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Everyone was silent.

Indeed, this was while it was still shackled.

"That's right—let's do something else, like go to sleep or something, get enough rest. In case its dominant personality wins, at least we'll have the energy to run away," said the Qin Family Head.

He spoke calmly, but Shen Ye heard a hint of helplessness and despair.

An existence exceeding the Nine Layers of the Dharma Realm in strength.

What kind of plan could possibly counter it?

Laughable!

At that moment.

A streak of black light suddenly burst from beneath the river, shot up into the sky, and disappeared in a flash.

The bridge continued to shake.

The aftermath of the attack caused the entire bridge to crack inch by inch until it collapsed thunderously, falling into the river.

Fortunately, the bridge had already been closed off to traffic.

Shen Ye was flying in midair, first glancing at the river surface, then lifting his head to gaze into the depths of space.

"The attack just now—"

"We're checking it! Kunlun has already initiated space tracking!"

"How much longer?"

"We'll have the results in a few minutes!"

Drip.

Everyone's phones issued the same alarm.

Kunlun's voice followed:

"The power of the technique exceeds the measurement range."

"The technique has struck a hidden star in outer space which we did not notice approaching."

"The star begins to destruct."

"Repeat, that hidden star is undergoing destruction!"

The crowd looked at each other in dismay.

A monster hidden at the bottom of the river, battling with itself.

And yet it could detect a hidden star in outer space.

With one move, it obliterated the entire star.

Someone murmured:

"Even with shackles, it's like this; if the shackles are removed, what level will it be..."

No one continued the conversation.

At that moment, fear set in like frost hidden in the bones, leaving no place to hide.

"Could it be that it hears everything we say, crystal clear?"

Song Yinchen asked absentmindedly.

"That's right, so there's no point in us gathering here, let's go. We can't do anything right now; we must not arouse its alertness or hostility. Let's wait for it to finish its struggle for self-identity, and then talk about what comes next," said the Swordswoman.

Xu Xingke decided.

The crowd nodded again.

After having witnessed that strike, no one wanted to stay there any longer.

"Follow me."

Song Yinchen grabbed Shen Ye's hand and left.

They disappeared into the void.

Xu Xingke glanced over and, without saying much, led the Swordswoman and the others in a different direction.

The others scattered.

Song Yinchen stepped into the Dharma Realm and pulled Shen Ye along a short path.

Just as Shen Ye wanted to ask her something, Song Yinchen had already led him out of the Dharma Realm and arrived at a silent house.

Song Yinchen went to the fridge to get Shen Ye a beverage and some snacks, and then leaned back on the sofa.

"This is the Song Family's house in Jade Capital. It's not far from the riverbank. Let's rest here for now."

Shen Ye was also a little tired.

He sat down, opened a can of beverage, took a few sips, yawned, and said:

"In the middle of the night... really can't get a moment's peace."

As he was speaking, he saw a faint light appear, gathering into small characters:

"A new day, you traversed to the World Graveyard and then back again. For this opening, you've obtained the corresponding Evaluation Entry:

"Catastrophe."

"A destiny class entry, Purple Entry (One in Ten Thousand).

"Description: Designate a place you've stayed, bringing it a destruction-level disaster."

"Evaluation: You delivered a Transboundary Level strike, making a powerful being above the Nine Layers of the Dharma Realm have an urge to kill you. Yet, you narrowly avoided the opponent's attack, while that world was obliterated by the strong being in one move."

"The Entry has reached Purple Level not because of what you did, but because your opponent is an existence at the pinnacle of the universe!"

"—You deserve such an entry!"

Shen Ye was momentarily stunned.

It could work like this?

But it had indeed been extremely dangerous.

If it hadn't been for the "Temporal Fluid," he probably would have been slaughtered by the dominant personality of the Nine Aspects.
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"Brother Shen Ye, what's wrong?"

Song Yinchen asked.

"It's nothing," Shen Ye's gaze turned towards her, and a thought rose in his mind, "Yinchen, what are your thoughts on today's events?"

"Not enough time," sighed Song Yinchen.

"What do you mean?" Shen Ye asked.

"Although I can continuously receive Origin Force from the universe, my cultivation time is far too short. I really need more time—if you give me a few more years, perhaps I will be able to protect you, Brother Shen Ye," explained Song Yinchen.

Shen Ye couldn't help but shake his head.

A few years...

If he had a few years, he would make significant progress as well.

But the matter of the Nine Aspects was urgent.

Although it had destroyed a hidden star, the biggest danger was itself!

Suddenly, a voice reached his ears.

Upon hearing it, Shen Ye stood up abruptly like he had been shocked by electricity.

Song Yinchen jumped in surprise, immediately leaping from the sofa to the ceiling, her hands moving through the motions of a technique.

"What is it?"

She hung upside down, surveying her surroundings and asked in a low voice.

"—Listen," said Shen Ye.

Song Yinchen leaned in to listen intently.

Silence.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"That voice—someone is crying out for help," said Shen Ye.

Song Yinchen listened carefully.

Still, she heard nothing.

"Brother Shen Ye, don't tell me there's a ghost, I can't hear anything!" Song Yinchen said, her face turning pale.

Shen Ye stood frozen.

Was he the only one who could hear it?

"There's a voice, it sounds like it's in danger, crying out for help," he said.

"I can't hear anything at all! Kunlun, come out! Do you hear anything?" Song Yinchen pulled out her phone and spoke loudly.

Kunlun's voice came from inside the phone:

"Besides you, there are no other sounds here."

Song Yinchen gently dropped down from the ceiling, reciting the names of countless Buddhas and Gods rapidly under her breath.