy and ghostly, so it's not surprising that a few little ghosts are secretly spying on it.

But if it's the latter... how powerful must the evil spirit that can possess the Xuanyuan Sword be?
Yan Chixia's face darkened, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

In a flash, he exerted force with his five fingers and forcefully pulled Xiahou the swordsman down.

Unfortunately, Xiahou the swordsman did not appreciate it. Instead, he thought that Xiahou's eagerness must be because he was worried that Xiahou would steal the sword.

Enraged, he turned around and slashed at Yan Chixia's wrist with his long sword, engaging him in combat once again.

The sounds of fierce fighting came from Lanruo Temple below, but the Xuanyuan Sword in the sky, or rather the wisp of consciousness that had taken over the sword, didn't even glance at him.

Because he was currently sensing the world around him, golden ripples unconsciously spread across the sword, as if he was too excited to contain himself—

"Spiritual energy!"

"It's real spiritual energy!"

Sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him, Baojian, or rather Lin Yu, was extremely excited.

In order to successfully smuggle himself into the world, he gave up many things, and almost only a wisp of his consciousness entered this world.

At the same time, in order to conceal his existence and avoid being discovered by the Heavenly Dao of the main world, he also approached the protagonist of this world's destiny and took possession of the Xuanyuan Sword, whose authenticity was unknown, thus hiding himself in the shadow of the fates of these two.

After all that effort, I've finally received a satisfactory reward.

He finally witnessed the true spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

Although the spiritual energy in this world is vastly different from the main world he sensed, it is still genuine spiritual energy!
Moreover, it is the kind of genuine spiritual energy that can be easily absorbed and used to prolong life, requiring only the most basic Qi cultivation techniques!

Unfortunately, this place was somewhat ominous, with a hint of ghostly energy mixed in with the spiritual energy, which made Lin Yu quite unhappy.

He glanced at the gloomy Lanruo Temple below, then immediately turned his sword, sending out faint golden ripples that swept in all directions.

In an instant, golden ripples swept across the entire Lanruo Temple, instantly evaporating and dissipating the eerie ghostly aura. Even the thick fog in the forest was swept away, becoming clear in an instant...

(End of this chapter)