The Space Law Recognizes Him

The Wind-Thunder Secret Realm.

After arranging a job for his son in the Earth Branch Business Department, Tang Ping shook his head slightly, suppressing the last trace of worry in his heart.

With this matter settled, he had no more worries and turned to walk towards the Cultivation Room, preparing to continue his seclusion.

During a moment of rest and meditation, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: In this way, the Earth Branch might gradually become his family business.

Will this arrangement affect the branch's work ethic? Will the hardworking frontline employees feel resentful? And is he the only one doing this, or is everyone doing it?

But since Master has agreed, everything should be fine. If you have anything to say, go talk to her!

Completely shaking off this distracting thought, Tang Ping sat cross-legged and immersed his mind in a deep state of seclusion.

Above the Cultivation Room, the Wind-Thunder Chaos Stele like a pillar supporting the sky. Purple lightning patterns dart and move about on the stele as if they were alive, while cyan wind vortexes swirl endlessly on its sides.

Tang Ping sat calmly beneath the monument, completely concealing his aura. His eyes were lightly closed, and his divine sense, like an invisible net, quietly enveloped the entire Wind-Thunder Chaos Stele. His mind, on the other hand, sank into the Peak Secret Technique known as "Sword Five".

This Sword Five Secret Technique is Peak Secret Technique that combines the rage of Wind-Thunder and thunder with the mysteries of space and time. It is also the key to his seclusion this time: using Wind-Thunder and thunder as a guide and the secret technique as a bridge, he reverses the ethereal yet supreme spatial origin rules.

Within his sea of consciousness, countless sword shadows appeared in response.

Each sword shadow was imbued with the power of Wind-Thunder, slashing horizontally and vertically, or spinning and changing, demonstrating the infinite moves of the Sword Five.

Time passed quietly during cultivation. Whether it was a hundred or a thousand years, a loud bang suddenly came from Tang Ping's sea of consciousness.

The sword shadow, which was originally blurry and could only be roughly outlined, instantly became crystal clear, with the Wind-Thunder patterns on the sword and the trajectory of the power flow clearly visible.

The next moment, Tang Ping felt a dizzying sensation in his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a raging sea of Wind-Thunder.

This is an illusion created by the Wind-Thunder Chaos Stele. Thunderbolts cascade down like waterfalls, and blue gales cut through like sharp blades. Space is constantly twisted and stretched by the collision of these two forces, and countless tiny Space Fragment float and annihilate around him.

Tang Ping allowed his divine sense to flow with the power of wind and Wind-Thunder, neither resisting nor trying to capture it. He simply observed quietly the connection between the Wind-Thunder and thunder and the space.

He discovered that every time lightning exploded, it tore apart the surrounding space, creating tiny spatial cracks. When the wind swept by, it would smooth out these cracks and even cause subtle fluctuations in space.

It turns out that space is not a solid block, but is composed of countless tiny spatial particles. These particles intertwine to form the void that we perceive.

As his understanding deepened, countless mysteries about space surged forth like a tidal wave. He clearly perceived that the Space Origin Law were not a singular existence, but rather composed of countless branches, among which the three most basic and core branches were the most fundamental.

The first branch is Space Strangulation.

Tang Ping could clearly "see" countless spatial particles rapidly converging and rotating under the pull of some force, forming tiny spatial vortexes. These vortexes could generate extreme Strangulation force, and whether it was tangible matter or intangible energy, once trapped in them, it would be Strangulation into the most primitive particles.

The second branch is Teleportation.

Between spaces, there exist countless hidden passages, which are called spatial nodes. As long as one can accurately find these nodes and have enough power to break through the barriers between them, one can achieve instantaneous spatial travel.

The third branch is Space Imprisonment.

When spatial particles cease to flow and their interweaving becomes incredibly tight, an invisible spatial barrier is formed, firmly imprisoning the target in place.

At a certain moment.

"Buzz~"

The primal energy within the entire Cultivation Room suddenly surged!

In the void, a vast, boundless, and unfathomable will slowly descended. It was the will of the Primal Universe, the embodiment of the laws, the heavens!

This will lingered on Tang Ping for a moment, as if scrutinizing him, or perhaps approving of him.

A moment later, a silvery-white mark slowly descended from the void. On the mark were faintly visible stars, emanating a pure aura of spatial origin.

"Tick-tock~"

The Star Mark merged directly into Tang Ping's brow without any obstruction.

The moment the mark entered his body, Tang Ping suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly filled with countless Space Fragment flowing and disappearing, deep and mysterious.

He clearly felt that a wonderful and close connection had been established between himself and this void, and every spatial node and every spatial particle around him was clearly presented in his perception.

With a mere thought, he could manipulate these spatial forces to traverse endless distances and achieve Teleportation.

Tang Ping slowly stood up, the space around him rippled slightly, and a brand new aura emanated from his body, ancient and powerful.

The Time Origin Law and Space Origin Law are acknowledged.

The path to greatness is within reach!

Having successfully gained the recognition of the Space Law, Tang Ping was overjoyed, having achieved a small but significant goal on his path of cultivation. He casually sent an email to his master, informing him that he had passed the law test and successfully gained the recognition of the Origin Law of Time and Space.

However, after waiting for a while, the communication interface remained silent; Master had not replied. Of course, as a top-tier Human Race expert, Master certainly wouldn't be idle all the time.

Since Master is too busy to respond, it's time to reward myself for my hard work in seclusion!

Tang Ping turned and walked out of the Cultivation Room.

As soon as they stepped out of the Cultivation Room, the two figures immediately bowed and knelt down, respectfully performing a ritual of worship.

One of them was Feng Xiaoxiao, who possessed a cultivation Universe Level. Although she was several hundred years old, she still retained a youthful charm. Beside her stood a small Elf about the same size as her, which, mimicking Feng Xiaoxiao, lay obediently on the ground.

"Greetings, Your His Highness!"

Tang Ping, dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, stood tall and straight, one hand behind his back, his tone indifferent. "Didn't I already say that you don't need to perform this kneeling ceremony when you see me in the future?"

Feng Xiaoxiao's body trembled slightly as she slowly raised her head, her gaze involuntarily falling on the special mark between Tang Ping's eyebrows: a small hourglass as the core, with star-like patterns on both sides, and faint Wind-Thunder marks surrounding the outermost edge, as if the long river of time was rushing and the sound of Wind-Thunder was faintly heard.

With just a fleeting glance, Feng Xiaoxiao clearly sensed the power of time and space shifting contained within it. That aura was awe-inspiring and captivating, involuntarily filling her with reverence.

"His Highness, I am so impressed by your demeanor that I have momentarily forgotten your instructions."

Tang Ping's lips curled into a slight smile. He stepped forward, gently took her small hand, and felt its soft warmth. "Alright, get up."

As he spoke, he glanced around and asked curiously, "Where's Big Thunder? Why is there a little guy waiting here instead?"

Holding Tang Ping's warm, large hand, Feng Xiaoxiao's oval face instantly turned bright red, and her voice became even softer. "It was Manager Yaya who said—that His Highness's tastes have recently become more youthful and delicate, so he transferred Sister Thunder away."

If Your His Highness is not satisfied, I will immediately inform Manager Yaya and have her bring Sister Thunder back.

Tang Ping's smile froze instantly, "???"

Slander! This is absolutely blatant slander! Tang Ping has always been honest and upright, with a pure and flawless character, and is a universally acknowledged prodigy of the Human Race!

The thought that Yaya had presumptuously guessed his preferences made Tang Ping furious.

She deserves to be punished! She should be fined double her salary, and then she'll have to worry about not being able to spend all her money!