Time-Space Runes Reflect the Singularity

Virtual Universe, Coin Continent.

Inside the floating palace shrouded in mist.

Lord of Peng Gong's lips twitched after hearing his beloved disciple's outrageous request. But after all, he was the disciple he had cherished for many years. After a moment of contemplation, he logged into the Virtual Universe and contacted the renowned Lord of Nine Serenities.

As top-tier combatants standing at the pinnacle of the Primal Universe, they naturally share some connections. Moreover, most of these aloof and neutral powerhouses possess anonymous Virtual Universe accounts.

The years of cultivation are long, and occasionally one needs to find a place to relax. The Human Race's Virtual Universe is the most realistic of all races, making it the first choice. The Virtual Universe Company has long since added these big shots to its whitelist, and would never be foolish enough to ban their accounts just because it detected Alien Race auras.

After a while.

Lord of Peng Gong's expression turned strange, and he fell into an unusual silence.

Upon seeing this, Wind-Thunder Venerable, who had been waiting for a long time, felt a pang of anxiety and quickly stepped forward to ask with concern, "Master, what's wrong? Does the Lord of Nine Serenities refuse to agree?"

If all else fails, I'll have someone post a bounty on the Ancestral God Religion Sect: a Supreme Treasure in exchange for a drop of the Prince's seawater from the Nine Nether Sea Secret Realm. With such a generous reward, surely there will be brave men to help!

Upon hearing this, Lord of Peng Gong scoffed and shook his head. "Trading a Supreme Treasure for a drop of seawater is indeed something many people would rush to do. But you must understand, no one can actually accomplish this."

"Why?" Wind-Thunder Venerable asked, puzzled. "Could it be that the Lord of Nine Serenities has nothing better to do than keep an eye on this vast secret realm with his divine sense every single moment?"

Are there really such powerful individuals with so much free time in the world?

Lord of Peng Gong sighed, his tone full of emotion. "The information your disciple obtained was absolutely true. That boastful online friend he met in the Virtual Universe might actually be the Old Ancestor God Cang, one of the Three Ancestor Gods of the Ancestral God Religion!"

"Do you know? That Nine Nether Sea, spanning twelve light-years, is not a secret realm at all: it is the divine body of the Lord of Nine Serenities!"

"You want to take seawater? It's like drilling a hole in someone's sacred body and jumping around on it. Do you think he'll notice?"

"Huh?!" Wind-Thunder Venerable was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Twelve light years of divine body!

What does this mean?

It should be understood that ordinary Immortal God, whose divine bodies reach hundreds of thousands of kilometers in length, are already terrifying behemoths. Burning Divine Body during battle can result in a surge in combat power; even exchanging divine bodies for divine bodies is considered a huge gain.

Twelve light-years?

With such a terrifyingly unimaginable rate of recovery, it probably wouldn't be burned out even if it burned from now until the end of the Primal Universe!

"Then, Master, what about the promise I made to my disciple?" Wind-Thunder Venerable panicked instantly, rubbing his hands together. "How about you speak with the Lord of Nine Serenities again? I'll exchange it for Supreme Treasure! If one isn't enough, then two will do; if two aren't enough—ten will do!"

The Supreme Treasure thing is a small matter; saving face is a huge deal!

If her apprentice found out she couldn't keep the promises she made, where would she, as the master, put her face?

Lord of Peng Gong couldn't help but chuckle, "You're really willing to go to great lengths for your disciple. Don't worry, with me involved, he'll still give you face. The Lord of Nine Serenities has already agreed to a mere drop of blood from a World Lord Rank offspring."

Wind-Thunder Venerable breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Lord of Peng Gong change the subject. "However, he has two conditions."

First, we must strictly guard the secret that the Nine Nether Sea is the source of his divine body; it must never be revealed. Second—"

He paused, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "After hearing about your disciple's Tiantian, the Lord of Nine Serenities specifically requested that your disciple owe him a favor. In the future, as long as it doesn't involve life or death, or violate the interests of the clan, your disciple must unconditionally do him a favor."

"No problem!" Wind-Thunder Venerable waved his hand without hesitation, "It's just a favor, right? I'll agree on his behalf!"

In her view, promises were the most worthless thing in the world.

Lord of Peng Gong shook his head helplessly. "Alright, go back and wait. I'll have someone go to the Ancestral God Religion to get the blood."

After seeing Wind-Thunder Venerable off, Lord of Peng Gong stroked his chin. He immediately contacted the Chaos City Lord. As soon as the call connected, he couldn't wait to shout, his voice full of excitement. "Chaos! Chaos! Hurry up! There's going to be a big show!"

The Old Ancestor God Cang of the Ancestral God Religion boasted so much in the Virtual Universe that he revealed the secret of the Lord of Nine Serenities! Upon learning this, the Lord of Nine Serenities was furious and reportedly about to storm the Ancestral God Religion Sect to settle accounts with the Old Ancestor God Cang!

Hehehe~

Chaos City Lord:???

On Purple Lightning Cliff, fierce winds howled and lightning bolts streaked wildly.

Tang Ping rubbed his hands together, his eyes filled with anticipation as he stared at the petite figure before him.

After a while.

Wind-Thunder Venerable withdrew his consciousness from the Virtual Universe, turned around, and swept his gaze across the endless, churning storm at the edge of the sky. His tone carried a hint of arrogance. "What? With me personally taking action, obtaining a mere drop of a World Lord's blood for you is naturally a piece of cake, a matter of course. Do you still need to worry about this?"

"With Master involved, there's no chance of failure!" Tang Ping's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Then, Master, when can I begin to nurture my clone?"

"What's the rush?" Wind-Thunder Venerable rolled his eyes at him. "Although with my intervention, the Lord of Nine Serenities is willing to give me some face, he is, after all, one of the strongest beings in the Primal Universe."

Besides, what he gave away wasn't some ordinary treasure tossed aside casually; it was the blood of his own flesh and blood, the very flesh of his own flesh. Having received such a favor, he had to give something in return.

Tang Ping was taken aback upon hearing this. He stroked his chin and said in a smug tone, "What do you mean by 'in exchange'? Could it be that the Lord of Nine Serenities was suddenly captivated by my handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament and wants to take me as his disciple? Should I agree with humility, or accept it readily?"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp rap on the forehead landed squarely on his forehead.

Tang Ping winced in pain and quickly covered his forehead.

Wind-Thunder Venerable, her pretty face flushed with anger, stood with her hands on her hips and roared, "You little bastard! How dare you scheme to have someone steal your partner right in front of me? I'll beat the shit out of you today, or I'll say you don't eat enough!"

Tang Ping reacted extremely quickly, instantly Teleportation behind his master and shaking his head vigorously. "Master, I was wrong! I won't say those things in front of you next time!"

"There's going to be a next time?!" Wind-Thunder Venerable laughed angrily, his small, pretty face full of fierce expression. "You brat, stop right there! Today I'm going to clean house!"

"Hehe, Master, calm down!" Tang Ping spread his Wind-Thunder Wings, and with a flap of his pale gold and silver-purple wings, he transformed into a blurry figure, rapidly appearing in the small space of Purple Lightning Cliff. "You can't possibly stop your disciple from pursuing a better life!"

Wind-Thunder Venerable's Teleportation speed was far faster and farther than Tang Ping's, but the boy's Wind-Thunder Wings had a strange quality. Each time Teleportation, the special Wind-Thunder Fusion Law, combined with a trace of the Time Law, could suppress spatial fluctuations to an extremely weak level. If you weren't careful, you couldn't catch his trace at all.

The two, one human and one apprentice, played a game of cat and mouse on the storm-swept Purple Lightning Cliff.

Until...

Wind-Thunder Venerable pointed his jade finger into the air and coldly shouted, "Time Freeze!"

Buzz!

A vast and ancient power of law suddenly spread out.

In an instant, the entire Wind-Thunder Secret Realm seemed to be paused. The howling storm froze in mid-air, the chaotic lightning arcs stopped pulsating, and even the Wind and Thunder Laws in the air completely stopped flowing.

Just as Tang Ping had flashed to a great distance, a smug smile still on his face, he suddenly froze, his expression instantly turning to one of utter despair, as if he were doomed.

I was careless!

A moment later.

Wind-Thunder Venerable strode up to him, grabbed Tang Ping by the back of the neck like a chick, his eyebrows furrowed, and said fiercely, "What, you've grown wings and dare to jump around in front of me? Let me tell you, as long as I live, you'll always be a spoiled brat!"

Tang Ping quickly put on a pained expression and admitted his mistake, "Master! This disciple was wrong! My cultivation level has been breaking through too quickly lately, and I've become a bit arrogant! It's thanks to Master's wake-up call that this disciple has been pulled back from the wrong path!"

In truth, I have always admired Master's character the most, and have always taken you as my role model, observing your words and deeds every day to understand their profound meaning! I examine myself three times a day, just so that I can understand a little more of Master's supreme spirit!

Previously, I always thought I knew Master very well, but now I realize I was wrong! Terribly wrong! Utterly wrong!

Only today have I truly witnessed how noble you are, Master! Compared to those other so-called strongmen, you are like the blazing sun in the heavens, shining brightly and illuminating all living beings!

Master's move today has truly cleansed my soul! I, Tang Ping, hereby swear that I will follow Master to the death and never betray him!

Wind-Thunder Venerable smirked and released his grip with a hint of annoyance. "You brat, you're the kind of person who'll climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles if you don't discipline him for three days. In your Earthly terms, you just need to be taught a lesson."

"Alright, I still have some matters to attend to. You can stay here in this secret realm by yourself. I've already placed the clone Supreme Treasure in the secret realm's treasury; go and retrieve it yourself. The Nether Sea Water, which is at the World Lord Rank, will also be delivered in a few days."

"Now that you have gained the recognition of the Origin Law of Time and Space, once your clone is successfully formed, try to achieve immortality as soon as possible."

"Oh, right," Wind-Thunder Venerable added, as if remembering something, "That Lord of Nine Serenities wants you to owe him a favor. In the future, when you become Venerable, or even the Universe Master, he might ask you to do something for him."

You can do it whenever you want, without any worries.

She looked at Tang Ping and said slowly, "In this dog-eat-dog world, remember: only by living can you have everything."

"Yes, sir!" Tang Ping immediately straightened his back and answered loudly, his tone full of "loyalty."

Why are you shouting so loudly?

Wind-Thunder Venerable rubbed his ears, glared at him, and vanished into the Wind-Thunder of Purple Lightning Cliff in a flash.

Six months later.

The Wind-Thunder Secret Realm, the third floor of the God-Suppressing Tower, the No. 1 Cultivation Room.

In the vast and empty Cultivation Room, a World Lord Core, the "Singularity," floats suspended.

Unlike the ordinary Singularity of world lords, which are dull and lack luster, this Singularity has a surface that Flowing Light, and countless mysterious runes flow as if they were alive, weaving together into strange patterns of hourglasses, rings, and surging Wind-Thunder.

Each line radiates a powerful aura originating from the Laws of Origin.

The mere fact that this Singularity was quietly suspended caused the surrounding void to seem unable to bear the weight, ripples and folds appearing as if it were carrying an immense weight.

The vast Cultivation Room was already completely filled with World Lord Rank Cloud-Touching Vine. The dark green vines clung to every wall, layer upon layer, enveloping the Singularity and forming an impenetrable natural barrier.

In addition, all the top-level protective and shielding equipment in the Cultivation Room was activated, and a light blue Energy Shield enveloped the area, isolating all external interference.

Within the World Lord World.

Tang Ping hovered high in the sky, looking down at the vast world below, spanning nearly ten million miles. The mountains were majestic, the lakes were crystal clear, the grasslands were expansive, and the Iceberg stood tall, but they lacked the breath of life and were completely desolate.

Logically speaking, most realm lords would cultivate various unique life forms within their own worlds to run businesses and earn cultivation resources. Just like the Elf born in the Wind-Thunder Secret Realm, many of them would go to work for other realm lords or immortal God Kingdom, taking care of plants and animals that specialize in wind and thunder.

But Tang Ping refused.

When his cultivation level was low, he had to work hard to earn resources; now he is a top genius of the Human Race, with his master, Wind-Thunder Venerable, backing him up. If he needs money, he can just ask his master for it.

Justified and confident!

After a moment of reflection, Tang Ping didn't delay any longer. With a thought, the two Supreme Treasure appeared before him.

First, there is the "Thousand Illusion Jade Soul". This Supreme Treasure is shaped like a piece of seven-colored amber, only the size of a palm, completely translucent, and flowing with a dreamlike luster. It is a supreme wonder that can nurture clones.

Secondly, there was a mass of blood the size of a washbasin. The blood mass floated in mid-air, constantly churning and surging, and a strong stench of blood permeated the air.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Ping moved his mind and manipulated the ball of blood to slowly drift towards the Thousand Illusion Jade Soul, precisely landing it into the seven-colored amber.

"Doppelganger, gestate!"

The next moment, the Thousand Illusion Jade Soul instantly transformed into a stream of Flowing Light, shooting straight towards the core area of World Lord World, and steadily hovering in the center of heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the entire World Lord World trembled violently, as if a cataclysmic change had occurred, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

Endless World Force surged forth from the mountains, lakes, and the depths of the earth, like a rushing river, converging towards the Blood Sea at the core of the world.

Under the immense World Force, the seawater of the Blood Sea instantly transformed into a sky full of crimson mist, dissipating into the void. Only the most core and purest essence of life remained, firmly enveloped by the boundless World Force, beginning a difficult process of gestation.

High in the sky, a golden sphere of light quietly condensed, radiating a warm and pure life force—the initial form of the clone's formation.

As the gestation process officially began, Tang Ping's consciousness instantly captured crucial information: the gestation of this clone would take over a thousand years!

The stronger the foundation of World Lord World, the easier it is to create an avatar; conversely, the stronger the potential of the life form created, the longer it takes.

Expect!