The New World

The two walked through the passageway.

It was an extremely long journey.

On both sides of the passage were endless streams of chaotic light, within which the flow of time became extremely disordered.

Sometimes it feels like it's just a moment, and sometimes it feels like I've walked through a hundred years.

Lin Qiye could feel himself passing through one invisible barrier after another.

Each barrier is like a thick cosmic crystal wall, carrying a completely different aura of laws.

Some barriers are as scorching as the core of a star, some as cold as the abyss of the void, and some as heavy as a pile of billions of stars.

As he passed through, he occasionally caught glimpses of fragments through the gaps in the barrier—remnants of other universes.

Some universes are completely silent, devoid of any sign of life.

Some universes are collapsing, and star fields are turning into chaotic flow.

Some universes are teeming with life, and their laws operate as usual.

But those were just fleeting glimpses.

He lost count of how many layers he passed through.

All I know is that when the last barrier closes behind me.

The laws of the entire world have changed.

It was like plunging headfirst into the deep sea.

No, it's heavier than the deep sea.

The density of laws here is at least ten times that of the universe. Every wisp of spiritual energy in the air carries a primal sense of weight, and one can feel the pressure of the laws with every breath.

Immense pressure surged from all directions, suppressing the King-level power within him deep inside his body.

The consciousness cannot leave the body.

The perception of laws has been severed.

He looked down at his hands.

Clench, then release.

The power is still there, but it seems to be locked inside the body, unable to be released freely as it does in this universe.

This feeling is very unfamiliar.

It felt like going back to many years ago, to the time when I was still an ordinary martial artist.

Back then, he cultivated himself from an ordinary person to a martial artist, extraordinary, mysterious, martial god, interstellar war god, and finally human king. Each breakthrough broke free from constraints, allowing his divine sense to spread to a wider world.

But now, everything has shrunk back to normal.

It was as if someone had shoved him back into a small, dark room from the vast starry sky.

Lin Qiye frowned, but didn't say anything.

He looked around.

This is neither a grand hall nor a starry sky platform.

It was a house built of stone.

It was dim, damp, and filled with the smell of rust and blood.

The ground was covered with a layer of dried, dark brown stains, it was impossible to tell if it was blood or something else.

There are a few broken bones in the corner, who knows how many years they have been lying there.

Several bones had obvious gnaw marks, not from wild animals, but more like human teeth.

In the corner lay several worn-out suits of armor, and on the wall hung several rusted iron chains.

The air was filled with the stench of aged blood, mixed with the smell of rust and some kind of rotting substance.

The ceiling was so low that you could touch it with your hand.

There were no windows. The only exit was the open stone door in front of us.

The light filtering through the stone gate was dim and yellowish, making it impossible to see what was outside.

At the entrance stood a black, heavily armored giant.

The giant was nearly three meters tall, covered in a thick layer of black armor, with only a pair of dark red eyes showing.

The armor was covered with densely packed runes, which shimmered faintly in the dim light, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

His aura was as heavy as a mountain, and he stood there like an insurmountable iron wall.

The black giant looked down at Lin Qiye, his dark red eyes revealing no emotion.

It's like examining a newly arrived item.

Then he turned to look at Kefa.

His voice was deep and cold, like two pieces of metal rubbing against each other.

"Second-class gladiator Cafa".

"So this is the new recruit from your secondary universe?"

Did you tell him anything?

Kefa's face darkened.

"I know the rules. I didn't say anything."

"You're in charge of receiving it, but what about my reward?"

The black giant stared at Kefa for a while.

Those dark red eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.

Then he took out a worn-out greatsword from behind him and casually threw it on the ground.

The greatsword struck the ground with a dull metallic clang.

"This sword is yours."

Kefa glanced down at the sword but didn't pick it up immediately.

He snorted.

But he did not refuse.

Here, having weapons is always better than being empty-handed.

He bent down, picked up the old, worn-out sword, and weighed it in his hand.

Then she turned her head and looked coldly at Lin Qiye.

There was a complex look in his eyes.

It's as if they're saying: That's how I got in too.

It's like saying: You'd better watch yourself.

"Good luck to you."

"This is the original universe."

"See you again someday, fellow villager."

After saying that, he didn't look at Lin Qiye again.

It's as if they've said everything they could say.

After saying that, he bent down to pick up the old, worn-out greatsword and walked towards the black giant without looking back.

The black giant stepped aside to make way for him.

Kefa's figure disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

Lin Qiye looked in that direction without saying a word.

Even his divine sense couldn't reach this place; his perception range was compressed to the limit, and he could only rely on sight and hearing to judge the surrounding situation.

He was very uncomfortable with this feeling of being suppressed.

But he didn't panic.

He recalled Kefa's superior attitude in this universe.

He was the founder of the Galactic Empire, a legendary figure who had been asleep for 100,000 years.

Here, he was merely a second-class gladiator.

A broken sword.

A simple "fellow villager" from him.

This is the true status of that great emperor in this world, a stark contrast to his bowed silence when he picked up that broken sword just now—he was practically a different person.

Is this the original universe?

Even the former number one in this universe is nothing more than a second-rate gladiator picking up broken swords here.

Inside the stone house, only Lin Qiye and the black giant remained.

The air was still for a few seconds.

Lin Qiye stood still and sensed the power within his body.

It was compressed very thoroughly.

But his runes were still there. He could sense that the law of many children and many blessings was still operating within his body, only suppressed to a minimum.

He still possesses the cultivation level of a Human King, but in this world, the density of laws is too high, preventing him from fully utilizing them for the time being.

It takes time to get used to.

He looked up at the black giant.

"New guy, what's your name?"

Lin Qiye gave his name.

The black giant carved a few strokes on the jade tablet in his hand, and a faint light shone on the tablet, as if the registration was completed.

Then he looked up.

"According to the rules of the arena, newcomers must fight a match with high-ranking deacons like us."

"You won, Senior Deacon. You have your own room and receive daily allocations of cultivation resources."

"Lost, low-level gladiator. In a shared dormitory, resources are robbed."

"If you play enough games and accumulate a certain number of wins, you can sell yourself and leave this place."

"If you can't fight anymore, then keep fighting until you die."

"There's no shortage of dead people in the arena."

Lin Qiye listened and then fell silent for a moment.

He silently calculated his current situation in his mind.

With his power suppressed, his divine sense unable to leave his body, and his perception of the laws severed, he was indeed not much stronger than an ordinary person.

But it's only temporary.

He can recover if given time to adapt to the rules here.

and.

His system is still running.

The saying "many children, many blessings" still applies.

That's enough.

"How do we fight?" Lin Qiye asked.

His tone was calm, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

There was no fear, no tension, and no bewilderment about this unfamiliar world.