The Door

The first ship was nailed into the void by hundreds of spiritual swords, exploding into gray-white dust along with the writhing flesh inside.

The second dreadnought tried to entangle the spiritual swords with its tentacles, but the moment they reached out, they were sliced into countless pieces by the blades.

The severed tentacles tried to regenerate, but the next wave of spiritual swords rained down, slashing every stump until they could no longer reform.

The third ship, the fourth, the fifth...

The polluted fleet crumbled to pieces under the rain of swords.

Ye Chuan alone, with a billion swords, protected an entire planet.

Looking up from the surface of Planet Tianqi, it seemed as if a silver-white river had suddenly lit up the dark universe beyond the orbit.

It was the light of swords.

Countless people hiding in shelters watched this scene through delayed public broadcasts, falling into a deathly silence.

The polluted fleet that had just plunged the entire planet into despair had absolutely no ability to resist in front of that man.

The mutated starships were torn apart as if they were made of paper.

Those monsters covered in eyeballs and tentacles didn't even have the chance to approach the orbital layer of Planet Tianqi before being slaughtered in space by the endless spiritual swords.

Lin Xi stood on the terrace of the hilltop villa, her head tilted back, the sword light from beyond the orbit reflecting in her eyes.

She opened her mouth,

"Is this... cultivation?"

Do cultivators really possess such divine power?

Why is it so strong?

Why?

They were obviously just cultivators, obviously the lowest tier of combat power.

In everyone's understanding, aside from flying on swords, throwing swords to attack, using weird magical treasures to show off some special effects, and occasionally breathing fire—it was clearly such a weak cultivation system.

Modern weapons had long achieved faster-than-light travel, and their attacks even included antimatter cannons.

These flying swords and whatnot were as ridiculous as cavemen, and precisely because of this, no one looked highly upon the cultivation starfields.

Su Rui stood nearby, her expression so complex she was almost speechless.

She knew that wasn't ordinary cultivation.

At least in the Federation's records of cultivators, no one could stand outside a planet and mow down an entire polluted fleet like weeds.

No, Ye Chuan was special.

He was a transmigrator.

He was looking for his way home.

So, did the place Ye Chuan came from have many people with strength similar to his?

Terrifying.

A higher-dimensional cultivation world?

...

Beyond the orbit.

The last polluted carrier-class starship let out a shrill shriek.

Its hull split completely open; inside, there was no longer a metal structure, but a massive heart.

That heart grew at the core of the ship. With every beat, it spewed out a large amount of gray-white fog.

Countless human faces floated in the fog, overlapping to form a gigantic eye.

The giant eye looked at Ye Chuan, staring fixedly at him with an almost venomous gaze.

Ye Chuan raised a finger. "What are you looking at?"

A spiritual sword fell from the sea of swords.

Pfft.

That massive heart was pierced straight through.

The polluted carrier trembled violently. All the eyeballs on the hull exploded simultaneously, the gray-white liquid floating into countless tiny droplets in the vacuum before being burned into nothingness by the power of chaos.

In just a short moment, the entire infected starship fleet fell completely silent.

The universe became empty once again.

Only a massive amount of shattered hulls and polluted wreckage sliced by the sword light remained, like a graveyard floating in the starry sky.

Ye Chuan glanced at the wreckage. Just as he was about to turn back, his brow suddenly furrowed.

Because the pollution had not dissipated.

Wisps of gray-white fog were unexpectedly seeping out from the chopped-up starship wreckage all at once.

The fog did not flee outward, nor did it continue to pollute the surrounding matter. Instead, as if answering some kind of summons, it gathered in the same direction.

The sliced, indescribable monsters began to slowly reform bit by bit.

Ye Chuan stopped in place. He narrowed his eyes, watching the growing mass of gray-white fog.

Countless whispers came from deep within the fog.

This time, it was no longer the phrase "I have always been watching you."

But rather, many different languages crushed together and stuffed into the same throat.

Ye Chuan listened for a few seconds but couldn't understand it. However, it definitely wasn't praising his handsomeness anyway.

"Speak human."

The gray-white fog suddenly contracted, all the remaining pollution forcefully kneaded into a single central point at this moment.

That central point first formed a giant eye, then the eye split open, and a blurred hand reached out from inside.

That hand had no fixed shape—

Followed closely by an arm, a shoulder, a torso, and a head.

A blurred body slowly stood up from the gray fog.

It roughly had a humanoid shape.

Yet it looked completely unlike a human.

The edges of its body were constantly melting and reforming. At its chest was a continuously rotating vortex of eyeballs, and hanging behind it were dozens of long ribbons that looked like a mixture of ship wreckage and fleshy tentacles.

It had no real face, only a layer of gray-white light film covering the head area. Beneath the light film, the facial features of different people would occasionally surface.

The face of a Federation soldier.

The face of a ship captain.

The face of a strange child.

For a fleeting moment, Ye Chuan even thought he saw his own face.

The entity slowly raised its head.

Countless whispers emanated from its body.

"■■■■■■..."

"■■...■■■■..."

"■■■■Ye Chuan■■■■..."

Ye Chuan listened to the pile of sounds that were completely unlike normal language, his expression a bit subtle.

He remained silent for a few seconds before asking earnestly:

"No, seriously, who are you?"

The blurred figure did not answer.

Or rather, it did answer, but Ye Chuan completely couldn't understand.

It whispered again.

The moment the sound fell, the shattered starship wreckage around them began to vibrate, and eyeballs grew anew on the surface of some metal fragments that hadn't been completely purified.

At the same time, a ring of gray-white ripples emerged at the edge of Planet Tianqi's atmosphere in the distance.

Seeing this from the terrace, Su Rui's face instantly changed.

"The pollution is still spreading..."

In space, Ye Chuan looked at the blurred body and twitched the corner of his mouth. "You Outer Gods sure aren't picky eaters."

The eyeball vortex on the blurred figure's chest slowly rotated.

The next second, it reached out a hand toward Ye Chuan, "(*&*()..."

It was just a simple reaching motion.

But the starry sky behind Ye Chuan suddenly sprouted countless rifts.

Gray-white eyes peeked out from those rifts, as if the entire universe had been sliced open with invisible wounds.

The eyes looked at Ye Chuan simultaneously.

Countless whispers overlapped, finally managing to piece together a few syllables that Ye Chuan could understand.

"Door..."

"..."

Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow.

This time he actually understood a little.

"You're looking for a door?" Ye Chuan asked.

A smiling face surfaced on the gray-white light film of the blurred figure's head. The face had no eyes, but the corners of its mouth split all the way to its ears.

"Ye Chuan..."

"Door..."

"Open..."

Ye Chuan fell silent for a moment before suddenly letting out a laugh.

"Oh, so you're here to knock on the door."

He raised his hand, and the sea of swords behind him that had not yet dispersed lit up once again.

Countless spiritual swords turned their blades, aiming at the blurred body formed by the pollution.

"Then you might have found the wrong person."

Ye Chuan's voice was calm. "My house doesn't welcome ugly things."