Found You

Hmph, swords, come forth—

The silvery-white river of swords instantly submerged the greyish-white figure.

Every sword carried the black-gold power of chaos. As the blades sliced through the void, even the polluted mist floating among the wreckage was burned into nothingness.

But the figure did not shatter.

Or rather, the spiritual swords did not touch it at all.

The sword light passed right through its chest, its head, and the long ribbons of mixed flesh and spaceship debris trailing behind it.

Even though every trajectory was perfectly accurate, striking that thing felt like slashing through a shadow cast upon the surface of water.

The water rippled, but the shadow remained.

Ye Chuan furrowed his brows slightly.

Intangible?

He raised his hand and clenched his fist. The spiritual swords that had passed through immediately turned back.

Tens of thousands of swords crisscrossed into a formation in the universe. The sword aura sealed all directions, and the layers of black-gold spiritual light pressed down, directly pinning that patch of greyish-white mist in the center of the starry sky.

The blurred figure slowly raised its head.

Countless whispers squeezed out from its body.

Door...

■■... Door...

Ye Chuan...

Ye Chuan was speechless. Still obsessing over your broken door?

As soon as he spoke, the space beside him suddenly tore open a thin slit.

A greyish-white hand reached out from the rift, as if it had been waiting there all along, and gently pressed toward Ye Chuan's shoulder.

Ye Chuan reacted extremely fast, raising his hand to deliver a horizontal slash. But halfway through the strike, the hand vanished like mist.

The next instant, a spray of blood erupted from Ye Chuan's shoulder!

His white sleeve was torn open, and a layer of greyish-white patterns immediately crawled along the edges of the wound, like countless tiny bugs trying to burrow deep into his flesh.

Ye Chuan glanced down.

His exploded flesh regenerated at the speed of light, leaving only a shallow wound.

The power of chaos vibrated within his body, instantly shattering those greyish-white patterns into ash.

You can hit me?

Mantra, Source Fluctuation— Ye Chuan raised his hand and unleashed a source magic spell.

The writhing spaceship wreckage in the distance was swept by the shockwave. The eyeballs on their surfaces exploded one after another, incinerated into nothingness before they could even let out a scream.

Space trembled, and a massive vacuum zone was carved out of the universe.

Yet the figure still stood there.

Ripples spread across the edges of its body, briefly deforming before restoring to its original state.

Then, the vortex of eyeballs on its chest slowly rotated, and all the eyes looked at Ye Chuan simultaneously.

The starry sky behind Ye Chuan cracked open.

One rift, two rifts, three rifts.

Densely packed greyish-white rifts tore through the dark universe like wounds, and countless eyes opened deep within them.

The whispers sounded again.

Door...

Door...

Open the door...

The voices were not loud, but they pierced directly into Ye Chuan's mind.

The surrounding space began to turn viscous, and the flow of spiritual energy was gradually slowed down.

Ye Chuan's expression remained unchanged.

Shut up.

Ye Chuan's spiritual energy erupted like a galaxy. The greyish-white eyes shattered one by one, and the rifts were forcefully stitched together. Black-gold flames drilled into the gaps, burning so fiercely that sharp, ear-piercing shrieks echoed from deep within.

For the first time, the blurred figure paused.

Ye Chuan caught this split second.

The void beneath his feet exploded, and he appeared right in front of the blurred figure.

Forming his right hand into a sword gesture, the black-gold power of chaos condensed into a single line, pointing directly at the swirling vortex of eyeballs on the entity's chest.

But just as his sword fingers were about to touch the vortex, the blurred figure suddenly raised its hand.

Ye Chuan's attack passed through its chest, while its palm lightly pressed against Ye Chuan's abdomen.

Boom!

Ye Chuan was sent flying backward.

He skidded hundreds of thousands of meters through the starry sky, his figure flickering continuously before he forcefully stabilized himself.

His white clothes were burned with large scorch marks from the corruption, and a twisted palm print emerged on the skin of his abdomen.

Beneath the palm print, his flesh and blood were slowly mutating.

Ye Chuan looked down at the wound; he too was beginning to be corrupted by the Outer God.

The power of chaos within his body erupted once more, forcefully shattering the greyish-white palm print on his abdomen, and the twisted flesh was directly devoured by the power of chaos.

Door...

Open...

Ye Chuan...

Ye Chuan raised his eyes.

Who taught you to call my name?

What exactly are you?

Answer me! Look into my eyes!

Ye Chuan's celestial power erupted with full force, and his majestic aura illuminated this entire galaxy!

The blurred figure seemed to sense danger, and the vortex of eyeballs on its chest spun faster and faster.

Those eyes closed simultaneously, then opened at the same time. The rifts in the distant starry sky reappeared, their numbers multiplying several times over.

A cold light flashed in Ye Chuan's eyes.

Don't you dare.

As Ye Chuan's celestial power continued to expand, the power of chaos spread out—the entire starry sky looked as if it had been ignited by black-gold flames.

I will ignite this galaxy!

The extending greyish-white hands let out shrill screams the moment they touched the chaotic flames. Their fingers crumbled inch by inch, and the rifts were forcefully pushed back into the depths of the darkness.

But the blurred figure did not stop.

It stood in place, and a smiling face suddenly appeared on the greyish-white membrane of light on its head.

The face had no eyes, but its mouth split all the way to its ears.

Door...

Open the door...

As these words fell, the space beneath Ye Chuan's feet began to shake violently.

A greyish-white long nail pierced out from an impossible angle, running through his left shoulder without any warning.

Blood burst forth, and the surrounding celestial power dimmed. A ring of greyish-white ripples reappeared at the edge of the distant Planet Tianqi's atmosphere.

On the balcony, Lin Xi and the others instantly turned pale.

Mr. Ye!

That long nail did not seem to have been thrust from within the universe.

It was as if it had been hammered directly into Ye Chuan from a place that did not belong to this realm.

Outside the orbit, Ye Chuan looked down at the greyish-white nail piercing his shoulder. He fell silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

He reached out and grabbed the nail.

His palm was burned into a bloody mess by the corruption. Greyish-white patterns crawled up his fingers, only to be crushed bit by bit by the power of chaos.

Seeing the nail successfully embed itself into Ye Chuan's flesh, the blurred figure's whispers became hurried for the first time.

Door...

Door...

Found you...

Ye Chuan raised his head. Door my ass.

As Ye Chuan's celestial power began to tear at space, the blurred figure violently distorted.

The eyeballs in the vortex on its chest exploded one by one, and the long ribbons behind it twitched madly. For the first time, its form showed signs of unstable disintegration.

Ye Chuan's shoulder was still nailed, yet the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

So you can feel pain too.

After he spoke, he raised his right hand, and countless spiritual swords aimed at the figure.

The smiling face on the blurred figure's head vanished.

It whispered again, its voice chaotic and piercing.

Door... Door... Door...

Ye Chuan stopped listening.

He brought his hand down.

A rain of swords shredded the blurred figure, but Ye Chuan noticed that it seemed to smile, leaving behind only one sentence.

Found...

...you.

The nail in Ye Chuan's shoulder suddenly transformed into a glowing sigil, firmly carving itself into his body!