Sanctuary Paradise

Chapter 714: Ripples of Destiny

The third-order native world layer, temporarily numbered world 598-03-07.

"Fuck you, you sword madman, go die!!!"

An uncontrollable roar came from the sky. On a battlefield filled with all kinds of chaotic energy flows, a bald barcode man with chains wrapped around his arms roared and swung a double-edged chain axe that was more than two meters wide. The extraordinary energy on his body boiled up and turned into a blood-red dragon with bared fangs and claws. As the bald barcode's arm with bulging veins swung, it smashed down a figure on the ground together with the double-edged chain axe.

boom--! !

A huge roar was heard, and as the bald barcode man struck down, the battlefield, which was already overwhelmed by the heavy weight, collapsed with a bang. A large amount of broken rocks and stone grindstones flew up into the sky from the impact of the chain axe and the blood-red dragon, forming a waterfall of earth and rocks that was hundreds of meters high, which looked like it was going to sink the entire battlefield with one blow.

The bald barcode man in mid-air looked at this scene, and his breathing became extremely tense. Then...

Zheng——! !

The crisp sound of the sword striking was heard for a moment, and in an instant, the entire battlefield scene froze along with the expression on the bald barcode's face.

I saw an extremely sharp sword light rising into the sky from the earth and stone waterfall. Wherever the sword light passed, the earth, stone and the bloody dragon were quickly shattered like a pencil drawing being erased. Only the bald man was left standing there in a daze, looking at the scene below, unable to speak for a long time.

"Haha! So refreshing! Thank you, Daoist Brother Shanlong, for your help. It has enabled me to further improve my swordsmanship. I am deeply grateful!!"

Unlike the bald man with a deathly pale face, one can see that in the area that was cut into a blank by the sword light, a young man with sword-like eyebrows and an extremely sharp aura is laughing loudly. At the same time, he looks at the bald man in the air with an extremely sincere gaze, holding the wooden sword in his hand that is gradually crumbling into ashes, and bows to him.

"In addition, I have gained some understanding today, so I will take my leave first. I will come to ask for your advice tomorrow. I hope you will forgive me."

As he spoke, the young man with sword-like eyebrows apologized in a very sincere tone, thanked the other party, and then turned and walked away in the astonished gaze of the bald man.

Wait? Tomorrow?!

This guy is coming over tomorrow?!

"Wait a minute, what on earth are you going to do?!"

The bald barcode man, whose thoughts were a little confused by the other party's words, suddenly shuddered and shouted at the other party in confusion.

In fact, it would have been fine if the other party had let them off every time in the first two rounds, but when it came to the final battle for the space coordinates, the other party actually taught them a lesson and then just left, without even looking at the space coordinates. Now they inexplicably said that they would continue to pick a fight with them tomorrow, which made the bald man completely confused about what the other party was trying to do.

"Hmm? Oh, so this is what you mean? Please rest assured, I have no intention of getting involved in the two space coordinates you occupy. I was inspired by a familiar Taoist friend and thought that instead of going back like this and wasting the remaining time, it would be better to learn a few things from you and hone my swordsmanship before this world ends."

Hearing the question from the bald barcode man, the sword-browed young man was startled at first, then he smiled suddenly, slightly bowed to the other party, and explained in a gentle tone. When the bald man in the air heard the other party's answer, he was stunned.

Because you don't want to waste the remaining mission time... so you deliberately keep them here to compete?

In mid-air, the bald man looked at the sword-browed young man's departing back and wanted to say something, but when the words reached his throat, the other party's look when they were fighting flashed through his mind involuntarily, making him silent.

It was a look of complete concentration with no distractions.

"Is this the reason why this guy was able to reach the Lungai level..."

In an instant, the bald barcode man felt that the resentment and anger in his mind seemed to have been deflated and could no longer rise.

When he first entered this world, he always thought that his occupied quota had reached 4.9 points, and compared with the real foreign-level echelons, the only difference was in opportunity and talent.

But after seeing the performance of the young man with sword-like eyebrows, he suddenly realized that the gap between him and these monsters seemed to be... not just talent and opportunity.

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The third-order native world layer, temporarily numbered world 598-03-05.

"Roar--!!"

A huge roar that was enough to shatter the soul of an ordinary second-level contractor exploded. Under the sky shrouded by death, a skeleton giant that was a hundred meters tall was seen roaring, swinging the skeleton giant sword that exuded a strong aura of death, and together with several figures rushing out synchronously around him, it attacked the tall black-haired figure in the center of the encirclement with incomparable terrifying power.

boom--! !

In an instant, sword lights, death energy, magic, fist power...all kinds of attacks burst out from the plain. The terrifying power seemed to destroy the entire world. The tall black-haired figure in the center of the plain just closed his eyes calmly, took a step forward, leaned forward slightly, and made a gesture of drawing a sword.

Dark Slash, Destruction!

boom!
The dark death energy exploded, and all kinds of attacks coming from all directions were like a lone boat encountering a tsunami. They only lasted for a very short moment before being completely extinguished by the violent netherworld death energy.

"Attack together, don't give her the chance to take the initiative..."

“Damn it! Hold on…!” “Lao Han! Give me the buff…!”

Zheng——! !

The next moment, a loud roar sounded from the wave of death, but it was immediately drowned out by the clanging sound of blades. Only a series of blade collision sounds were heard from the death, and finally accompanied by an extremely crisp clanging sound, the darkness that permeated the surroundings suddenly converged to the feet of the tall figure, and around him were figures, some lying on their backs, some supporting themselves with swords, and some supporting each other.

"You lost."

A cold and pleasant voice sounded, and the Death Master indifferently glanced at the loser group lineup composed of the top-tier contractors of the Underworld + Samsara Paradise + Death Paradise in front of him, then calmly put the black sword that was almost as tall as him back into the scabbard, turned around without looking back and walked towards the tent in the distance. Finally, he stopped at the forging table in front of the tent, picked up the forging book he had not finished reading before, and continued reading it.

"Tsk, this monster doesn't need any rest at all? She's either forging iron or practicing with swords every day. Brother Mingyu, are you sure she's not the strongest in your paradise?"

"Ahem... don't ask me. I haven't even said two words to her. Anyway, can anyone give me a hand? I can't stand up."

"Tsk tsk, brother Mingyu, your physical fitness is not good enough. You just lie down after being beaten?"

"Nonsense, I'm a necromancer, not a magician!"

On the plain where the deathly aura gradually dissipated, several members of the loser group who were easily defeated by the Death Master were seen standing up from the ground supporting each other. They didn't feel like competitors from different paradises at all, but more like old friends who were very familiar with each other.

In fact, when they first entered this world, they were also very tense with each other, and the Underworld even had conflicts with several top teams from other paradises.

But half a day later, the situation turned into that they, who were supposed to be in hostile camps, inexplicably became teammates who helped each other. Every day they had to face desperate competition from the Dead, and even Hades, who was the opponent's teammate, was included in it. As a result, they, who were supposed to be hostile to each other, turned from competitors who disliked each other into a "Rebel Alliance" who shared weal and woe in just less than three days.

——Although in the end I still got beaten every day.

"Oh my god, brother Mingyu, what are you doing?"

"Read a book. What else can you do? Stare blankly?"

Mingyu cast a recovery spell on himself, glanced at the top assistant of Death Paradise who asked the question, answered as if it was a matter of course, and then continued to immerse himself in the book in his hand.

"Tsk, are all the guys in the Sanctuary Paradise so unruly... Never mind, Lao Han, help me up, I'll continue practicing."

"Fuck, you guys, didn't you agree to play bad together last night?"

"We can't help it. That monster called the Deathbringer has been training there 24 hours a day. It would be too embarrassing for us to just lie there like this."

"Hey, who among you wants to be my sand... ahem, my sparring partner?"

"Let me do it. I just happen to have a new idea that I want to try."

On the plain, one by one, the contractors who were knocked down got up from the ground, either cursing or complaining, but in the end they all tacitly picked up their weapons or took out their books again, as if they had agreed. Some read books, some trained, and none of them were willing to really stop, as if they were holding back some energy.

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At the same time, Dark Glory Continent.

"Huh... is it this late already?"

In a small wooden house at the edge of the wilderness, Xin Lailai, who had been sparring with the White Mage and Randy for a day, lay down on the bed tiredly. After glancing at the time at the edge of his vision, he took a long breath, closed his eyes, relaxed, and entered a state of rest.

Time passed silently, a faint evening breeze blew past the window, blowing the black-haired young man's hair in the quiet darkness, and then...

Wow——! !

When the electronic clock on the wall just passed half an hour, the black-haired young man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, took a deep breath, and looked at the communication channel at the edge of his sight like a ghost, as if he was addicted to something. No reply yet!
It's been a whole day, and the guy who holds the dead hasn't replied to his message! And the location is still in the native world!

——There is absolutely no mistake! That guy is definitely still using the World War mission time to train!
——No more time can be wasted! He must find a way to make up for the time lost during this period!

When Xin Lailai thought that while she was sleeping, the Death Bearer and Dao Ji were probably seizing every minute and every second to improve their strength, she felt a sudden awakening in her brain, and her originally strong sense of sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

Finally, Xin Lailai was like a chicken with its blood pumped up. With a determined look, he took out the spell theory book that he had not finished learning last time from the storage space and began to read it attentively.

Huh? Want to take him down while he's distracted by the world war?

There are no doors! ! !

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the other side.

Zheng——! !

When Randy was awakened from his sleep, the first thing he heard was the crisp sound of blades vibrating.

"Tsk... Hey, Old White, it's so early in the morning, why don't you... eh? Wait, why is it still night?!!"

Randy, who was wearing a floral shirt, rubbed his eyes and pushed open the door while muttering. When he was about to ask the white-haired hunter to stop being so diligent, he looked at the dark wilderness that came into his sight and was suddenly startled. His blood pressure suddenly rose as he woke up.

No, are you still going to let me sleep? He thought he slept until morning. So it's still late at night? !

"Fuck, Lao Bai, don't go too far. You're practicing swordplay in the middle of the night and you don't even let us sleep..."

"The room over there in Black Sword is always lit."

Just as Randy, who was furious because his sweet dream was disturbed, was about to start cursing, the white-haired hunter in the wilderness outside the door suddenly stopped swinging his knife, looked towards a certain location to the east, and spoke.

"???"

When Randy heard this, a big question mark suddenly appeared on his face. He looked blankly at the brightly lit cabin not far away. He blinked his eyes, and used the perspective effect of the roaming hunter's perception ability to look at the scene inside the cabin. He looked at the black-haired young man who was sitting at the desk in the cabin and immersed in his studies. He looked at the white-haired hunter who had ignored him and continued to focus on swinging the knife. He opened his mouth slightly, and a dazed and collapsed expression gradually appeared on his face.

No, man, what the hell are you doing?!
Isn't this the buffer period between the truce? Why are they all acting like the world is going to end tomorrow?!

Is this still in the park?!
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Sanctuary Paradise, lounge of the Sun God Cult headquarters.

"What? Dad hasn't come back yet? And there's no news from Sister Offra and the others either?"

In the luxurious single room specially prepared for the official members of the Sun God Cult, the second-level pioneer girl Chi, who had met Xin Lailai once at the dinner table and was a little shocked by her "filial daughter", was staring with wide eyes, listening to the answer of the red-haired queen in front of her with disbelief.

"Yes, Brother Dong said that there is still half a month left before the maximum deadline for the world battle. Instead of being forced to stay in the real world for another half a month after returning, it is better to grind two more levels of secondary professions in there and practice more techniques, so as not to be left behind by the sword fanatic of the Three Thousand Gods."

"Tsk, when did Dad become so desperate?"

"Who knows, maybe he was stimulated by something?"

In the lounge, Hong Fu, who was changing her clothes, replied with a smile and said to Chi:

"Okay, I have to go to training too. Xiao Chi, if you have any questions, just ask on the communication channel."

"Hey, even Sister Hongfu you... No, why do you all seem so busy all of a sudden?"

The orange-haired girl blinked in surprise when she heard Hong Fu's answer. In her memory, shouldn't the atmosphere of the park be quite relaxing and joyful? After everyone returns, they should eat and drink, and after venting their stress, they can find a place to lie down comfortably, and then enter the next world with a happy body and mind.

Has it become so busy all of a sudden?

On the other side, Hong Fu was slightly startled when she heard the orange-haired girl's surprised words.

Indeed, thinking about it carefully, it is true that since three months ago, the time she and the other members of her sect had for entertainment and leisure seemed to have become less and less?
It's not just them. If they come to their senses and think about it, it seems that the atmosphere of the entire Sanctuary Paradise has quietly changed during this period of time.

Although the number of people taking to the streets for entertainment and to vent stress has not decreased, there seem to be fewer and fewer idle and complaining speeches in various forums. Instead, there are more and more discussions and exchanges, and even the arena is starting to be crowded every day, as if everyone is unconsciously driven by something and is trying their best to move towards their goals.

When did it start?
Hong Fu thought about it, but finally smiled and shook his head. He touched the orange-haired girl's head indifferently and said with a smile:

"Maybe, but at least judging by the results, I actually like my current more fulfilling life."

"Really?"

"Really? At least compared to before, the atmosphere of the park now makes me feel that my goal is not so unattainable."

Hong Fu replied with a smile, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes.

That's right, although from a daily life perspective, the recent pace of life does make her feel constantly busy, but when she calms down and thinks about it, she finds that this atmosphere where she can clearly feel that everyone is working hard to move forward makes her feel at ease.

In other words, it made her feel that recognizing reality and giving up efforts are not the same thing.

Even if she will eventually be left far behind by the figure she admires, at least before that, she can still try her best to follow the other person's pace.

No matter how bad it gets, I will never regret it.

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The void, somewhere.

"Did you see anything happy?"

A majestic yet calm voice sounded from under the broken starry sky. A tall figure in a military coat glanced at the scene in front of him and asked a casual question to the smiling scholar in a white robe beside him.

"That's it."

The white-robed scholar chuckled and said, looking down at the huge river in front of him that only he could see. A grayish-white color flowed through his pupils, and within that color were various scenes taking place in the paradise called the Sanctuary and in the world where war was taking place.

It's already starting to work.

That’s right, although it was very slight, and although it was just a small ripple, there was no doubt that the changes brought about by the two people through the trial had begun to have an impact on their destiny that could not be ignored.

The pure white that was supposed to fall in the curse has been reborn, and the warrior who was supposed to disappear in hatred is about to rest in peace in relief.

The ending has deviated.

The gears have turned.

No matter what the other party's original ideas were, no matter how mediocre he was in the beginning, when he surpassed himself in nearly desperate death situations, when he broke free from the shackles in nearly impossible predicaments, he had already relied on his almost indelible will to train himself into a strong person who was fit for that path.

Just like that guy said, this is a miracle, this is an incredible feat.

It's not the lucky ones who are chosen who welcome their mission, but the mediocre ones who no one expected have tempered themselves to the point where they are able to bear it all.

No one has forced them, nor has anyone coerced them, but those who can complete the trial will inevitably bring about such a result.

Just like a seedling that has withstood a violent storm will surely bloom brilliantly, as long as those two people continue to stick to their own paths, the impact on their fate will become more and more obvious and more and more irreplaceable, until the predetermined ending is completely deviated.

This is a variable of fate.

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(End of this chapter)