Chapter 1314: 571: Each Other's Seal Techniques! (Part 2)

Chapter 1314: Chapter 571: Each Other’s Seal Techniques! (Part 2)

“So, you possess king-level skills in both Time and Causality.”

O Jia was taken aback, and he simply halted his hand temporarily to respond:

“Can you understand this technique?”

“Causality,” Shen Ye said.

“Indeed—you can die without regret, after all, I employed two king-level skills, which is a recognition of you.” O Jia said.

“I can’t hurt you?” Shen Ye asked.

“I have this armor, and even if you harm me, you will be doubly harmed—I suspect this battle has reached the point where it should end.” O Jia said.

Shen Ye nodded in agreement.

It was completely impossible to harm the other party, so how could one fight?

But this matter is puzzling—

“You already have such strong techniques, why do you still covet my blade technique?”

Shen Ye asked in bewilderment.

O Jia looked at him as if he were a fool and replied:

“There is no end on the path to becoming stronger, if you think you’re strong enough, that’s the moment you’re heading towards decline.”

“I agree on that—but why don’t you comprehend it yourself, rather than snatch mine?” Shen Ye pursued.

“Efficiency.” O Jia spat out two words.

With these words, Shen Ye understood.

—Rather than spending endless time comprehending skills alone, why not plunder others’?

The newcomers must have had some good ideas and insights, manifested into skills, allowing them to stand out.

Eliminate these young people.

Take their achievements.

—This is more efficient than silently contemplating skills over endless years!

Shen Ye’s blade technique also took two hundred years to achieve!

“So the two techniques originally didn’t belong to you.”

Shen Ye said.

“But now these two techniques have only me as the master, and in the Myriad Realms, only I can use such techniques.” O Jia corrected.

Shen Ye fell silent.

O Jia walked towards him step by step, slowly raising the warhammer:

“We Destructive Main Gods do not fall into the ranks of kings.”

“I will admit that your king’s technique was borrowed—this is my tribute to you.”

“Rest assured, go ahead.”

“Your blade technique and everything else will be carried forward by me on your behalf.”

Shen Ye still did not speak.

“In despair?”

O Jia raised the warhammer high, fully executing a form of hammer technique.

Rumble—

The ground shattered.

Shen Ye, as if an illusory bubble, was smashed into a scattering blood mist.

The entire world seemed to flip, plunging into endless darkness.

Darkness.

Darkness.

Amidst the darkness, sounds of weeping echoed.

O Jia was startled.

“Not dead yet…”

“But you can’t harm me at all, what use is there to continue struggling?”

He murmured softly.

The puppet technique was a technique of a peerless genius, which he successfully seized after deceiving the other’s trust.

Since then.

No matter how dangerous the battle was, he had never lost.

Not to mention, he also had the Art of Time at his side.

Therefore—

This time wouldn’t be an exception either!

The crying in the darkness grew louder.

O Jia impatiently rushed into the depths of the darkness, fully swinging the warhammer in his hand.

Boom.

A tiger was smashed by him directly, lying lifelessly on the ground.

A tiger?

O Jia was puzzled.

This species seemed to be from the Human World.

He didn’t recognize it at all.

—But it had no power at all.

Suddenly, the darkness receded.

The surroundings brightened.

He saw several humans kneeling on the ground, weeping over a half-eaten corpse.

O Jia watched them warily.

But in the next instant.

A few people hurried over from outside the forest, glanced at the tiger, and then looked at him.

“You killed this tiger?”

A person at the forefront asked respectfully.

“?” O Jia.

“It was him—he just jumped out and hammered the tiger, saving us.” The crying person on the roadside said.

“??” O Jia.

“Hero!” A few humans respectfully clasped their hands towards him, “You’re admirable, removing the tiger threat for us in Qinghe County.”

“Go away, let that boy come and talk to me.” O Jia shouted.

But it seemed a few humans couldn’t understand what he said at all, instead they realized and exclaimed:

“You must be Wu Song—Pan Jinlian’s brother?”

Wu Song?

O Jia was impatient to talk to these mortals, and with a slight movement of his aura, layers of sharp forces burst out, killing all of them.

“An illusion… Is this the world that blade led me to?”

“So it’s meant to trap me.”

“But I wouldn’t let you have your way!”

O Jia’s physique quivered as he flew into the sky, piercing through the firmament, leaving this world.

He kept flying upwards.

In the heavens, there was a Heavenly Palace.

Countless Divine Spirits came to greet him.

“Die!”

O Jia roared angrily.

The warhammer swung casually, annihilating all Divine Spirits.

He continued to fly—

The Heavenly Palace was left behind.

Ahead was darkness.

Indeed.

The Illusion Realm also had its limits.

As long as he pierced through this limit, he could return to the real world!

O Jia swung the warhammer, completely shattering the intangible curtain of darkness.

Light finally emerged ahead.

Vaguely, the sound of water could be heard.

O Jia passed through, landing.

He found himself in a cave obscured by a waterfall.

On the mountain wall, two lines of large characters were engraved:

“Blessed land of Huaguo Mountain, cave of Shuilian Cave.”

A few monkeys came bounding, stretching their hands to hold him, continuously muttering:

“You’re the first to leap in, you’re our great king.”

Great… King…

For me to be king of you monkeys?

O Jia, too lazy to bother killing monkeys this time.

He put away the warhammer and directly conjured a technique.

In an instant.

The whole world was covered by Dark Intense Flame, turning to ashes in mere breaths.

O Jia continued flying forward.

“A rather vast Illusion Technique, but ultimately it has limits, as long as I find those limits, break through, I can return!”