Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 460 The "Domineering" Way of Substituting One's Own Heart for the Heart of Heaven and Rising Above All Else!
Kirieloid raised its massive head slightly, taking one last look at the towering giant of light.

Those eyes, once filled with arrogance, anger, madness, and even despair, now strangely flashed with a complex emotion.

There was a sense of resentment at failing to complete the mission, and a deep confusion about the meaning of one's own existence, but in the end, it all turned into a sense of relief that was almost liberating.

Perhaps, for him, whose beliefs had completely collapsed and who was trapped in a cognitive hell, this complete end was a merciful relief.

"boom!"

With a violent explosion, the Kirieloid's massive body burst apart, turning into countless fragments and dust that emitted a faint glow, scattering, rising, and finally disappearing into the world.

However, just as they were about to completely dissipate, a faint yet unyielding spiritual fluctuation, like a final sigh, rang in Tiga's ears.

"Tiga, you've won this time, but this is by no means the end."

"We, the people of Kirieloid, will surely return!"

"Whether this world is real or an illusion, whether our origin is naturally formed or derived from the pen of another."

"We exist here! We fight here! This will itself is an undeniable truth!"

"The day the fires of hell reignite will be the day we settle accounts with you!"

The voice trailed off, then fell silent.

The last mental fluctuations completely dissipated, as if merging into nothingness.

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Tiga's towering figure stood still, his milky-white eyes gazing in the direction where the Kirieloids had vanished, a faint, almost imperceptible glint in them.

The Kirieloid's words just now were less a curse of the defeated and more a final declaration of their own existence.

For the Kyrierods, perhaps "existence" itself is a proposition that they need to exhaust all means to prove.

And he, or rather "Tiga," has become an invisible marker for them to lock onto their own "truth."

But when he talks about "settling everything," has he not considered what level of development humanity will have reached by the time the next Kirieloids descend upon reality?

Without even the strength of a sixth-tier expert, what can they possibly accomplish?

Tiga shook his head slightly, his milky-white eyes slowly turning towards the [Gate of Hell] that was still suspended in mid-air, radiating an ominous aura.

Ultraman Tiga slowly raised his enormous silver hand, palm facing the twisted giant door. With a slight thought, a dazzling silver-purple light suddenly gathered in his palm!
The next moment, a condensed, almost tangible, silver-purple beam of light, like divine punishment, silently pierced through the air, instantly traversing space and striking the [Gates of Hell]!

"buzz"

"boom!!!"

With a violent explosion, the Gates of Hell, upon contact with the silver-purple beam of light, was like an ice sculpture thrown into the blazing sun. Without even a chance to struggle, it shattered from its center, turning into countless tiny crystal fragments, which were then completely annihilated by the purifying light that followed, vanishing into nothingness.

The path to nothingness has been completely erased.

As the Gates of Hell collapsed, the dense, swirling, whispering, and distorted dark mist in the surrounding space seemed to lose its source of support and began to violently churn and contract.
But it still stubbornly permeates, attempting to erode this space.

Ultraman Tiga silently surveyed the ruined city shrouded in darkness.

His massive body paused slightly, and then, an even more dazzling and pure white light, like the rising sun, emanated from within his silver body!
The light was not dazzling, but it carried a warm and irresistible purifying power.

Centered on Ultraman Tiga, it transformed into a gentle yet unstoppable halo that spread out in all directions!
Wherever the halo passed, the scene resembled a miracle.

The dense, dark mist, which seemed capable of swallowing light, thinned and became transparent the moment it came into contact with the white light, like morning dew exposed to sunlight, and finally dissipated completely, revealing the original outline of the ruins behind it.

The chilling whispers and sulfurous odor in the air that had shaken the mind were replaced by a fresh, vibrant flow of energy.

The distorted spatial ripples were smoothed out, and the dim light became bright again.

Even the filth and shadows clinging to the ruins of the city below, which had been corrupted by dark energy, were completely purified.

In just a few breaths, all the dark mist within a radius of several kilometers centered on Tiga was completely swept away!
It was as if the apocalyptic scene just now was merely a brief nightmare.

Tiga stood quietly for a moment, his enormous body gradually turning into countless particles of light and dissipating into the air.

Ye Xuan's figure reappeared on the ruins. He glanced at the now calm sky, his gaze serene.

"Ye Shen."

A slightly deep voice rang out from not far away.

Cao Cao emerged from behind a pile of broken walls and ruins, clutching the Holy Lance of Twilight tightly in his hand, his expression complex.

Clearly, he also heard the faint yet persistent mental fluctuations of the second generation of Kirieloids before their demise.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask about the deeper meaning of the Kirielods' declaration of "return," but he swallowed the words back.

The Kirieloids are dead, and the Gates of Hell have been destroyed. Even if some remnants of the Kirieloids remain, after learning the truth about the Second Generation's demise and the void beyond the gates, they would likely dare not show themselves again anytime soon. Asking these vague questions now seems pointless and only makes one appear to be worrying unnecessarily.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Say thank you? That would seem too formal.

What is the strength of the Kirieloids?
It's clear at a glance.

Ye Xuan seemed to sense his hesitation, and turned his gaze from the sky to the ancient spear in Cao Cao's hand.

"Your gun is good."

He recalled the gentle yet resonant power emanating from the Holy Lance when he first grasped it, and the divine will within it that was so intimately connected to him, and he praised it.

Although he doesn't use guns, at his level, all weapons in the world, except for swords, whether knives, guns, clubs, or sticks, are essentially just carriers and extensions of power.

For him, there was not much difference, only whether it was "suitable" or not.

What makes the "sword" different is that it has gone deeper into the path of the "sword" than other weapons, not only because of swordsmanship and sword intent, but also because of the "Blessing of the Sword Saint".

Not only can it bring his strength to its limit, but it can also unleash several times the power.

If other weapons are used, although they can also generate power, it is as if there is a veil between them, making it difficult to achieve the full effect.

Cao Cao was slightly taken aback after hearing Ye Xuan's words. "Your spear is not bad."
Is it his imagination?

There's something strange about this.

"And your will, the will of a hegemon, is not bad either."

"But this road is very difficult to walk."

"Even Cao Cao back then did not follow the path of a hegemon."

Upon hearing Ye Xuan's words, Cao Cao's lips curled into a deep smile. He naturally understood the profound meaning behind Ye Xuan's words and was also aware that his own path was fundamentally different from that of his ancestor, Emperor Wu of Wei.

“My path is different from that of my ancestors.”

Cao Cao, the ancestor of Cao Wei, was a man of great influence and power. Although he held immense power in the court and used the emperor to command the other lords, demonstrating the ruthlessness and tactics of a hero, the core of his will was ultimately the "will of a king" rather than the "will of a hegemon".

The way of a true ruler lies in checks and balances, in the overall situation, and in substance rather than reputation.

The path he chose to take as a "tyrant" was completely different from the "kingly way" of his ancestors.

The way of the hegemon lies in absoluteness, in uniqueness, and in defining "reality" and "name" with an irresistible will.

It does not seek to check and control within the existing framework, but rather aims to reshape the entire landscape by placing itself at the absolute center.

It disdains conforming to the so-called general trend, but instead wants its own will to become the only overwhelming trend!
This is not limited to the ambition of ruling a territory or conquering an era.

His ambitions have long surpassed the concept of "the world".

The "king" he wants to become is not an emperor on earth, but the "tyrant" who is himself and everything!
His goal is to place his own will above all things, to let his own "reason" cover all "reasons," and to replace the will of Heaven with his own mind.

Therefore, Ye Shen would say that the path he chose is difficult to walk.

If he wants to place his will above all things and replace the will of Heaven with his own, he must embark on the path to the highest realm.

However, on this road, the man in front of him was walking ahead of everyone else.

They could barely even see his back.

Even behind Ye Shen, Cao Cao was by no means the only one chasing after him.

Even excluding the "dimensional beings" who have descended into reality, he is only barely ranked among them; if you include them, there are several or even dozens of people in front of him.

This is only the present moment!
In the future, as the "dimensional invasion" continues, only more life forms from different worlds with terrifying potential will descend into reality;
There will only be more powerful humans like him who have obtained treasures from all heavens and inherited the character templates of all heavens, stepping into the limelight.

Competition will be fiercer than ever before; the road ahead will be fraught with thorns and unknown obstacles.

In this chaotic world teeming with brilliant stars and surrounded by formidable enemies, his ambition to achieve hegemony by "overriding all rules with his own will" is more than just difficult; it's practically defying the heavens!

but!
It is precisely because it is difficult that it is worth conquering!
It is precisely because the road ahead is full of formidable enemies that an immortal ambition for dominance can be forged!
It is precisely because the goal is almost impossible that its achievement is all the more glorious!

This can be described as arrogant ambition, this path of a hegemon going against the tide, is the very thing that distinguishes him from the masses and makes him worthy of the recognition of the Holy Lance of Twilight!
It is this will to rival the heavens that has propelled him to constantly break through limits and reach heights that many people can only dream of achieving in their entire lives.

For him, challenges have never been obstacles, but rather the best whetstone to sharpen the edge of a hegemon.

The road ahead is long and fraught with formidable enemies, but so what?
His ambition will surely overcome all obstacles and reach its ultimate goal step by step!

(End of this chapter)