A Finger's Snap Spanned a Thousand Years; One Sword Sang of Wind and Thunder
A thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye; the sea has turned into mulberry fields.
When Tang Ping pushed open the dusty stone door of the Cultivation Room, messages from the outside world flooded into his private mailbox on the Virtual Universe terminal.
He scanned through rows of emails marked "obituary," his fingertips paused slightly, and his gaze fell on a familiar name: Zhang Min. The female classmate he had hated most in high school.
With the advent of a new era and the widespread adoption of gene optimization, Planetary Rank powerhouses can now enjoy a lifespan of a thousand years. However, the threshold of Star Rank power has become an insurmountable barrier for the vast majority of people in their lifetime.
Former classmates, each has gone their own way.
Some, young and ambitious, venture into the stars with swords, only to be buried in foreign lands or barely cling to life; others, having seen through the future, return home early to rest, only to benefit from the demolition of Earth, gaining access to massive resources and breaking through to the Star Rank, thus achieving a lifespan of ten thousand years.
Some even more resourceful individuals transformed their old houses into interstellar guesthouses, catering specifically to visiting extraterrestrial merchants, and surprisingly, they made a fortune.
Life's encounters are truly mysterious and difficult to describe.
Zhang Min was probably the most unwilling one.
After graduating from university, she plunged headlong into the world of entertainment. In order to climb the ladder, she was willing to abandon her dignity and self-respect, as if she was determined to prove herself to someone.
But fate played a cruel trick on her. In an accident, she contracted a rare alien disease, and for the rest of her life, she was plagued by medication, struggling every day just to earn money to prolong her life, and even the chance to reach the Star Rank was completely cut off.
On her deathbed, she sent a letter to Tang Ping. The letter was filled with guilt and apology. At the time, Tang Ping was in seclusion, and she did not receive any reply. She eventually died in despair.
Tang Ping saw through her at a glance; she didn't really feel sorry for anyone, but rather knew she was going to die.
After reading the letter, Tang Ping smiled faintly.
As for the passing of his other classmates, he did feel a pang of sadness. Time, indeed, is the most tyrannical force in the world. It generously bestows everything, yet cruelly takes it all back without mercy.
After a moment of silence, Tang Ping put these sighs aside and turned to walk towards Luo Xiaoyu's Cultivation Room, hoping to find an excuse to seek some comfort.
The array at the entrance hummed and flashed red light: in seclusion.
Tang Ping clicked his tongue, looking a little annoyed.
He then went to Huo Wu's Cultivation Room, where the gentle older sister was a great listener. It was the perfect place for them to have a heart-to-heart talk, open their hearts, and vent their frustrations.
As a result, the door still bore the cold, indifferent three words: "In Seclusion".
Tang Ping was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.
It seems to be his own problem. A few days ago, he generously provided the two girls with enough resources to cultivate to the Peak World Lord Rank. The early stage of the Realm Lord level is the golden period for Law Comprehension, so it's understandable that they were immersed in it and focused on it without any distractions.
Shaking his head helplessly, Tang Ping turned and headed straight for the most prestigious Heavenly Sound Pavilion on the third floor.
Even when life is disappointing, one should still enjoy it to the fullest, especially since there are five elegant pursuits to accompany one: smelling fragrance, removing one's armor, exploring secluded places, listening to springs, and reciting poetry.
You must understand, Tang Ping is a true descendant of the Huaxia people, respectful of his teachers and steeped in the refined sentiments of a scholar. When feeling down, coming here to cultivate his character and experience some elegant pursuits—I think everyone can understand that, right?
As soon as I stepped onto the white jade steps of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion, a melodious and sweet song wafted up to me.
"Oh, Your His Highness, you've arrived! The private room, the highest tier, has been reserved for you!"
"Is Your Highness still the same as His Highness, with 99 pure and youthful Star Rank Elf girls?"
Tang Ping cleared his throat, his expression turned serious, and his tone became tactful. "You can't just say things like that. I—actually, I don't come here often."
The Heavenly Sound Pavilion Master, Feng Yaya, who was receiving him, glanced at him and immediately understood his meaning. She then raised her voice and ordered, "Listen up! His Highness wants to experience something new today, the feeling of a pure student visiting for the first time!"
Hurry up and set up the scene, then pick some charming and sensible older women to come over. Remember, each of them must be able to play the role of a "teacher"!
The maids in the pavilion immediately covered their mouths, giggling, "Hehe, Your His Highness really knows how to have fun!"
Tang Ping: "----"
That's enough.
This damned world! The misunderstanding about him runs so deep!
Five years later.
Tang Ping dragged his slightly unsteady steps back to his Cultivation Room, and let out a long sigh of relief the moment he closed the door.
All worries vanish, leaving you feeling completely refreshed!
With a flick of his finger, a virtual panel appeared before him, displaying all the data clearly:
[Realm: Ninth Rank of Realm Lord] (99.9999%)
[Willpower: To Marquis Rank (2%)]
[Laws: Wind Laws (30.1123%), Thunder Laws (30.1145%), Time Law (10.11%)]
[Arcane Arts: Wind-Thunder Brief Notes (12.21/%), Chaos Bell (Soul Defense: Marquis Rank)]
[Weapon: Miao Divine Weapon Level 9 (50%)]
[Lifespan: 2393/10 million years]
[Golden Beast God Bloodline Fusion (21.01/10081)]
[The Internal World: 660,000 square kilometers]
Over these thousand years, the Law Comprehension, the practice of secret methods, and the tempering of will have never been neglected.
The mere fact that someone could unleash the ninth level of the Miao Divine Weapon —capable Immortal-Defying— at the World Lord stage is enough to astound ordinary people, especially considering the 50% chance it represents.
His proficiency level indicates that he is already considered quite good at this level.
In the thousands of years of recorded Ganwu Universe Kingdom, almost no Realm Lord has been able to unleash the ninth level. This is because a Realm Lord who can unleash the ninth level should have already broken through to Immortality. Such strength is enough for him to pass the Thirteenth Floor of the Tongtian Bridge, or even be evenly matched with the fourteenth level. He is not far from the fifteenth level goal set for him by his master.
However, the test on the fifteenth level of the Tongtian Bridge requires that one be able to perfectly control Immortal-Defying, and his master also requires him to rely solely on his Law Comprehension of the laws to fight and win, which is even more difficult.
After all, the gatekeeper is also at the peak of mastery. Even if he is at the peak, he can only be at most 50/50. He doesn't have the heaven-defying luck of Luo Feng, who has Mosha Clan clone that can understand and master the Law Essence, and is also blessed with a 3200-fold Mental Power Amplitude!
If someone else were in this situation, they might rack their brains trying to create an even more powerful secret technique to surpass their predecessors. Everyone knows that there is no strongest secret technique in this universe, only the strongest person; what suits you best is the best.
But Tang Ping is different.
He reached into his Space Ring and pulled out a heavy, enormous box. With a snap, he opened it, revealing a mountain of secret manuals and jade slips inside. These were none other than the fourth and fifth volumes of "Wind-Thunder Brief Notes Writings," which Wind-Thunder Venerable had sent over a thousand years ago.
Accompanying the secret techniques of the Immortal level is a sharp sword sufficient for Immortal Expert to wield: Wind-Thunder Chant. This sword combines wind,
It combines the three Laws of Origin of lightning, time, and thunder, making it incredibly powerful.
Tang Ping lightly traced the dark patterns flowing on the scabbard with his fingertips, took a deep breath, and slowly drew the longsword.
Buzz~
A clear, melodious sword cry resounded throughout the Cultivation Room. The sword's body was as clear as glass, yet the moment it was drawn, it caused the surrounding laws of heaven and earth to surge wildly. Violent wind blades howled out of thin air, purple-gold lightning crackled and exploded, and even space itself rippled in layers, with time strangely slowing down by a fraction.
Countless intricate Law Secret Patterns shimmered and danced on the sword's surface like a galaxy. The overwhelming pressure that seemed to pierce the universe made it hard to breathe. The mere sight of it unsheathed seemed to possess the power to destroy the world, as if a single, gentle strike could cleave through the galaxy and sever the passage of time.
Looking at the Divine Sword in his palm, Tang Ping couldn't help but exclaim, "What a fine sword!"
He then rubbed his hands together, a sly glint in his eyes.
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