Time Origin Descends
The virtual gathering ended, and Tang Ping was in a good mood.
He first slipped away to spend a few days with Luo Xiaoyu and Huo Wu, breaking his "ignoring his wife" time limit, before finally returning to his Cultivation Room satisfied to continue his seclusion.
The purpose of this seclusion is twofold: firstly, to continue fusing with the Xueluo Crystal, tempering one's will, and increasing Gene Multiplier; and secondly, to continue comprehending the Wind-Thunder Chaos Stele, and to plagiarize—no, borrow—to create one's own secret techniques.
Time flies like an arrow, Wind-Thunder Secret Realm quietly slips away year after year amidst the roar of thunderous waves.
The Elf of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion gradually became more active.
Although more and more Elf are circling around the Feng Yaya pavilion master, most of Elf are still quite clear-headed and no one wants to put all their eggs in one basket.
Some of them turned to serving the prodigies of the Five Great Powers who came to the secret realm for training, hoping to find a way out.
Some were chosen by a prodigy, who paid a hefty sum to redeem them and leave, then followed them faithfully, betting on their future glory at the top;
Others, with their strong will and unwillingness to be subservient to others, simply apply to join the Cosmic Galaxy Bank, taking on perilous training missions and gradually increasing their strength through the resources they earn by risking their lives, firmly believing that "my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens."
Such is the law of this world; it never revolves around any one person. No matter how big a storm someone stirs up, in the long river of time, it is ultimately nothing more than a fleeting wave, and even ripples may not last long.
A new generation replaces the old.
Only the scene in front of No. 1 Cultivation Room seemed to have never changed.
Two Elf, one large and one small, were respectfully guarding the entrance.
The little Elf on the left is about the size of a human in their teens, with a delicate and exquisite figure like a porcelain doll. On its small face, no bigger than a palm, are a pair of striking heterochromatic eyes, the left eye being ice blue and the right eye purple. The pair of translucent energy wings on its back flutter gently, with pale gold and silver-purple patterns interwoven between their veins.
With each flap of her wings, wisps of Wind-Thunder and thunder power drifted down, transforming into tiny, visible wind blades and flashes of lightning, creating a hazy halo around her.
She tilted her head, looking curiously at the High Elf beside her, and asked in a clear voice, "Sister, His Highness really as powerful as Aunt Yaya said?"
The High Elf standing to the side possessed a cultivation Universe Level. Her figure was graceful and charming, and her long, straight, and fair legs were particularly eye-catching, always managing to draw people's attention unintentionally.
Hearing the little Elf's question, she replied admiringly, "Of course! Otherwise, how could you have been accepted as a personal disciple by the master? The master is a pillar of the Human Race, a great figure above the clouds! To catch her eye, Your His Highness must naturally be one of the most outstanding geniuses of the Human Race!"
"Really?" The little Elf blinked its heterochromatic eyes, but a doubt crept into its mind.
From the moment she was born, she was favored by the Feng Yaya pavilion master and specially arranged to serve His Highness here.
But every time she had a break from her shift, she would listen to her sisters talk about those prodigies from elsewhere. Each of them was extraordinary, single-mindedly devoted to the Dao, and didn't even glance at women. In His Highness, the things her sisters said in private made her blush every time she thought about it.
I've heard that His Highness is never still once he emerges from seclusion, and his methods of doing things get more and more bizarre each day.
That's impossible! Your His Highness is truly... terrible.
Just as the little Elf was lost in thought, cradling his burning cheeks, a sudden change occurred!
Boom!
An aura of ancient and boundless laws suddenly erupted from the Cultivation Room!
This aura, indifferent and vast, seemed to have existed since the beginning of the universe, carrying the vicissitudes of countless ages, weighing heavily on the heart.
The next moment, countless mysterious silver-gray patterns, like living threads, emerged from the void, spreading along the cold stone floor, and finally intertwining into an enormous hourglass of time above the dome of the Cultivation Room!
The hourglass turned slowly, and the sand fell softly, each grain shimmering with tiny silver sparkles, seemingly silently tracing the path of the past and the future.
The dazzling silver light instantly enveloped the entire Cultivation Room. Even the Wind-Thunder forces floating in the air became as docile as wild beasts with their necks being choked, daring not to make the slightest disturbance.
"It is... it is the Descent of Law Origin!" The High Elf's voice trembled uncontrollably.
The little Elf was so shocked that she covered her slightly open mouth. "The Time Origin! His Highness, World Lord Rank being, has actually gained the recognition of the Time Origin Law?!"
It should be understood that the Time Law is one of the most supreme Laws of Origin of the universe. Even among Immortal God of the High-level Marquis, very few can even touch its threshold, let alone gain the recognition of the origin!
For World Lord Rank to achieve this level is nothing short of a miracle!
Cultivation Room.
Tang Ping stood calmly beneath the Wind-Thunder Chaos Stele, his eyes tightly closed.
The surrounding space began to emit a faint creaking sound, as if it could not withstand this ancient pressure. Even the light became eerily distorted and sometimes became incredibly slow.
A second feels like an eternity; yet it can also fly by, and in the blink of an eye, it feels like a lifetime has passed.
Just then...
A crystal-clear, silvery-gray droplet floated suspended in mid-air above his head.
The water droplet was small, yet it seemed to contain the changes of countless ages, its surface shimmering with a hazy halo. Simply by hovering there, the flow of time in the entire Cultivation Room began to become disordered.
"Tick-tock~"
The water droplet pierced straight through Tang Ping's body and merged into the core of the World Lord World deep within his sea of consciousness without any hindrance: the Singularity!
"Hiss hiss hiss~"
The Singularity, which had been dormant and had long since ceased its expansion, began to tremble slightly at this moment, and a layer of ever-flowing silver light appeared on its surface.
The expansion of the World Lord World, which had been stagnant for a long time, is slowly starting up again!
Tang Ping slowly opened his eyes, a look of vicissitude and profundity that resonated with the passage of time flashing in them.
A silver-gray hourglass mark slowly emerged between his brows. As the mark rotated, the pressure of the laws it emitted was more profound and ancient than when the Wind Origin had acknowledged it.
Tang Ping sighed with some emotion, "I never imagined that my understanding of the Time Law would reach this point. Now that I've gained the recognition of the origin, I suppose my consciousness can also step into the ocean of the Time Law."
You know the ropes!
"Whoosh!"
Without hesitation, Tang Ping separated a portion of his consciousness and, following the guidance of the imprint, sped toward the deeper reaches of the Origin Land of the Universe!
The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.
An endless, silvery-gray ocean suddenly appeared in sight! The waves surged, yet there was not a sound; only the purest and most extreme aura of the Time Law permeated this world.
Every ripple here represents a trajectory of time; every tide contains the profound mystery of Time Acceleration, slowing, stillness, and even reversal.
Tang Ping's consciousness transformed into a drop of silvery-gray water, quietly merging into the waves and drifting with the current. With each rise and fall, each wash, he took a step further in understanding the Time Law!
Once he gains recognition from the Space Law, he will be able to acquire Blood Sea Clone and continue his efforts!
Cultivation Room, the little Elf stood on tiptoe, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the tightly closed stone door, eagerly waiting for the moment it would open.
As is customary, whenever His Highness makes a breakthrough in his cultivation, he always comes out to "reward" himself, lingering in the secret realm to seek pleasure and enjoy life.
She gazed at the stone gate, a blush rising on her delicate cheeks, and a shy thought quietly welled up in her heart: she really hoped she could grow up quickly so that in the future she could present herself as the most precious "prize" to His Highness had created such a miracle.
How blissful it would be to bask in such powerful, dazzling radiance of His Highness, and to stay by his side day and night!
Besides, she'd heard that His Highness was quite generous. She couldn't let His Highness suffer a loss.
A gentleman loves wealth, but he acquires it in a proper way.