Chapter 810: Chapter 363: Poetry Knight, Shadow of History (Part 2)

Karelin quickly reminded everyone.

As expected, Tristan, renowned as the Poetry Knight, suddenly appeared in front of everyone, his gaze fixed on Karelin: "Long time no see, my old friend."

"Hmph, I don’t have a friend like you."

Karelin’s expression was unpleasant, clearly not fond of Tristan.

"Jormungandr, swallow them."

At Tristan’s command, the Earth Python opened its blood-red maw and inhaled fiercely. The overwhelming gravitational force even caused ripples in space, dragging Ye Qingzhou and the others into Jormungandr’s abdomen.

With the task done, Tristan gently stroked the Earth Python’s head, showing a contented expression: "Even in the silence of the words, there lies immense power. Although the Shadow of Jormungandr I summoned can only trap you temporarily, it’s enough."

After speaking, Tristan immediately signaled the other teammates, planning a double-cross maneuver.

Braving life-threatening risks to explore unknown ruins couldn’t compare to the safety and ease of intercepting them at the entrance.

For a team with a Godslayer, this was a surefire strategy.

......

Inside the python’s stomach, it was a world devoid of light, pitch black all around, you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.

In the darkness, Ye Qingzhou opened his eyes again.

His starlit eyes gleamed brightly, illuminating the surroundings, vividly reflecting the scene into Ye Qingzhou’s eyes.

Gurgling sounds~

The python’s stomach muscles pressed upon Ye Qingzhou’s body like steel, inch by inch, bringing terrifying force. The thick inner wall appeared to be flesh, but in reality, it had spatial attributes, impossible to damage by ordinary means.

Worse yet, the Earth Python’s stomach acid could corrode everything, not to mention flesh and blood; even divine weapons, over time, would dissolve and break down to atomic states.

"Be careful, avoid the Earth Python’s gastric juices!"

Karelin was evidently familiar with the opponent’s divine techniques: "This is not the true form of Jormungandr, merely a ’Shadow of History’ summoned by Tristan from the river of time, with limitations on its power. As long as we endure long enough, we can escape."

"Too slow..."

Ye Qingzhou evidently didn’t have the patience, as he spoke, a terrifying momentum erupted from him.

His blood flowed through his veins like erupting magma, the powerful life magnetic field forced itself outward, his heart thumping with a thunderous force.

"Divine Feather... Celestial Snake..."

Ye Qingzhou slightly grasped the sword hilt and slowly drew it. As the blade emerged, the fierce aura rose steadily, the sharp edge making Karelin and Andre’s hairs stand on end, their vision blurred as if seeing a mighty Feathered Serpent God soaring through the winds.

The brilliant starlight radiated from within, displaying a splendid array of colors, making Ye Qingzhou, in Star God Mode, appear godlike, descending upon the earth.

"One! Sword! Strike! Infinite!"

Amidst the resounding sword hum, the purple Sword Gang seemed to cleave through Chaos, dividing Yin and Yang, with black and white sword Qi forming two intertwined vortices.

Two Essences emerging from Tai Chi!

"Five levels, Stellar Fusion Mode!"

Ye Qingzhou slowly stood up. In the Heaven and Earth Furnace, his heart, pounding vigorously, was injected with the Nine Great Divine Flames, transforming into a golden sun.

The great sun soared into the sky, all heavens stars.

At that moment, Ye Qingzhou’s power swelled to an astounding degree, as he swung his sword, the blade cut into Jormungandr’s inner wall, resonating with space-shattering echoes.

At the same time, at the entrance of the Ink Black Nest, on an oval-shaped plaza,

a black giant python over a kilometer long stood proudly under the moonlight, its entire form motionless, as though a lifelike statue, menacing and fierce.

And atop the snake’s head, a middle-aged man in knight armor stood with elegance, his broad and affable demeanor reminiscent of a well-read scholar, his dark brown hairstyle further emphasizing his erudite aura.

"Tristan, we’ll be there soon."

"No need to hurry too much. My Earth Python can still hold on for half an hour; before then, even a Martial God might not escape."

Tristan was very confident in his power of mental imagery; although ’Shadow of History’ had many restrictions and required consuming vast amounts of power of thought ability to sustain,

once successfully summoned, it held characteristics of a mythical life before disappearing completely, rendering it nearly invincible to a Martial Saint.

As Tristan waited for his teammates to arrive, he suddenly noticed the Earth Python beneath him emit a mournful cry.

Soon after, the snake’s tail exploded, flesh and fiber tore like thread, accompanied by blood, becoming a torrential blood rain.

The Earth Python struggled violently, Tristan swiftly stepped on its head, leaping high into the air, barely avoiding a clumsy retreat by hundreds of meters, finally landing atop a stone pillar, his gaze uncertain as he watched the writhing Earth Python.

On the scene, the blood rain fell extravagantly, from the massive python’s wound, two swirls of intertwined sword Qi emerged, one black, one white, expanding outward, crashing like a tornado through half the plaza.

One stream appeared white, the other black, exhibiting contrasting properties that conflicted and intensified, releasing limitless power as if a tidal wave swept through.

"What the hell is that!?"

Tristan shielded himself with his arms against the debris and flesh swept by the fierce wind. He unfolded his mental imagery to protect himself and stabilize his posture.

Just as he lowered his arm.

Pa~

A clear footstep echoed in his ears, as if all other sounds were silenced, layered beneath a pane of glass. Only the slow footsteps shared the space with Tristan.

Step by step, each like a small hammer pounding on Tristan’s heart.

How could he not understand, his aura had been locked onto by a formidable foe!

Tristan abruptly raised his head, immediately meeting a gaze that seemed to pierce through the endless Star Sea, witnessing a vast cosmos.

It was a newborn world, everything existing in the form of a sword; it was the Infinite Sword Realm.

"!"

Just one glance, and Tristan involuntarily clenched his teeth, his cheekbones rising prominently, sideburns quickly dampened by the sweat pouring forth.

At that moment, Tristan felt as if facing a mythical life from a vast epic, as if he had stumbled off a cliff, a fleeting fear seizing his heart.

Only the solid stone pillar at his back could offer him a slight sense of solidity and security.

Since stepping into the Martial Saint Realm, it had been so long since Tristan felt such bone-deep fear and unease.

The sudden experience was like returning to childlike dread of the dark nights.

Cowering under blankets, fearfully glancing at the closet, afraid something unknown lurked within.

The footsteps grew clearer, a straight and slender figure, amidst the blood rain, approached slowly.

He stood tall, like a peerless blade, staring into Tristan, suffocating him, as if his soul was being cut.

Bathed in brilliant starlight, with gold blazing in his heart, Ye Qingzhou walked toward Tristan with measured steps: "Have you thought of how you want to die?"

"You... were swallowed by the Earth Python..."

Tristan’s eyes nearly bolted from their sockets: "No, it’s absolutely impossible..."

Zheng~

Ye Qingzhou drew his sword, stepping on the stars, shattering the void.

In his final moment, Tristan’s eyes filled with an ultimate brilliant sword light.