True Martial World Chapter 1702 - Karma Severance

Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon

All the Godly Monarchs there beheld the Ancestor God morphing into the surrounding landscape. They remained steeped in shock, finding the entire sequence utterly unbelievable.

Whether it was Yi Yun’s horrifying strike or the stunning summoning of souls from millions of worlds, everything kept them deeply engrossed in replaying the events, nearly impossible to pull away from.

Even more unreal was the fact that the apparently invincible Ancestor God had fallen to Yi Yun.

His overwhelming power and dread had crushed the Godly Monarchs, suffocating them completely.

None dared to fight back, for the Ancestor God was far too mighty, so mighty it plunged them into utter despair.

Yet this inconceivably powerful Ancestor God was slain by Yi Yun. His strength had clearly soared to a level beyond their comprehension.

“Yi... Perfected Yi...”

After a prolonged silence, Polar spoke first. His voice trembled faintly from the thrill of his profound awe toward Yi Yun’s prowess.

He was unsure how to address Yi Yun properly. Even calling him “young master” now felt too casual and disrespectful. The current Yi Yun stood on an entirely different plane from them.

But Yi Yun stayed silent and ignored the landscape the Ancestor God had become. Instead, he tilted his head upward to the sky—the direction of his strike...

That blow had rent the world asunder, revealing stars through the tear...

Yet the sight didn’t endure. The spatial rift slowly mended as the starry expanse beyond blurred away. It resembled flames flickering in a misty drizzle—beautiful yet hazy...

The gathered Godly Monarchs were equally stunned by this. The rift stretched about two hundred feet long. Against Yi Yun’s mind-boggling strike, it seemed pathetically small.

By their knowledge, Yi Yun’s attack could shatter a whole universe. No spatial barrier could endure such a blow.

However, this puny rift measured just two hundred feet by three feet. What’s more, it sealed at a visible rate, soon too narrow for anyone to pass.

Did this world hide such a resilient barrier?

Strangely, beyond the Chaos Heavens should lie a void barren of Heaven Earth Yuan Qi—a Multiverse chasm billions of light-years wide, cosmic emptiness in dead silence. Yet stars clearly twinkled in the space past the rift. What was that?

“Perfected Yi, the space beyond the spatial rift is...” Polar couldn’t help but ask.

“A new world...” Yi Yun breathed out softly.

“What?” Polar jolted in shock, seemingly failing to grasp Yi Yun’s words. Or perhaps he understood but couldn’t accept it instantly.

“It’s another Multiverse... Or should I say, a Parallel Universe. The Multiverse isn’t confined to ours alone. The Chaos Heavens is merely one supreme universe in our Multiverse. Beyond it lie countless realms far more thriving and grand than the Chaos Heavens.

“No one knows how many Multiverses exist. Each harbors its own vibrant order...”

Emotions surged through Yi Yun. Billions of years ago, the Dao Originator Celestial Thearch Lin Ming had likely torn through the Multiverse membrane, venturing with Sheng Mei to a fresh Multiverse. There, they roamed diverse worlds, witnessed alien marvels, and embraced thrilling adventures.

Set against the endless Parallel Universes, even a titan like the Dao Originator Celestial Thearch seemed tiny.

The Ancestor God was even more insignificant. Devouring the Chaos Heavens’ Heavenly Dao? It paled against the colossal realms out there.

Yi Yun hailed from a blue planet, likely in a utterly distinct Parallel Universe.

Differing laws there birthed modern technology absent from his current universe. Physics principles ruled there that held no sway here.

From that world’s physics perspective, the universe expanded ceaselessly, dooming humanity to the observable universe’s prison. Even at light speed, escape from the swelling cosmos was impossible. And the observable universe was but a minuscule fragment of humanity’s true universe.

Only farther beyond might Parallel Universes lurk. The observable universe alone was awesomely vast, to say nothing of what lay further...

No one fathomed the cosmos’s true scale. Not even the Dao Originator Celestial Thearch held the answer.

Noticing the Parallel Universe gateway nearing full closure, anxiety clutched Polar. “Then, Perfected Yi, are you...”

Yi Yun shook his head. “Forget it. I still have unfinished business in this Multiverse. There’s karma for me to settle and debts that remain unpaid. Moreover... while I managed to tear open a Parallel Universe passageway with a single strike, it wasn’t through my own power alone. The moment my strength fully stabilizes and I can create such a passageway independently, I will depart...”

To chase the pinnacle of the Martial Dao, avoiding entanglement with karma was crucial. Even as Yi Yun prepared to exit this Multiverse, he had to wrap up all his lingering affairs.

Traveling across the Multiverse stemmed from the Dao Originator Celestial Thearch’s personal fixation, and Yi Yun harbored his own deep-seated longing.

He yearned to locate the Multiverse containing Earth and revisit it.

Before, he lacked the power to achieve that; even today, amid countless Parallel Universes, pinpointing Earth felt like hunting for a needle in an ocean. Yet, he clung to that hope.

He would seek it alongside Lin Xintong, and maybe his sister, Jiang Xiaorou...

At present, however, Yi Yun desired to head back to the Sinkhole.

Even within the Sinkhole, numerous issues awaited his resolution. The looming danger from the Ancestor God had forced his hasty exit back then.

Now, the moment had arrived to return at last.

Yi Yun glanced back at Polar and the assembled Godly Monarchs.

The Godly Monarchs held their breaths, their expressions turning utterly deferential upon meeting Yi Yun’s gaze.

This was particularly true for the Godly Monarchs from the Ghosts, Fey, and Souls alliances—they trembled in outright dread.

They had betrayed Yi Yun earlier, coerced by dire straits though it was, marking it as undeniable disloyalty. Should Yi Yun hold them accountable, doom would follow.

Besides, Yi Yun was human at heart. With the Chaos Heavens locked in endless racial conflicts over the years, a firm stance from him favoring humanity could crush the other races into submission.

“Perfected Yi, our error stands acknowledged.”

Led by the Fey patriarch, the Godly Monarchs collectively sought Yi Yun’s pardon.

Yi Yun shook his head once more. “From colossal trees to tiny insects, every living being strives solely for their bloodline’s survival. You committed no true fault, so I’ll take no action against you. Though I’m human and the Chaos Heavens’ wars have raged endlessly, I won’t meddle in your conflicts. Racial strife forms an integral chapter in the Chaos Heavens’ martial saga, one you must author yourselves...”

Upon first entering the Chaos Heavens, Yi Yun learned of the Dao Originator Celestial Thearch’s prior visit. That revelation stirred questions in him—why hadn’t the human Dao Originator Celestial Thearch aided humanity eons ago?

Under the Dao Originator Celestial Thearch’s guidance, even the Celestials would kneel.

Yet, the Dao Originator Celestial Thearch departed without touching the Chaos Heavens’ racial wars, leaving his full might shrouded in mystery for generations.

Now, as Yi Yun neared the Dao Originator Celestial Thearch’s former heights, he grasped those enigmatic choices more clearly.

All events in the Chaos Heavens unfolded by destiny, requiring no outside meddling.

His sole tasks involved clearing old debts and cutting karmic ties.

“Senior Blood King...”

At Yi Yun’s words, a figure in crimson robes materialized on the distant horizon—none other than Jiang Xiaorou’s father, Blood King.

Blood King had spearheaded the rebellion against the Ancestor God. His survival hinged on the Ancestor God’s immersion in devouring the Chaos Heavens’ Heavenly Dao.

To such a supreme entity, a minor player like Blood King was mere dust, utterly beneath notice; otherwise, death would have claimed him ages past.

Blood King had caught glimpses of Yi Yun’s climactic clash with the Ancestor God. That cataclysmic showdown left him reeling, far beyond his comprehension.

At his side stood a girl in red—Jiang Xiaorou.

Seeing Jiang Xiaorou, Yi Yun’s face softened into a warm smile. “Sis Xiaorou...”

From their initial encounter in the Cloud Wilderness to his odyssey reaching the Chaos Heavens—from starving desperation to mastering cosmic might as a Multiverse deity—Jiang Xiaorou had truly walked beside him from the start. Yi Yun felt profoundly bound to her, his heart ever tugged by concern.

“Yun-er!”

Having witnessed Yi Yun vanquish the Ancestor God, tears brimmed in Jiang Xiaorou’s eyes. To her, the victory’s core joy lay in one truth: Yi Yun lived.

“Senior Blood King, I plan to journey through the Multiverse soon. I might take Sis Xiaorou along if she wishes. Naturally, Sis Xiaorou won’t depart for good. She’ll come back eventually. Regarding the favor you’ve done me, here’s something for you...”

While Yi Yun talked, a lump of energy gathered in his palm. It held immense quantities of Origin laws, Origin energy, and hazy Primordial Chaos.

He had infused it with portions of his nomological bean too.

This stood as a priceless Martial Dao legacy, deeply tied to the world’s Origins.

Grasping it brought one nearer to the world’s Origins.

In the entire Chaos Heavens, only Yi Yun could craft such a thing.

Every Godly Monarch present possessed vast knowledge. The moment they beheld that glowing mass, jealousy flared in their hearts. This single treasure could elevate the Blood King to a Fey patriarch!

With a mere flick of his wrist, he forged a patriarch-level powerhouse. Yi Yun’s status defied all description. Truly, a single notion from him could deify anyone!

“This...” The Blood King quickly shook his head. “It’s far too precious. I cannot accept it. You’ve already settled the debt for my earlier kindness with those Myriad Form Shura Pills.”

“A drop of water in times of need deserves a spring in return. Senior Blood King, don’t turn it down. To wander the Multiverse, I must cut karmic ties. You need to accept this mass of Origin energy.”

With those words, Yi Yun turned his gaze to Polar Thearch.

“Senior Polar! I owe the Heavenly Courts a debt. The wonderland remaining from the Ancestor God’s demise will go to the Heavenly Courts! The central area covering five hundred thousand kilometers will all be theirs!”

Countless major powers would surely scramble for the Ancestor God wonderland. One could foresee rivers of blood from factional wars over this territory billions of years hence.

Yet now, Yi Yun’s single declaration sealed the division. None dared challenge it. Even if he gifted it to a beggar, opposition was unthinkable. People would rush to aid the beggar instead.

“Senior Divineheart, I owed you from the Xuanyuan Dune expedition. A hundred thousand kilometers south of the Heavenly Courts’ domain falls to Taixia Ancient Mining. You hold complete control over its allocation.”

Yi Yun eyed the stunned Godly Monarch Divineheart. He hadn’t anticipated receiving any share.

Yi Yun’s debt to him wasn’t massive. He’d merely backed Yi Yun a few times during Chaos Ore mining in Xuanyuan Dune and shielded him to access the inner zones.

Never did he dream that such aid would earn him a hundred-thousand-kilometer wonderland. This realm could endure for hundreds of millions of years, letting him establish everlasting legacies!

Taixia Ancient Mining ranked as a minor force in the Chaos Heavens. It hardly merited a slice, yet Yi Yun’s word granted it more than Heaven Fey City got.

The top factions swallowed this grudgingly, though bitterness gnawed at them. Yi Yun spared them punishment for betrayal, but lavishing rewards on his benefactors stung worst of all.

Naturally, they couldn’t complain. Gratitude for mere survival left no room to crave rewards from Yi Yun.

“Farewell, everyone. I’ll depart for a while. I’ll enter seclusion to probe the Martial Dao. Until we meet again.”

As he finished, Yi Yun effortlessly ripped the void apart and extended a hand to Jiang Xiaorou. “Sis Xiaorou, come with me. We must head back to the Tian Yuan World. I wonder if Soft Clouds Mountain Manor still stands...”

Hearing Yi Yun, tears streamed down Jiang Xiaorou’s face.