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However, the moment he landed, the adventurer sensed something was wrong—he was sliding backward.

"What's pulling me in from behind? No, that's not right! It's space itself, space is tilted!"

Moros's attack, imbued with dark power, not only slammed into the ground but also tilted the already swirled space. Naturally, he couldn't maintain his balance while standing normally.

"If this space could be manipulated..."

The adventurer had an idea. He channeled his power into his body in a special way and activated a long-unused lightness technique—Leap.

With a gentle push off the ground, the body easily ascends to a high altitude.

"At this height, using that technique, I can also manipulate this space!"

His unarmed hand materialized into a phantom, opening the sword sheath at his waist. Sword intent manipulated the swords within the sheath, suspending them high in the air. He himself ascended on his sword, standing in the center of the flying swords.

Ultimate Divine Sword Technique - Meteor Fall!

The flying sword suspended in the air was covered with sword energy, carrying a destructive sword momentum. It created a dazzling light by friction in the space and fell straight to the ground.

One blow after another was thrown at the other side of the already tilted space, gradually correcting the space towards balance.

Until no weapon remained in the air, the last figure became the last weapon, falling towards the ground, which had been almost half-corrected, in a state of man and sword as one.

With a "thud," as the last—and also the largest—"meteor" crashed to the ground, space was completely corrected and returned to balance.

"Looks like you have more than just brute strength!"

The dark hands grasped space once more, flipping it back. This time, the adventurer was prepared and didn't fall to the ground as before.

"I have weighed your soul, and you are indeed worthy. I will witness your end!"

After saying that, Moros disappeared without a trace.

"Wait, where are the other two?" The adventurer had just shouted when he heard Xilan's voice from behind.

"Are you guys alright? That guy kicked me so hard I flew who knows how far!"

At the same time, Alice spoke up, "I'm fine. I've been watching your battle with Moros through the painting. Now, the darkness has faded, and the reappearance of Moros's memories should have disappeared."

"It's strange, really. How can one recreate such a powerful being using memories and connect it to the original consciousness? It's practically the same as directly facing the original!"

Before the words were finished, a page of memories appeared. Having learned from his previous experience, the adventurer quickly approached and began examining the records.

In the scene, Moros is speaking to an elderly magician: "While the boundaries of dimensions are indeed not easily interfered with, they are very close to the outside world. What are you going there for?"

"I want you, the master of the sinful hell, to help stop those who are heading towards the border."

Upon hearing this, Moros laughed: "You magician, you're a bit ungrateful. I only let you speak to me here because I found your dimensional teleportation trick a bit amusing. As for that adventurer you mentioned, he'll probably tremble with fear the moment he sees me."

The magician was unmoved by Moros's words, and instead said to himself, "He may be weak now, but he is the chosen 'Blade,' and also someone valued by Rosso, the Lord of the Spirit Realm."

Upon hearing the name, Moros paused for a moment, glancing at the hellish abyss filled with dark power: "You mention His name so directly; even on my territory, I cannot completely shield myself from His perception..."

"Lord Rosso asked me to do this. He wants you to help guard the dimensional boundary."

"Hmph!" Moros sneered. "He's using me as a watchdog. I can't..."

"His exact words were: 'Either guard the dimensional boundary or guard the spirit realm; you can only choose one. You decide.'" The elderly magician uttered these words before Moros could finish speaking.

"There's no way I wouldn't help! I'm looking at the dimensional frontier!"

As if he had thought of something, Moros changed the subject: "I have one condition."

"Please speak."

"I'll have that adventurer come to see me then."

"Yes, I will use magic to recreate you in my memories. You can connect to those memories yourself through your consciousness."

The scene gradually disappeared, and the three returned to the library.

"The Lord of the Spirit Realm? Rosso? So that's his name." The adventurer muttered to himself.

Upon hearing the adventurer mention Rosso, Alice remarked, "The moment I met him, I knew he was no ordinary person. I just never imagined he would be someone even Moros feared..."

"I remember He said that what we went to belonged to a 'pruned' 'branch.' So, does this dimensional boundary also belong to that 'branch'?"

west Lan, in her usual loud voice, raised her question.

"That's unclear. In fact, dimensional rifts shouldn't be affected by spacetime. As for this library, we don't know which dimension it came from or when it was placed here."

After speaking, Alice looked at the adventurer: "Adventurer, you..."

"I'm fine. Let's continue to find the administrator and move on to the next volume."

After leaving the book, the adventurer felt an inexplicable pressure. First Hilder, and now other even stronger beings—what had he done to deserve being targeted by such powerful beings time and again?

They keep shouting "sharp edge," but what exactly are they trying to confront? How strong do they have to become to know the enemy they will ultimately face?

Right now, the only option is to keep watching.

When he saw the boys again, he had a smile on his face: "You guys are pretty good. The guys inside probably won't let you check their memories so easily. It's impressive that you came out alive! Want to read the next volume? I'll grant you access right away."

At this moment, the adventurer asked the question that had been lingering in his mind: "I want to know, what will I face in the end?"

The boy paused, then unfolded the second volume of the book into a portal.

"Now is not the time for you to know. Go on... The next volume is Volume Six, which is about the magicians' memories of the underworld, taking place before Volume Seven. This volume might be a little easier for you."

"I just came back from the eternally restless hell of sin, where life and death are intertwined, and now I'm going to the underworld after death? Ugh—" west Lan couldn't help but grumble. Recalling his unpleasant experience in hell, he subconsciously felt that the underworld wouldn't be any better.

"The afterlife? That's not necessarily true—" the boy said with a slightly mischievous grin.

"Not necessarily?" Alice was also puzzled. Didn't the beings in Hell say that the Underworld is where the dead go? What does "not necessarily" mean?

"You'll see when you go inside!"