A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 1253 1246. Boring

"After all that nonsense, I think you might as well think about how to escape. After all, anyone who calls me a 'witch'...I will definitely punish them accordingly."

As Caster spoke, his robe began to flutter wildly in the wind under the influence of the escaping magic power.

The magic power that filled the atmosphere became increasingly dense, and even took on a physical form, transforming into thick fog that engulfed Caster's figure.

However, facing Caster like this, Archer seemed unimpressed: "That's really interesting. You just said... you wouldn't even be bothered by a scratch, right?"

"Yes."

Caster responded confidently.

"There's no way you two can hurt me."

"is it?"

Archer sneered.

"Then let's give it a try..."

"puff--"

Just as he was about to take action, the pupils of everyone present, including Caster and Archer, shrank sharply.

"how come……"

Shirou Emiya resisted the urge to vomit and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Archer's confused eyes were also filled with disbelief.

The right half of his torso disappeared.

It was instantly cut off from the body by some terrible impact, leaving no room for reaction.

With such horrific injuries, even a heroic spirit cannot be saved.

His gaze was now aligned with Emiya Shirou's, looking at the figure that had appeared in the distance at some point, and he asked in disbelief.

"Why are you?"

"???"

Caster saw that both of them were looking at him and felt extremely confused.

She was also surprised at what she saw, but unfortunately, it was not her doing at all.

It should be said that she can't do this at all.

What I just said was just bluffing.

After all, according to the rules of the Holy Grail War, Archer is a Heroic Spirit who is one of the three strongest knights. Even if this is her home court, it is simply unthinkable that she can kill Archer so easily without even allowing Archer to react.

"Because you guys are too long-winded. I'm tired of you."

A cold voice came from behind.

Caster shuddered, as if a poisonous snake's tongue had swiped across his spine, and he felt cold all over.

The sound is close at hand.

Only at this moment did she realize that the two people in front of her were not looking at her, but at someone who had appeared behind her at some point.

But...how is this possible?

Although she might not be as good as other Heroic Spirits in terms of breath perception due to her rank, this place is within the coverage of her barrier! How could someone come in silently?

However, her thinking stopped before she came up with an answer.

Because the person behind her didn't intend to give her time to think.

click -

Only a crisp sound was heard.

Caster's neck broke in the figure's hand, as fragile as a piece of dead wood.

At this moment, the two heroic spirits disappeared at the same time with reluctance.

Who could have expected that this stalemate would end in this way?

In an instant, two heroic spirits left the stage.

"You...Mr. Xuanhao...how could you..."

Emiya Shirou looked in disbelief at the regular visitor to his home who was walking towards him.

In his memory, this man was always taciturn and treated Sakura very well, but he had no other impression of him.

  How could he possibly reconcile the figure in his memory with the man before him who ruthlessly dispatched two heroic spirits in an instant?

That's a heroic spirit, a powerful being beyond human comprehension.

  Even between Heroic Spirits, it's not that easy to determine the winner, right?

How on earth did this person do it?

"I've already told you, I'm tired of it."

Xuan Hao didn't waste any time and walked forward and grabbed Shirou Emiya's crown.

"Well--"

Just when Emiya Shirou thought he was going to be killed and was doomed.

Memories flooded his mind like a tide.

"This... this... how could this happen?"

In his memories, he saw scenes of Sakura dying in various forms.

And every scene is closely related to the current Holy Grail War, which he originally believed to be unreasonable.

"what are these?"

"The possibilities of the future in different time and space. I just present them all in front of you." Xuan Hao explained lightly.

"So, these are all possible futures?" Emiya Shirou clenched his fists.

"Yes, if I hadn't appeared, Sakura's ending would have been a tragedy no matter what." Xuan Hao replied, "What do you think? Do you still think you can live leisurely like this? The Holy Grail War is far more cruel than you can imagine. You don't really think that you can end this war with the naive idea that no one will get hurt, do you?"

"I...I don't know."

"This is not the answer I want to hear." Xuan Hao frowned slightly, "What I want to know is, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I want to end this war...but...how can I do it?" Shirou Emiya was confused.

Of course he understood the truth.

As long as we have enough power, we can end this all before any tragedy happens.

But the key is that he doesn't have that kind of power.

"Fine, you just have to say 'end this war' is the answer."

Xuan Hao was finally somewhat satisfied after hearing this and nodded.

"You don't need to think about the rest. I'll give you the power. Go ahead and end it cleanly."

As he spoke, an inexplicable force poured into Emiya Shirou's body from Xuanhao's palm, like an epiphany.

"Remember, after the war, there is one more guy who must die, Matou Zouken. He is the culprit for Sakura's tragic fate."

A moment later, Emiya Shirou fell to the ground with a thud.

Xuan Hao turned and left expressionlessly.

What is going to happen next is nothing more than Shirou Emiya winning the entire Holy Grail War overnight.

He no longer had any interest in watching any further.

During the years he has been in this world, he has searched every corner but has found no trace of the soul fragment.

So I can only give up this place temporarily.

Of course, although it has nothing to do with his sister, Sakura Matou is also a poor girl, so he changed the fate of this girl.

He has to leave this world.

In order to prevent Sakura's fate from returning to its original trajectory after he left, he left a trace of power in Shirou Emiya. This was enough.

click -

bang-

There was a sound of shattering and metal falling to the ground.

The samurai sword of Sasaki Kojiro, who was guarding outside Ryudo Temple, was broken, and the knight's sword in Altria's hand also fell to the ground. The two Heroic Spirits looked at the figure of the man passing by, and they were just as incredulous as Caster and Archer before.

Their bodies seemed to feel the fear that came from the source, and they froze in place without moving.

Until the man in front of him disappeared into the void caused by a wave of space fluctuations.

------

When he opened his eyes again, Xuanhao had arrived in another strange world.

And this world made him feel unprecedented pressure.

It seemed that all of his abilities, except for his physical fitness, were suppressed by the will of this world.

After getting some information from the natives of this world, he seemed to understand the reason.

Because the level of this world seems terrifyingly high.

  why?

Because there are immortals in this world.

In other words, it is the will of heaven that dominates this world.

This is completely different from the will of the weak worlds he had experienced before.

No force of law can be exerted under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, unless he can cultivate according to the rules of this world to a level that is strong enough to go against the Heavenly Dao.

But the problem facing Xuanhao now is.

He doesn't know how to practice at all.

Now, his power of law has been completely sealed. Apart from his unusual physique, he is just an ordinary person with greater strength.

Injuries cannot be healed by the power of the law, and if you die, you will really die.

This made it impossible for him to rush over as he had done in the past, such as looking for a so-called "immortal" to steal some cultivation techniques.

Now Xuan Hao is living in the mortal world, and even meeting an immortal seems not so easy.

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"Brother Hao! Get up quickly. Dad asked you to chop the firewood in the yard! Then go to the fields to help him."

early morning.

Xuanhao was awakened by a slightly childish female voice.

After coming to this world of extremely high level, Xuan Hao had no idea how to practice Taoism, so he could only find a place to go first.

This is the home of an ordinary farmer in an unknown village.

He came here pretending to be a refugee from famine, and was taken in by a kind-hearted family.

The family had no sons, only a daughter who was about sixteen years old.

So the kind old couple treated him like their own son.

In contrast, he often helps with physical work at home.

"okay."

Xuanhao responded as he stood up.

Looking at the cute little girl in front of him, he smiled.

The little girl's name is Jiang Lanlan, she is the daughter of this family. She usually calls him "Brother Hao", and he just calls her "Little Sister".

Just like her parents treated him as their own son, Jiang Lanlan also treated him as her own brother over time.

Xuanhao quite likes this peaceful life, which reminds him of the beginning.

But this place is not destined to be his home, and he will leave sooner or later.

After getting up, walking out of the room and into the yard, Xuanhao picked up the axe on the ground and chopped the firewood in a few seconds and piled it together.

Although everything except his physical abilities was suppressed by the will of heaven, his body was still abnormal even though it had no value as a power.

Not to mention chopping wood, he must have never seen the so-called immortal cultivators in this world. Otherwise, he estimated that those ordinary immortal cultivators who had just started would probably not be able to withstand a punch from him.

After all, even for a cultivator, there is a limit to how strong he can be than an ordinary person when he first gets started.

The main feature of his physique is that he has great strength and can break anything with force, so he is not necessarily afraid.

After chopping the wood, Xuanhao put down the axe and walked towards the field.

"Xiao Hao? Have you chopped the firewood?" A middle-aged man working in the fields asked with a smile when he saw Xuan Hao coming.

The man's name is Jiang Tao, and he is the pillar of the family.

"It's done."

Xuanhao picked up an extra hoe nearby and helped the man plow the land.

This has become a common thing for him.

Originally, the man didn't want Xuanhao to help with the farming. He wanted Xuanhao to study hard because it would be a dead end for him to farm in the village all his life.

But Xuanhao said that he always felt bad about eating and drinking for free without doing any work, and he had plenty of strength, so the man couldn't do anything about him, so he had to do the same thing every day.

Of course, Xuanhao also did not neglect studying.

He relied on the yellowed books at home to understand some basic information about the world.

"Xiaohao, you help with farming every day. Are you really studying hard? The county's big exam will be next year, so you have to study hard."

The middle-aged man started muttering while working on the farm.

"The only way out for ordinary people is to pass the imperial examinations. Don't be like me, farming in the fields all your life."

Xuan Hao shook his head helplessly and replied with a smile: "Don't worry, I read books every day."

He had long since memorized those old books, which were almost torn apart.

The man is just an ordinary person, so of course he thinks studying is the only way out.

Because ordinary people have never considered becoming immortals.

After all, it seems that if one wants to cultivate immortality, one must rely on talent, that is, the spiritual roots that one is born with.

Generally speaking, talented people will be discovered and taken away by nearby cultivation sects when they are young.

Compared to the county's major examination next year, Xuanhao is actually more concerned about the disciple recruitment meeting to be held by the nearby Jinxuan Sect in the near future.

Jinxuan Sect is the only nearby sect of cultivation that Xuanhao has heard of in all the time he has been here.

It is said that the Jinxuan Sect recruits disciples every ten years. As long as one has spiritual roots and passes the test, one can join the sect and learn the methods of cultivating immortals.

This is his chance to come into contact with the world's cultivation system.

However, Xuanhao didn’t know much about spiritual roots, and he didn’t know whether he had them or not.

The two chatted idly in the field.

Soon someone came out from the direction of the house and shouted.

The middle-aged woman waved at the two men in the yard, indicating that they should go home for dinner.

There seemed to be someone standing next to the middle-aged woman, and it seemed that there was a guest in the house who had not been seen for a long time.

"Xiaohao, this is your second uncle."

The man returned to the yard, put down the farm tools in his hands, and introduced the people who came to his house to Xuanhao, "My younger brother, he works in the county. You have to go to the county for the big exam next year, and you have to bother your second uncle."

"Second uncle, Jiang Feng."

Xuanhao nodded slightly and responded.

"Hey, you have a nice physique, young man."

The visitor looked at Xuanhao, then patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"I've heard about you from my elder brother a long time ago. I didn't expect you to be such a hardworking young man. Not bad! The county exam is nothing. Let's go inside and talk."

"How can it be a small matter?" Jiang Tao was somewhat puzzled by his brother's words, "Is there anything more important than taking the imperial examination?"

But he knew that his younger brother was qualified to work in the county just because he was a scholar, and his life would be much more comfortable than theirs.

"Oh, you won't understand even if I tell you. Let's eat first and I'll talk while we eat." Jiang Feng shook his head helplessly.