Chapter 585: . Three-thousand ways to kill you, standing at the pinnacle of the stars, wearing the crown!

Book 585: The Three Thousand Life-Takers, Atop the Zenith of the Galaxy, the One Bound in Crowns!

The Solar Eclipse of the Polar Ice. Lin—

This newly comprehended ultimate strike of martial prowess could well be considered Lu Sheng’s most formidable trump card up to this very moment.

It possessed a cataclysmic, terrifying destructive force capable of annihilating absolute celestial bodies.

And the former supreme technique that had been supplanted by the Solar Eclipse of the Polar Ice was none other than—The Might of the Sovereign Constellations: Ruin!

It was a martial art divinity that Lu Sheng had realized entirely on his own.

Just before this very day, Lu Sheng had still deemed this ultimate move to be profound and mighty, a crowning masterpiece of his own creation.

Yet when juxtaposed with the Solar Eclipse of the Polar Ice, Lu Sheng was so overcome with shame that he wished nothing more than to find a fissure in the earth to sink into.

Compared to the Solar Eclipse of the Polar Ice, the technique known as The Might of the Sovereign Constellations: Ruin was utterly crude.

It was entirely a matter of Lu Sheng binding everything he had ever learned together in an exceedingly simplistic, brutish fashion, and then hurling it outright to crush his foe.

The underlying mechanism was akin to the ultimate killing weapon invented by Da Vinci—the Three Thousand Life-Takers!

Far from achieving the miraculous effect of one plus one equals infinity like the Solar Eclipse of the Polar Ice, it failed to elicit even the most rudimentary outcome of one plus one equals two.

“When I first comprehended it, I was filled with self-satisfaction and smug pride, believing myself to be a genius.

But looking at it now...”

Lu Sheng shook his head with a self-deprecating chuckle. “It is riddled with flaws, so unrefined and childish that it is almost laughable.”

“It needs to be torn down and forged anew.”

However, not at this moment.

For the time being, the Solar Eclipse of the Polar Ice was already sufficiently powerful.

Furthermore, the stellar power within it had not yet transformed into the laws of the cosmos; once Lu Sheng’s stellar energy evolved into those very laws,

the destructive capability of the Solar Eclipse of the Polar Ice would ascend to an even more staggering height.

“To fuse all of one’s lifetime learning into a single strike is simply too monumental a task.”

Lu Sheng attempted to deduce the process slightly using the primal source energy of the universe, only to discover that the amount of source energy required would be an utterly preposterous sum.

Thus, he abandoned the thought.

“Perhaps I can alter my approach. If the demand for a single strike is too vast, why not divide it into two forms, three forms, five forms, or even more?

The Solar Eclipse of the Polar Ice can simply be counted as one of them.”

Inspirations began to spark rapidly within Lu Sheng’s mind, and he felt as though he had suddenly discovered his future path of cultivation regarding martial arts divinities, as well as the correct method to utilize the universe’s primal source energy.

He was just about to carefully ponder this new train of thought.

Right at that instant.

Lu Sheng’s expression shifted.

Leaving a fraction of his consciousness behind within the dreamscape universe to continue mapping out the terrain, the rest of his mind instantly snapped back to his physical form.

*Swish—*

Lu Sheng snapped his eyes open.

He perceived the floor beneath him shaking violently.

To be precise, the entire spacecraft was shuddering convulsively.

The soft white lighting overhead flickered erratically, casting an air of extreme instability over everything.

Lu Sheng extended his spiritual perception, only to discover to his shock that he could discern absolutely nothing outside the vessel.

The entire spacecraft seemed to be suspended within some peculiar dimension, enveloped by an otherworldly force.

Everything returned by his spiritual probe was shrouded in the unknown, in nothingness, utterly ungraspable.

Lu Sheng’s brow furrowed, and he instinctively rose from his seat.

He intended to step outside his quarters to investigate.

Yet the moment he opened the door, he beheld Hai Jidao standing right outside, accompanied by Onon Turing, whose countenance was filled with apprehension and doubt.

Hai Jidao’s expression, however, remained rather placid.

Seeing Lu Sheng emerge, he gave a slight nod of acknowledgment and spoke calmly, “The ambush of the Lord of Oblivion has arrived.

But rest assured, with the Grand Marshal present, all will be well.”

Lu Sheng’s expression faltered for an instant.

Then, returning to a calm composure, he nodded softly.

“This is the place.”

Saya pulled back his cloak, gazing toward a certain direction not far ahead, and spoke in a low murmur to Danton.

Danton followed Saya’s gaze.

What met his eyes was a quaint, retro-styled little house sporting a deep-blue domed roof.

It appeared distinctly out of place amidst the surrounding cascade of radiant, neon-lit metropolis.

“Wa-ge Da-ka Sa-bi-bi Bu-long Huo...”

Danton read aloud the text displayed on the signboard outside the small house, which consisted of a string of peculiar characters.

Saya explained, “It is Ancient Celestial Serpentine, meaning ‘All things shall reach their perfect destination here.’

Translated, it can also be called—The House of All Matters.”

“A peculiar name.”

Danton muttered under his breath, then asked, “Saya, how did you first stumble upon this place?”

A look of reminiscence flickered within Saya’s eyes as he said quietly, “It was the second week after my father passed away, and I was intoxicated.

On my way back that night, I was ambushed by assassins. In my desperate flight, I happened upon this place. Fortunately, the master of this House of All Matters was willing to take me in and hide me away.

Otherwise, I might have perished half a year ago.”

“What a remarkably cliché tale.”

Danton offered his critique.

Saya smiled faintly, shaking his head. “It was also the master of this house who suggested I venture into the Alternative Void Battlefield. Come to think of it, were it not for him, it would have been near impossible for me to cross paths with you, and...”

The latter name went unspoken by Saya.

Dunton remained silent as well, as though a tacit understanding lingered between them.

Since departing the Alter-Space Battlefield, both had deliberately avoided mentioning that name.

Because

That name was simply too distant from them.

So distant that, upon leaving the Alter-Space Battlefield, both men even doubted whether such an entity had truly ever existed in their lives.

"Let us go."

Saya called out, and together with Dunton, walked toward the domed cottage.

Pushing the door open, they were greeted by a pristine, spotless floor.

A lone figure sat upon the floor at the center of the room.

Beyond that.

There was nothing at all.

"I am curious how he managed to hide you away in a place like this."

Dunton murmured, turning his head to look around.

Saya paid no mind to his words, walking straight toward the person in the center of the room instead.

It was a woman.

A very young woman with short, snow-white hair and black irises; her features were ordinary, yet she exuded an air of mystery and elegance.

"You did return, Saya."

The white-haired woman had already been watching them the moment the two entered the room.

"Yin."

Saya sat down before the woman, a bitter smile gracing his face as he spoke with direct candor, "I am in desperate need of your guidance and help right now.

Just like last time, I have unfortunately wandered into a dead end of destiny once more.

Driven to the wall."

The white-haired woman spoke calmly, "You are mistaken, Saya. The path has actually always been right before you, it is just that you dare not walk it."

"Uh—"

Saya froze.

Yet before he could voice any questions, the white-haired woman had already produced a slip of paper, sliding it across the floor right in front of Saya.

"Every answer you wish to know is here, all within this slip of paper."

The white-haired woman said.

Saya picked up the paper with an air of suspicion.

The moment he unfolded it and clearly read the words written upon it, his entire being instantly stiffened.

Subconsciously, he looked up at the woman.

But the white-haired woman, as if having long anticipated his inquiry, shook her head ahead of time, "Do not ask me, Saya.

Listen to the decision within your own heart; it is bound to be right."

Saya was utterly stunned.

He could not help but look down again at the paper in his hand, only to see written upon it—

"Meet the person you first knew, return to where everything began, and take back what should belong to you.

The one who stands at the apex of the stars, wearing the crown, has already arranged everything for you."

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