Hyperdimensional Universe: I have Three Thousand Ultimate Talents Chapter 466 - 290 Divine Law, Night-Blooming Cereus, Sacrifi

Chapter 466: Chapter 290 Divine Law, Night-Blooming Cereus, Sacrifice_1

Jiang Ming had cultivated the Ten Thousand Threads technique to the extent of a single thought birthing thousands, and had developed the Space Art to a kind of ultimate point.

With a flicker of his figure, there appeared a dense mass of shadows.

In his hand appeared the Blood-dropping Sword, which he obtained at the City Lord Mansion. It was a twelfth-grade imnse weapon, which he found quite handy after trying and thus kept it for use as a weapon.

Each tip of the sword possessed nine rounds of illusory images, blazing intensely, as if a Great Sun lood over the World.

It was the Third Sword, Nine Yang Burning Rivers and Seas.

Jiang Ming’s first clash with Emperor Tianyu resulted in his myriad of illusions rapidly shattering, and he was blown away in the span of a breath.

“How little you regard , to use such Divine Skills,” Emperor Tianyu exclaid with fury on his face.

“Indeed quite inferior,” Jiang Ming said helplessly, “my actual age hasn’t even reached half a century; amidst my cultivation, there has been too little consolidation, and correspondingly, the Divine Skills I have mastered are far fewer.”

Back then, the comprehension of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One and various series of swordsmanship seed sowhat insignificant to him now. Handling peers of the sa level wasn’t a big problem.

But Emperor Tianyu, an existence whose talent already stood at the pinnacle of this mortal coil and who was also a realm higher than him, on top of the foundation of the Holy Dynasty and cultivating countless Divine Skills and marvelous thods, made it clear that his previous Divine Skills were indeed far too inferior.

“Not even fifty?” Emperor Tianyu was taken aback, his pupils shrinking to the size of needle tips, as he took in a breath of cold air, his face twisting, “To have reached this level before fifty, you truly defy the heavens.”

More than defying the heavens, it was simply inhuman.

“Not worse than ,” Emperor Tianyu said in a few words before pouncing again, “Bring out all your strength, otherwise, you will die a very miserable, very miserable death.”

“All Tao Return to the Origin, the Ultimate Point Break the Sky Strike!” Emperor Tianyu’s Divine Skill was extrely terrifying, showing signs of condensing all Tao into one, evolving into a point of sharpness that tore through all obstructions.

“Sword Twenty-seven!”

With one clutch of Jiang Ming’s palm, the Blood-dropping Sword humd and vibrated. He struck from the air, rging twenty-seven types of rules together. Though it had yet to reach perfection, after years of insight and improvent, coupled with using the blueprint of Inner World Evolution, the fusion was already very exquisite.

The fusion of rules could unleash an inconceivable might.

The two collided in an instant.

Rules fusion? So exquisite, not worse than , now this is interesting!” Emperor Tianyu’s eyes sparkled, his Divine Skills transforming as he exclaid, “Star-pointing Finger, a star falls from the sky!” “Also a fusion of twenty-seven rules, not bad!” Jiang Ming caught sight of the essence of the opponent’s Divine Skill with one glance, and admired, as his techniques began to change as well.

Both demonstrated the way of fusion, exceedingly intricate and unparalleled in talent.

In this world inside the Chessboard Artifact, they unleashed boundless Divine Skills. Sword Qi burst forth, and Divine Dawn sprinkled down, seemingly evenly matched.

For a ti, the two felt a kind of mutual appreciation.

“This is my self-created strongest Divine Skill of fusion, Star-pointing Finger, Return to Hiding!” As the pressure on Emperor Tianyu increased and his astonishnt grew, he unleashed a dreadful move.

His talent was peerless, and with the support of the Holy Dynasty, his cultivation conditions were supre, unrivaled in the world.

Yet now, he felt a sense of loss.

I’ve only comprehended forty-nine rules, rging them all together with all my heart.”

As he spoke, Emperor Tianyu’s finger made the starry sky lose its color, the sky do collapsed, transforming into innurable Returns to Ruins, devouring all living beings.

Frightening to the extre, it was akin to a natural disaster.

“Sword Forty-nine!”

Jiang Ming’s eyes flickered uncertainly, sparks of wisdom flowing within. He absorbed the essence of his opponent’s finger completely, turning it into his own accumulation.

For a mont, various enlightennts erged in his mind, but now was not the ti for contemplation and deduction.

With a turn of his sword light, forty-nine rules rged, breaking open the starry sky, and also tearing apart the collapsing forces, allowing the boundless calamitous energy to dissipate and restoring a clear and bright state.

“I am not as good as you,” Emperor Tianyu retreated, his face changing repeatedly, a complicated and indiscernible look on his face, as he sighed, “You are the true genius. Compared to you, whether in courage, resolution, comprehension, thods, and so on, I fall short. Ah…”

“I suddenly envy you, really, really envy you!” Emperor Tianyu looked up, sowhat sorrowful, “Back then, I was full of pride, considering nothing in my view, with the world at my feet, and looking down upon heaven and earth, confident that I could reach even the transcendent Divine Spirits with ease. But ever since witnessing his might, I bowed my proud head, and since then, I thought of lying low, waiting for the future, to catch up with him, surpass him, suppress him. But today, after seeing you, I have suddenly realized that from the mont I bowed down, I lost myself, my ambition, my chance to go further.”

Haha, soone as proud as I am has turned into a re knife!”

“Haha, lowering my head, I lost everything.”

“Back then, I should’ve put everything on the line, perhaps there was a chance for a leap to ascension, but now, it’s forever lost, lost!”

Emperor Tianyu burst into manic laughter.

He waved his arms, releasing his Divine Might, shaking the Chessboard World.

Red light radiated from his eyes as he stared at Jiang Ming and said, “This Chessboard World, it suppresses, it confines, it distinguishes friend from foe, it decides life and death. Unless one side is wiped out, this realm shall not open. But I do not wish for your death, for in you, I see the hope to overco him!” “Tell , how many rules have you comprehended?”

His voice was extrely hoarse.

“Five hundred!” Jiang Ming communicated telepathically.

“This…” Emperor Tianyu was astounded. “Less than fifty, and you’ve comprehended to this extent?” Imdiately after, his gaze beca incredibly brilliant, and with a long howl, he lunged forward, “I have one Divine Skill, a true Divine Skill, transcending the mortal, transcending life and death, transcending the laws of eternity. I hope you can withstand it!”

His whole being turned into a radiant light, hands, legs, body, all burst forth with incredibly intricate symbols.

His presence climbed successively, reaching a magnitude difficult for ordinary Twelfth Realm to even contemplate.

Jiang Ming, too, noticed that the opponent had manifested his Inner World, integrating it into this Divine Skill.

“Epiphyllum One Finger!”

Epiphyllum blooms briefly, yet shines for an eternity.

This was Emperor Tianyu’s Divine Skill, unleashing all his power.

“I will also use my strongest sword to date!”

Jiang Ming’s pupils contracted, sensing an imnse threat.

The Blood-dropping Sword in his hand buzzed, and as he raised his hand, streams of rule power intertwined, layers upon layers woven together, unfathomably profound, making the Chessboard World violently tremble, as if it couldn’t bear the strain.

“Universe One Sword!”

Universe, the number three hundred and sixty-five.

Jiang Ming’s sword integrated three hundred and sixty-five types of laws, though rudintary, he managed to achieve it.

rging three hundred and sixty-five rules together, the radiance emitted by the Blood-dropping Sword was overwhelmingly brilliant, like thirty million nuclear bombs detonating, the light piercing through space.

Even as a Twelfth-grade great weapon, it struggled to bear the burden, the blade showing cracks, yet the Divine Skill forcefully forbade its destruction, turning it into an indestructible vessel.

This sword seed to transcend ti and space, colliding with Emperor Tianyu’s Epiphyllum One Finger. The explosive force of energy could annihilate a One-party World.

The Chessboard World twisted and fissured.

Emperor Tianyu’s finger and arm turned to ash in an instant, and he staggered far back.

Covered in cracks and streaming blood, he remained spirited: “Had you not held back, that strike would have been my end. Strong, exceptionally strong, ha ha, so very strong!”

He laughed out loud twice more, then beca solemn, “This Divine Skill, in his hands, would be a thousand tis, no, ten thousand tis more formidable. But that’s not the main concern. As a Divine Spirit, he possesses capabilities akin to a domain, able to suppress All Tao, freeze ti and space, eliciting in a resistance from both body and spirit, a pressure from the very essence of life.”

“But you…” Emperor Tianyu rose into the air, transforming into particulate light, condensing into light feathers, “but from you, I see hope. Brother Jiang, I make a sacrifice of my flesh, my heart, my soul, my will, my wisdom, my martial arts, my mories, all I possess, giving them to you. With my strength, kill him, kill him, kill him…”

With each final cry, he disappeared completely.

Singular powers began to rge within.

Jiang Ming’s heart stirred with the desire to resist, but sensing no danger, he sowhat relaxed his guard and began to accept.

Without any resistance.

Waves of power rged into his being, enhancing his Soul Power and adding comprehension of several perfected rules.

His Inner World expanded once more.

But most important was a mory river, reflecting Emperor Tianyu’s entire life. With a brief glance, from childhood to the present, every small growth was contained within.

There were various cultivation thods, Divine Skills, and conjectures about that Divine Spirit.

Alas…

Jiang Ming sighed softly, feeling a tinge of complexity in his heart.

“Emperor Tianyu, as a minister of Holy Dynasty, yet you aid an enemy, you deserve to die!” Furious voices arose from all over the Chessboard, followed by the ergence of nurous figures.

Yet Jiang Ming was not surprised, for he had known all along.