326: Dimensional Rift

"Ah!!!"

Liao Mei let out a painful roar; he had actually pierced through his own golden body!

On his forehead, countless golden patterns bloomed, like a shattered mirror.

Golden blood droplets fell from the fissures.

They fell into his eyes, dyeing them gold, then merged with his tears and slid down his face.

Following this, Liao Mei's body also underwent a tremendous transformation.

His shoulders gradually bulged, and curved sword blades sprouted out, the jade edges stained with golden blood.

His clothes shattered, and his muscles emitted a lustrous glow.

His nails kept growing, and as he reached his jade claws to his mouth and licked them gently, blood trickled from the tip of his tongue.

On his forehead, the hilt of the jade sword that had been embedded there had transformed into a horn.

Wrapped in gold and jade, a single thought could make him a god or a demon!

"Hehe!"

Liao Mei laughed softly, his calmness laced with madness.

"Let's see if you can take this sword strike of mine!"

Swoosh!

Liao Mei rose into the air alone, and immediately, a patch of space was cleaved apart, as if pitch-black thunder had detonated.

Chen Tianming looked up, the intense fluctuations of space shattering resonating within him.

The power of space, guided by the sword.

Liao Mei didn't even have a System, yet this level of comprehension could be considered outstanding among the many worlds.

But Chen Tianming was not only focused on Liao Mei's swordsmanship.

Spatial fluctuations—a sudden flash of inspiration crossed his mind.

Since the nine crystals were discovered, he had tried various methods and experimented constantly, but all had been in vain.

However, he had never tried the method of space.

Because until now, Chen Tianming had never found the power of space.

According to his understanding, possessing the Devouring System, he only needed to devour other System hosts to have a chance to directly obtain the power of space.

This time, Liao Mei was pushed to his limits and unleashed the Heaven-Breaking Sword Strike that hadn't appeared for tens of thousands of years, and only then did Chen Tianming realize that the power of space could actually be comprehended.

At this moment, he didn't care at all about how sharp Liao Mei's sword technique was or how terrifying the spatial blades were.

Chen Tianming closed his eyes, constantly asking himself one question in his mind.

What is space?

The Dao of No-Distance slowly emerged in his heart.

No distance, shrinking the earth into inches.

Why was No-Distance so powerful, yet didn't utilize the power of space?

Adding this clue, he started to think again: what exactly is space?

A line? A plane? A point?

Countless points arranged to form a line, countless lines forming a plane.

Planes stacked upon planes form space.

Does space have distance limitations?

If there are countless spaces arranged together, why wouldn't space itself be a point that forms a line?

Although it was just a hypothesis, the multiverse of space had already been confirmed by Chen Tianming.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be transmigrators possessing Systems, opposing him at every turn.

Boundary, No-Distance.

Everything before Chen Tianming's eyes was sliced into planes: towering mountains, rivers and raindrops, withered trees and flowers, collapsed houses and the living beings within them.

Even Chen Yun, Ding Xiaoyu... their bodies followed the spatial slices.

Sliced again, into individual threads.

The threads were severed, becoming countless tiny fragments, ever smaller, ever more fragmented.

Even the insects, microorganisms, and viruses floating in the air were cut layer by layer, shattered into pieces.

But were the things being cut and shattered individual spaces?

Until this moment, Chen Tianming finally opened his eyes.

So, there is no such thing as space at all.

A macro-world is space, but is a micro-world not space?

A line is space, but is a plane not space?

Such a paradox can only exist if there is no space.

Without space, there is no distance!

Chen Tianming suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The next moment.

Boom!

The terrifying sword blade descended.

The space suddenly collapsed, drawing in and absorbing everything around it, and then violently exploded!

Layers of clouds rolled by, and a gale raged.

The violent explosion wiped everything clean.

The ground formed a smooth crater, looking just like a mirror surface.

The entire fantasy world, a golden planet like a prism, shuddered violently with the attack.

Looking from the universe, it vibrated continuously at a rapid frequency, and then—crack!

A planet was directly sliced into two!

Violent gravitational effects and the butterfly effect followed.

Snow fell in summer, and thunder roared in broad daylight.

For a moment, the entire fantasy world seemed to return to that terrifying moment of spinning skies and reversed cardinal directions.

Above the clouds, a huge spatial rift lingered for a long time without dissipating.

Liao Mei was covered in golden blood, his body encased in jade, gasping for breath, his jade teeth clattering together with a tinkling sound.

The immortals could no longer maintain their composure; they jumped and shouted endlessly.

"Awesome! The Sword Saint is worthy of being the first sword to split the heavens!"

"With such swordsmanship and momentum, who in this world can block it?"

"The world has been torn open! This is truly a world-shaking strike!"

At this moment, applause came from behind them.

Clap, clap, clap!

"Right, right, right! One strike, and you split the damn planet, how many people must have died?"

An immortal responded unconsciously.

"What are you saying! One strike to eliminate the evildoer, so what if ten thousand mortals die?"

Chen Tianming chuckled.

That contempt, that coldness.

Suddenly made all the immortals feel a chill down their spines.

Turning around, they saw Chen Tianming right behind them, and the immortals immediately jumped back in succession.

Chen Tianming swept his gaze coldly and suddenly sneered.

"You want to kill me? What a joke!"

Liao Mei was already dazed.

He dragged his body and walked to Chen Tianming, staring at him like an ape looking at a human through a cage.

"You... still alive?"

Chen Tianming shrugged.

"You're too trashy; you can't kill me!"

Liao Mei went mad.

He thrust out jade swords from his palms, his fingers acting as blades, slashing and waving frantically.

Countless pitch-black spatial sword energies struck Chen Tianming's body, but they didn't even break his clothes.

Everyone was shocked.

But then they saw Chen Tianming raise his hand.

He simply made a gesture of spreading his five fingers.

Bang!

A thunderous roar.

Liao Mei's jade sword body was instantly sent flying hundreds of miles, and the mountains on the ground formed a huge gully.

Chen Tianming looked coldly at the immortals.

They suddenly knelt to the ground, bowing their heads in submission.

Chen Tianming took one step of No-Distance and arrived in front of Liao Mei.

"Sword Saint, do you have anything else to say?"

Liao Mei stared blankly in despair, opening his mouth but unable to make any sound.

Chen Tianming nodded.

"Since you have nothing to say, then shall I send you to the afterlife?"

Liao Mei sighed helplessly and nodded silently.

Chen Tianming thought he was being free and easy, but he was truly too free, acting recklessly.

He raised his hand and drew his sword.

Just as Chen Tianming was about to kill him, suddenly, thunder roared in the sky and a gale howled.

It seemed the wind was too strong; the spatial rift that Liao Mei had opened in the sky was suddenly torn open further.

Like a bedsheet being torn at the corner by sharp claws.

Combined with the gale, it was like the black canopy of heaven being blown apart by the wind.

Chen Tianming stopped, his eyes fixed intently on that patch of black rift.

Until a light suddenly appeared within the darkness of the rift.

Everyone suddenly held their breath; at this moment, it was as if the entire fantasy world had come to a standstill.

Even Chen Tianming thought he was hallucinating.

But looking up, the wind was calm, the rain had stopped, and it was indeed quiet.