Chapter 1550: Chapter 1550
Chapter 1550: Chapter 1550: ‘History’ and the Trapped Destiny Plate
Facing He Ao’s gaze, Kela returned a confused look.
He Ao looked at her, and after a brief thought, directly asked, “Can the mystical connections on you be transferred?”
Kela looked at him and nodded slightly.
It really can be transferred.
This time He Ao was a bit dumbfounded. He hadn’t actually thought Kela would have a way, he was just asking tentatively, as Kela is highly intuitive, so perhaps she naturally understood certain things.
“I need to use your sword for a bit.” Kela looked at the ice sword in He Ao’s hand, already covered in cracks, and spoke softly.
“Okay.” He Ao handed the ice sword to her.
The state of this sword wasn’t very stable in the first place, after intense battles, it was already covered in cracks.
However, the overall condition was still good, it should be able to last a few more battles.
Kela took the ice sword, not holding the hilt, but gently reaching out and holding the blade. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel{f}ire.net
Under He Ao’s gaze, strands of faint white radiance flowed from her fingertips into the ice sword.
At the same time, her body also began to gradually become illusory, with faint white light appearing at the edges of her body.
An invisible ripple of power currently transferred through the sword’s connection to reach He Ao.
He Ao was somewhat bewildered watching all this, and at this moment, he suddenly realized what Kela was doing.
She was transferring the ‘Wind and Snow Authority’ to He Ao, using this ice sword as the vessel.
This seemed like the magic that Andaville used to seize her authority, and now she was using it on herself.
He Ao raised his hand to say something, but Kela already looked up at him, “It’s done.”
With her words, she handed back the cracked ice sword.
And then, the white radiance covering Kela’s body shattered with a roar, and her body also shattered together into an Ice Mountain Tea Flower.
He Ao reached out his hand, catching the drifting camellia, then he bowed his head, grasping the hilt of the ice sword.
In this moment, his consciousness seemed to be infinitely amplified, transcending the boundaries of time and space, taking in the entire Northern World at once.
These were all places that the blizzard had reached.
At the same time, he also felt an immense sense of oppression.
He raised his head, looking around.
Those dense mystical connections spread from the ice sword in his hand onto his body.
These connections overlapped, like mountains piled upon him, heavily pressing on his shoulders, nearly knocking him off balance.
Then, these mountains transformed into slender ropes, wrapping around his body.
In this instant, he understood why as soon as he severed one connection, Kela sensed it immediately.
This might be hard not to notice.
As He Ao grasped the sword, a substantial crack appeared on the ice sword.
This sword only held Angel Tier power, unable to accommodate the Wind and Snow Authority.
Through the cold blade, He Ao could still sense Kela’s consciousness.
At this moment, Kela’s consciousness seemed to be in some sort of ‘sleep’ state, she was fully suppressing the Wind and Snow Authority’s power to transfer the entire authority to He Ao via the ice sword.
But the ‘control’ of this magic wasn’t in her hands, it was in He Ao’s.
It was originally a magic used for possession.
If He Ao willed it, he could suppress her consciousness entirely, forcibly seize the Wind and Snow Authority, using it to obliterate her will bit by bit.
This was what Andaville had been doing.
After roughly understanding the mechanism of this authority transfer magic, He Ao withdrew his thoughts, carefully storing the camellia, and looked around the chaotic spacetime.
The cracks on the ice sword continued to spread rapidly.
Unless He Ao forcibly claimed the Wind and Snow Authority as his, relying solely on this ice sword as a medium wouldn’t last long.
He Ao raised his hand, his entire body flickered.
This time, the surrounding space distorted slightly, though his body was difficult to move, he still managed to squeeze into the void.
Once again, streams of illusions appeared, exhibiting a strong pull, attempting to attract He Ao.
But at this moment, a translucent ice and snow barrier naturally formed on He Ao, blocking the pull.
He Ao looked at the mystic connection leading to the Trapped Destiny Plate, and immediately ‘floated’ along the connection.
The mighty power of snow and ice was both a boost and a burden, not to mention the layers of mystical connections reinforcing it.
He Ao moved as if carrying mountains on his back.
But even so, he still tried to maintain his original speed as much as possible.
Finally, he ‘rolled’ into the Trapped Destiny Plate.
The heavens thundered, the sun and moon transformed, the earth tore apart.
The uncontrollable blizzard swept across the world of the Trapped Destiny Plate in an instant.
The entire plate seemed to tremble violently.
This dissipation came from the natural release of the Wind and Snow Authority’s power.
Even though Kela suppressed and contained the Wind and Snow Authority’s power with all her might, it was still too much for the Trapped Destiny Plate.
A new crack formed on the ice sword.
He Ao raised his head, looking at the sky.
The powerful mystical connections still hung on him.
And on the other end, a strong connection was attached to him.
He is the connection from the Historical World and the Wind and Snow Authority.
This connection is extremely powerful, tightly holding onto the Wind and Snow Authority, as if it is a part of it, still deeply embedded in the Historical World.
Is this some trait of the ‘Usurper God’? Difficult to leave the original world? Or is it a trait of this Wind and Snow Authority?
Whatever the reason, it is precisely because of this ‘entanglement’ that even though He Ao has already taken the Wind and Snow Authority into the Trapped Destiny Plate, the ‘line’ still cannot be severed.
He just became the middle point of the ‘line’, with one end tied to the Historical World and the other end tied to the Main World, with the two worlds still rapidly converging.
However, this was not beyond He Ao’s expectations; if the game of the divine being behind the scenes were so easy to break, it would be nice.
He turned his head and looked to his side.
At this moment, he was on a mountain of armor.
A silver longsword stood at the top of this mountain of armor.
The Trapped Destiny Plate.
It is a place used by wizards for fate experiments, almost becoming an independent world that can shield the perception of destiny.
But it is not an independent world, at least not in He Ao’s hands.
Although it can still help He Ao shield specific destinies and cut off the perception of some powers, it cannot completely sever the connection to destiny, and it has even helped He Ao cut off the perception of the divine being behind the scenes.
It is one of the ‘foundations’ that allowed He Ao to survive to this day.
Although from this perspective, he is already very strong, it is obvious that this has not reached the ‘original intention’ of the wizards when they designed it.
Those wizards borrowed the powers of different divine beings and intercepted destiny to create this thing.
If it were easily discovered, there would be only one road to death.
Therefore, theoretically, this thing should have the ability to sever all connections, completely isolating inside and outside.
However, after controlling the Trapped Destiny Plate, He Ao did not grasp this ability.
If the repair system for this thing is not nonsense, then there is only one answer: he has not completely mastered the Trapped Destiny Plate, has not mastered its true core.
There is still some ‘power’ within this Trapped Destiny Plate that he has not touched.
And in the entire Trapped Destiny Plate, what exceeds He Ao’s grasp is this silver longsword.
Previously, he couldn’t even touch this sword.
But after the last attempt, he realized what the power he hadn’t touched was.
He Ao gazed at the silver longsword in front of him, placing the tea flower on his shoulder.
He gripped the ice sword with one hand and stretched out the other to touch the silver longsword.
His finger lightly landed on the hilt, and then it seemed as if it did not touch anything solid.
The silver longsword flickered violently.
He Ao’s palm opened and then once again exerted strength.
In an instant, his hand gripped the hilt.
The blizzard swirling in the sky flashed fiercely, and the fierce, maniacal howling rushed into He Ao’s mind.
Countless light shadows of springs and summers, sunrises and moonsets, swirled in his field of view like a wheel.
“Mine!!! That’s mine!!!!”
“Opportunity for enlightenment!!! Opportunity for enlightenment!!!”
The roars, chaos, madness, and deafening sounds echoed beneath the blood-red sky.
He Ao raised his head and looked around.
His body was surrounded by countless fighting figures, with piles of corpses stacked beneath his feet forming mountains.
Blood covered the ground, extending all the way to the sky.
And in that instant, a thought suddenly moved in his mind; he turned his head to one side.
Not far from the longsword stood a mountain peak, cleaved by one strike, leaving only a diagonal face and the lower half.
The cut surface on that mountain peak was so fresh, as if it had just been left not long ago.
At that moment, the entire world’s scene flickered, and the cut surface on the tall mountain aged instantly, as if it had endured countless years.
The slaughter and shouting also vanished at that moment, with scattered snowflakes drifting across the sky; everything just now seemed like a dream, an illusion.
What He Ao saw just now was merely an illusion from history.
He Ao gazed at the silver longsword gripped tightly in his hand, exerting a slight force, attempting to pull the longsword from the pile of armor.
But the longsword did not move an inch.
He quickly increased his strength, but no matter how hard he exerted himself, his power seemed to melt away in water, not stirring the slightest ripple.
He Ao quietly looked at the longsword in his hand.
As he pondered, a wisp of ash appeared at his side, quickly condensing into a fragmented black page.
Then, strands of black power surged into his body, adhering to his palm.
This is the power from the Historical Contract.
The sound of fierce battle seemed to return around him once more.
This time, He Ao did not look up at his surroundings but instead stared intently at the silver longsword in his hand.
He gripped the longsword tightly, with the black power covering his entire palm.
He took a deep breath and pulled the silver longsword upwards.