Time-Space Sanctuary

After sending Liu Erlong off, Yu Tiancheng closed the door and quickly ascended to the second-floor training room.

He could hardly wait to take out the Time Dragon Spear.

As the long spear settled into his hand, a sensation of blood-bound connection surged through his heart.

The shaft felt warm and smooth like jade, yet it contained a startling sharpness. With a light swing from Yu Tiancheng, a faint silver trail lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

He tried infusing it with soul power.

Hum—

The spear trembled softly, bursting with a brilliant silver-gray light. At the tip, space began to warp slightly, as if it could pierce the void at any moment.

"What a spear!" Yu Tiancheng couldn't help but praise.

He attempted to execute his Second Soul Skill, "Void Flash," while swinging the spear.

Shua!

His figure instantly appeared on the other side of the room, while the spear's trajectory left a clear silver afterimage hanging in the air.

Even more astonishingly, that afterimage lasted a full three seconds before slowly fading—a manifestation of his First Soul Skill, Time Slow.

"If I could use this in battle..." Yu Tiancheng's eyes gleamed with sharp light.

He continued practicing, familiarizing himself with this new weapon.

The Time Dragon Spear felt like an extension of his own body; every movement was as natural as using his own arm.

As soul power poured in, the temporal ripples on the spear grew more pronounced, and the entire training room's space began to experience a subtle distortion.

After two hours, Yu Tiancheng finally stopped his practice and retracted the spear into his body—as a bonded weapon, the Time Dragon Spear could merge with his martial soul, ready to be summoned at any time.

He walked to the window and gazed at the sunset outside.

With the Time Dragon Spear, his combat power had increased by at least thirty percent.

More importantly, this spear had immense growth potential; as his strength rose, its power would only continue to amplify.

"Next, I need to raise my strength as quickly as possible," Yu Tiancheng murmured to himself.

At Blue Tyrant Academy, he had a relatively safe environment to focus on cultivation.

Soul power level, spirit ring acquisition, soul skill development... these were all issues he needed to resolve soon.

"One step at a time." Yu Tiancheng took a deep breath, his gaze firm.

Just then, a knock came from outside the door.

"Tiancheng, are you done resting?" It was Liu Erlong's voice. "Time for dinner. I'll take you to see the academy cafeteria."

Yu Tiancheng acknowledged her, straightened his clothes, and quickly headed downstairs.

A new life had begun.

Meanwhile, in the Star Dou Great Forest.

The Shrek Academy group was gathered in a circle, nervously watching the deep blue cocoon woven from Blue Silver Grass at the center.

Xiao Wu knelt beside the cocoon, her pink eyes filled with worry and self-blame.

She stared intently at the constantly writhing Blue Silver Grass cocoon, as if she could see through the layers of leaves to Tang San's pained expression inside.

As the person mentioned most in yesterday's diary, she had received a system notification at dawn, granting her the [Time Sanctuary Mark].

This ability to teleport herself to a designated safe location in a crisis gave her an extra layer of security in the human world.

She had set the teleportation point to the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest, where Da Ming and Er Ming resided—the safest place she knew.

But now, watching Tang San fall into such a perilous state while absorbing that two-thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider, Xiao Wu wished she had received no reward at all.

If not for Er Ming suddenly appearing and taking her away, Tang San wouldn't have risked absorbing this soul beast, which exceeded the limit for a third spirit ring, just to recover his strength quickly and find her.

"Third Brother, you have to succeed..." Xiao Wu's voice choked with sobs, her hands unconsciously twisting together.

Oscar was off to the side making Recovery Sausages, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai vigilantly scanned their surroundings, while Zhao Wuji stood solemnly in front of the Blue Silver Grass cocoon.

Everyone knew this was Tang San's most dangerous moment.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, both hiding complex emotions only they understood.

Yesterday, when the Diary Copy updated and revealed that Xiao Wu was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, they had been too shocked to speak.

But after the shock, what rose in their hearts was sympathy—the diary's mention of Xiao Wu's mother being hunted by Martial Soul Hall struck a chord with them.

Ning Rongrong thought of her own status as the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; if her father met such a fate... she dared not imagine it.

Zhu Zhuqing thought of her own fate with Dai Mubai—that feeling of being forced to flee, of having no control over her own life—she understood it all too well.

So when they saw Xiao Wu emotionally collapse today over her exposed identity, they both chose to draw closer without a word.

"Xiao Wu, don't worry too much." Ning Rongrong gently patted Xiao Wu's shoulder, her voice soft. "Tang San has a strong will; he'll definitely pull through."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded as well, a rare hint of concern breaking through her cold expression. "Since he dared to try, he must be confident."

Xiao Wu looked up at her two companions, a warm current surging in her heart.

As for Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, though they sensed Xiao Wu's unusual behavior over the past few days, they didn't know the specific reason.

Zhao Wuji only vaguely felt that some kind of understanding had formed between the three girls, but as a teacher, he chose not to pry.

Time slowly passed in the tense atmosphere.

The Blue Silver Grass cocoon kept writhing, sometimes swelling, sometimes shrinking, with faint purple-black light flowing across its surface—the energy of the Man Faced Demon Spider's Spirit Ring fusing with Tang San's spirit power.

Suddenly, a crack appeared on the cocoon's surface!

"He's coming out!" Dai Mubai said in a low voice.

Everyone's hearts tightened.

The crack spread rapidly, covering the entire Blue Silver Grass cocoon like a spiderweb.

Then, an arm reached out from the crack—it was Tang San's arm, covered in faint purple-black patterns.

"Third Brother!" Xiao Wu couldn't help calling out.

Hearing Xiao Wu's voice, the arm outside the cocoon pulled harder, and the entire Blue Silver Grass cocoon shattered with a bang!

Tang San's figure appeared before everyone. He was drenched in sweat, his face pale, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, flickering with deep Purple Intent.

What drew the most attention was the third Spirit Ring slowly emerging behind him—a deep purple, proving that this was indeed a thousand-year Spirit Ring that had surpassed its limits!

"He did it!" Ma Hongjun jumped up excitedly.

Oscar let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "That scared me..."

Even Zhao Wuji's tense face broke into a smile: "Good kid, you really pulled it off!"

Tang San's gaze immediately fell on Xiao Wu.

Seeing her reddened eyes and haggard face, his heart ached. He walked quickly to her.

"Xiao Wu, I succeeded," he said softly, reaching out to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

Xiao Wu nodded vigorously, but the tears wouldn't stop flowing: "Third Brother, you scared me to death..."

"I'm sorry for making you worry," Tang San said gently, then turned to the others, "Sorry to keep everyone waiting."