From Fanwu to Xinghai

Chapter 59 Dimensional Strike, First Glimpse of its Power

This is a place that cannot be described in words.

There is no up, down, left, or right; no passage of time; and no spatial boundaries.

Lin Chen floated in the void, surrounded by flowing golden light spots, which were fragments of the river of time.

"This is the interior of the Dimensional Bridge," Su Wan's voice echoed in his mind. "I will shield you from the heavenly secrets from the outside. Time flows differently here than outside. One hour outside is equivalent to seven days here."

"Seven days!" Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat.

"But you must be careful," Su Wan's voice held a hint of worry. "The space within the dimensional bridge is not entirely stable. If your will is not strong enough, you will be assimilated by the river of time and become a fragment without consciousness."

"clear."

Lin Chen took a deep breath and sat cross-legged in the void.

The Seed of Dimensions shimmered between his brows, resonating strongly with the surrounding golden specks of light.

He began to understand.

Dimensional strikes, as the name suggests, attack the enemy from a dimensional level. They do not harm the physical body or damage spiritual power, but directly attack the "foundation" of the enemy's existence.

In a three-dimensional universe, the existence of every life form is established on a "dimensional anchor point." Just like a ship needs an anchor to stay afloat, a dimensional anchor point is the "anchor" for a life form in the river of time.

Dimensional strikes are about severing this anchor.

Once the anchor breaks, the living organism will "fall out" from the river of time, disappearing instantly without leaving a trace, not even a corpse.

"I see." Lin Chen understood.

However, severing the dimensional anchor of a Nascent Soul stage expert requires not brute force, but a profound understanding of the laws of dimensions.

Lin Chen closed his eyes and immersed his consciousness into the river of time.

"boom!!"

A psionic mech swung its massive iron fist and slammed it onto the city gate.

Iron nails on the city gate flew off, and the huge wooden gate developed numerous cracks.

"One more try and it'll break!" Lin Yuan roared. "Everyone, block the door with your bodies!"

The surviving soldiers rushed forward without hesitation, using their own bodies to hold up the rickety gate.

Lin Yuan held a long sword, and the Time River mark between his brows shone brightly.

His lifespan was burning up rapidly.

From the start of the battle until now, he has already exhausted a full thirty years of his lifespan. His hair has begun to turn white, and wrinkles have appeared on his skin—signs that his life force is being rapidly depleted.

"Senior Brother Lin!" a disciple rushed over, "What is your lifespan?"

"Shut up!" Lin Yuan cleaved back a Dark Blade Pavilion assassin who charged at him with a single sword stroke. "My business is none of your concern!"

He knew in his heart that he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

Without the complete legacy of the Time Guardian, each time he uses the power of the River of Time, he pays the price of his lifespan. He has already burned for thirty years, and he has at most ten years left to live.

Perhaps even shorter.

"Where's Uncle Chen?" he called out as he turned around.

"Elder Chen is directing the wounded to retreat from the rear!" a soldier replied.

Lin Yuan gritted his teeth.

How long can the city gate hold out? A quarter of an hour? Or half an hour?

Lin Chen, come back soon!

The Dark Blade Pavilion's offensive is becoming increasingly fierce.

Dozens of psionic mechs bombarded the city wall simultaneously, sending rubble flying and creating breaches in several places.

Assassins from the Dark Blade Pavilion surged in through the breach like a tide.

"withstand!!"

Lin Yuan roared, and the Time River Imprint erupted once more.

A golden blade of time swept out, cutting all the dozen or so assassins present into pieces.

But the price was that he lost another year of his lifespan.

"Lin Yuan." Su Wan's voice came from the side.

She stood beside the crenellations of the city wall, a blue crystal in her hand, maintaining the shielding field that concealed the secrets of heaven. Sweat streamed down her forehead; maintaining the shielding field and assisting in the defense was an immense burden for someone who had just recovered from a sixteen-year seal.

"You've exhausted yourself," Su Wan said softly. "If you can't hold on, then step back."

"Retreat?" Lin Yuan gave a bitter laugh. "Retreat to where? Behind us are the wounded, the civilians. If I retreat, what will happen to them?"

Su Wan fell silent.

She looked at Lin Yuan and suddenly thought of Lin Chen's father, the man who shared the same obsession as her.

"You father and son... no, you all," she whispered, "how can you all be so foolish?"

"Fools are sometimes lucky." Lin Yuan smiled, then coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

The blue light from the Seed of Dimension between his brows had completely receded, replaced by a profound aura that seemed capable of devouring everything.

"Dimensional strike, done," he whispered.

After seven days of seclusion and reflection, along with the fragments of dimensional laws he gleaned from the river of time, he finally gained a basic understanding of how to use dimensional attacks.

Of course, this is only a "preliminary" stage.

With his current cultivation level, he can only launch three dimensional attacks at most, each time severing the dimensional anchor points of enemies below the Nascent Soul stage. He is still far from being able to defeat those at the late Nascent Soul stage, such as Bai Ying.

Even so, this was enough to change the course of the battle.

"Mother, I'm back," he thought to himself.

"Good." Su Wan's voice was filled with relief. "The situation outside isn't good; the city gates are about to collapse."

"I know."

A cold glint flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

His figure gradually dissipated in the dimensional bridge, and the next second he appeared on the city wall of Yanhuang Pass.

"Click?"

With a loud crash, the city gate finally shattered.

The massive wooden door collapsed into a pile of debris, and the Dark Blade Pavilion's psionic mechs and assassins surged in like a black tide.

"It's broken! The city gate has been breached!!" The shouts of the Dark Blade Pavilion shook the heavens and the earth.

On the city wall, Lin Yuan knelt on one knee, his body covered in blood.

He can no longer stand up.

His lifespan of thirty-seven years was completely burned up within a short hour. He is now relying on the last bit of power of the River of Time's imprint to forcefully support his body.

"Senior Brother Lin!" The disciples rushed over, trying to help him up.

"Leave me alone..." Lin Yuan's voice was extremely weak. "Go block the city gate..."

But it was too late.

The Dark Blade Pavilion's army has already poured into the city gate.

Everyone on the city wall wore expressions of despair.

Just then, "Give them all to me!"

A clear voice came from the highest point of the city wall.

"Go back."

Lin Chen stood with his hands behind his back, at the highest point of the city wall.

Between his brows, the blue light of the dimensional seed shone quietly, neither ostentatious nor dazzling, yet it possessed a chilling pressure that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Lin Chen!" Lin Yuan saw him and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Lin Yuan, you've worked hard." Lin Chen smiled slightly. "Leave the rest to me."

He raised his right hand and made a fist in the air.

Dimensional strike, initiated.

An invisible wave emanated from his palm.

The fluctuations were invisible and intangible, but they affected all the Dark Blade Pavilion assassins and psionic mechs that were swept by them!

Everything has stopped.

It's not time slowing down.

It's not that time stands still.

Rather, their dimensional anchor point has been temporarily severed.

In a single second, they "fell" from the river of time.

This manifests as all enemies swept by the wave disappearing simultaneously.

Yes, gone.

There were no corpses, no bloodstains, and even the magical artifacts had vanished.

It was as if they had never existed.

On the city wall, there was utter silence.

The defending soldiers gaped, their eyes wide as saucers.

"What...what's going on?" a disciple stammered.

"Dimensional strike." Lin Chen said the four words calmly.

Then he turned around and looked out of the city.

Within the Dark Blade Pavilion's grand formation, Bai Ying's hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

"Dimensional attack?" she murmured. "Interesting...very interesting..."

She put down her teacup and stood up.

The dark red robe fluttered in the wind.

"Lin Chen, you really didn't disappoint me."

She raised her hand.

Dark red spiritual energy condensed in her palm, transforming into a jet-black talisman.

"But your dimensional attacks are still too immature."

The talisman is offered up.

The sky suddenly turned dark.

A huge, dark red hand emerged from the clouds and slammed down towards Yanhuang Pass.