"But even if we come to this world, there is no hope."
"This is a trap constructed by the saints to kill those who are disobedient, unwilling to sign contracts, and refuse to serve the saints."
"âThe entire Pale World is a gigantic trap!"
Old Johnâs eyes flashed with a trace of admiration as he clapped and said:
"This place indeed gathers all the killing moves of the saints. They operate on a fixed mechanism, meticulously killing every escapee who seeks their own path, from ancient times to the present."
"Did everyone fall for it?" Shen Ye asked.
"Not exactlyâthose relatively valuable bodies will be decomposed by the endless laws here and periodically delivered to us."
"So there is no opportunity to become a saint," Shen Ye said.
"There are enough saints, and the laws are just enough for us to useâactually, being a normal professional is quite good. Why bother becoming a saint?"
Shen Ye sighed.
He lowered his eyes, but his aura was steadily rising.
That one slashâ
Can it succeed?
No matter what, I want to slash this saint.
I must slash him.
Even if this body will dieâ
I definitely want to kill him!
Old John, however, was still talkative and continued,
"Such agile thinking! Such a versatile and combative consciousnessâyou are worthy of my best efforts to kill!"
Shen Ye listened silently, his hand pressed on the dagger.
"Charlotte? Has he completely repaired the runes on that coffin?"
He asked softly.
Charlotte spoke,
"This saint indeed repaired the coffin completely."
The plan failed!
Tch.
Although the binding was undone just now, it was only for a moment.
It seems.
We can only fight.
Shen Ye took a deep breath, gripping the long handle of the dagger, preparing to unleash a new blade technique.
Old John moved his limbs and also assumed a combat stance.
"I can feel that your blade technique has improved."
"To show my appreciation, Iâve decided to take you out with close combat."
"âAfter all, your fate is already sealed."
Shen Ye sneered and replied, "You just canât let it go, wanting to comprehend my sword techniques. Why say such nice things?"
He tightened his grip on the dagger, ready to strike.
Old John also lowered his gaze, his hands moving slightly.
In a flash of lightningâ
Void suddenly opened.
Piece by piece of gray scales leapt out of the void and landed on Shen Yeâs long dagger.
They automatically assembled into long, sharp lines.
The dagger turned into a long sword.
Lines of faint text kept flashing in front of Shen Yeâs eyes:
"Your ???? Ancient Blade (Dagger) has acquired more law fragments."
"It continuously evolves until it is completely formed."
"Congratulations."
"You have gained a new weapon:"
"Ancient Law of Sorrow."
"Prototype of Long Sword."
"Description: It has stabilized thirty-six kinds of ancient laws. Unaffected by your times, and due to historical continuity, the laws on the long sword will interact with each other, growing stronger."
"âIt seems the ancient laws are truly about to unleash their power again."
Shen Ye was stunned.
Across from him, Old Johnâs eyes twitched, exclaiming,
"Impossible! Those laws have long lost their power, why would they suddenly appear in your hand?"
He suddenly realized, looked around, and said in a deep voice,
"Who is it? Who dares stand against the saints of Myriad Realms, do you have a death wish?"
"Get out here!"
Silence.
No one responded.
Yet a thin voice echoed in Shen Yeâs ear:
"At that moment, you freed the king."
"âThe truth about the alliance between Truth World and Pale World, our king has agreed."
"This blade is the symbol of our friendship."