Millennium of Enlightenment: Mastering the Might of Space-Time Imprisonment

The Solar System, Platinum Temple.

Fang Shu led a hundred of the top-ranked girls into the Divine Temple that floated at the core of the Solar System.

The palace was so empty it made one's heart tighten; the dome was so high that its top was invisible.

The girls all changed into their favorite outfits: colorful dresses with Alien Race flair, sweet and innocent school uniforms, cute and charming tutu skirts, sexy tank tops that accentuated their figures, and even smart and capable business suits.

A myriad of figures moved step by step in the deathly silent Divine Temple, the rustling of their skirts becoming the only embellishment.

"Tap, tap, tap----"

The sound of footsteps was amplified in the empty space, making everyone uneasy. Recalling the Luo Family's earlier statement that "there will be huge compensation in case of accidental death," the girls' hearts were in their throats.

Could that King Anle be a blue-faced, fanged cannibalistic demon? Or a space monster with countless tentacles?

Panic gripped her like vines, and finally, a girl in a pink Lolita dress could no longer hold on. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud. Her desperate cries ripped through the Divine Temple's silence. "I don't want to stay here! I want to go home!"

The girl next to her instinctively took a half step back, and a faint, fishy smell wafted to her nose. The girl was so frightened that she lost control of her bladder.

The next second, a faint ripple spread through the void, and the girl vanished into thin air before she could even finish her sobs, as if she had never been there. This scene sent chills down the spines of the remaining girls, sending a cold shiver down their spines. Suppressed gasps rose from the crowd, and panic gripped them.

But now that they were already here, and with their leader Fang Shu walking calmly at the front, they could only grit their teeth and quicken their pace to catch up, afraid of being left behind.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a blurry figure finally appeared ahead.

Fang Shu paused, then abruptly knelt down, her voice respectful. "Fang Shu greets King Anle!"

"Greetings, King Anle!"

Ninety-nine girls awoke as if from a dream, and hurriedly knelt down, imitating ancient Earthly rituals, gently pressing their foreheads to the cold ground, their movements filled with fear and awe.

In the crowd, a young woman in a cheongsam couldn't help but secretly glance up.

She only caught a glimpse of a dark figure, too fast to make out the face, but those eyes captivated her completely.

Deep within those pupils, it seemed as if an entire galaxy was contained, with all living beings floating and sinking within it. The gaze was calm and undisturbed, yet it was like the sharpest sword, capable of piercing through all the pretenses in people's hearts.

Her meticulously applied makeup, her deliberately seductive posture, and even the little scheme in her bones to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy—all of this was laid bare before those eyes, as if she were standing naked before them.

And those eyes were now quietly fixed on her.

The girl trembled, buried her head even deeper, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, and she didn't dare to breathe.

Tang Ping watched this scene with great interest, his gaze lingering on Fang Shu for a moment.

This girl is the same high school student who mustered up the courage to confess her feelings to him a thousand years ago. Back then, he casually made a suggestion to the Luo Family, asking them to nurture her well. Unexpectedly, in just a thousand years, she actually broke through to the Universe Level and became a capable manager in the Luo Family.

It's a pity; his heart and mind are too Pingping.

His gaze swept over the group of trembling girls below.

Online, they are goddesses with millions of fans, fairies worshipped by countless men, whose signatures...

A single reply could send his suitors into a frenzy. But now, these women, once idolized, are bowing and scraping before him, as humble as a pack of begging kittens.

That's interesting.

When Fang Shu suggested that the girls wear uniform dresses to the audience, he flatly refused.

Those who have been through it all know that once the glamorous clothes are removed, most so-called goddesses look the same. It is only when they are dressed that they can bring out a myriad of charms. Now, this gathering of such vibrant and colorful beauties adds a touch of lively charm to this otherwise austere Platinum Temple.

"Get up, all of you."

Tang Ping's voice, tinged with a hint of languor, slowly echoed in the hall, "Fang Shu, I've already spoken to the Luo Family. From now on, you'll stay in this Platinum Temple as Divine Temple manager. You'll be responsible for teaching these people their daily cleaning, shift schedules, and the rules of service."

He paused, then added, "The cultivation resources I promised to give them for breaking through to the Universe Level have already been sent to the outer storeroom. You're in charge of registering and distributing them. If you do well, I can give you a chance to attempt to reach the Domain Lord level in a thousand or ten thousand years."

Fang Shu looked up abruptly, her eyes gleaming with disbelief. She kowtowed again, her voice trembling slightly with emotion, "Thank you for your grace, Your Excellency!"

"Alright, all of you may leave." Tang Ping waved his hand casually. "This Divine Temple is quite deserted now. If you need anything, just contact my Smart Assistant, Little Love, and she will help you obtain it."

Little Love will let you know when she needs you to come in and serve her. Your job is to be ready at all times.

The girls reacted in different ways upon hearing this.

Some people secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out they weren't going to have to endure any terrible torture right away. Others were overjoyed. Universe Level cultivation resources were an opportunity that even the elite scions of the Milky Way Galaxy would fight over. They had indeed made the right bet. Still others, with their restless minds, looked at the figure in black and felt a deep sense of loss.

Although they had only caught a fleeting glimpse and couldn't see his full face, the languid yet imposing and domineering presence, along with the vaguely discernible handsome features, were more dazzling than any man they had ever seen in their lives.

To be favored by this powerful King Rank —even just to be glanced at by such a great figure, or even just to think about it—would send shivers down one's spine.

Tang Ping suddenly wrinkled his nose, flicked his fingertips, and an invisible gust of wind swept through, completely washing away the lingering fishy smell in the hall.

These girls are wicked; they're all after his body.

Tsk, boys really need to take good care of themselves when they're out in the world.

The days that followed were surprisingly uneventful.

Day after day, year after year.

Tang Ping spends most of his time in seclusion, focusing on absorbing Xueluo Crystal to increase his Gene Multiplier, or comprehending the obscure Space-Time Laws.

Occasionally, when he came out of seclusion and felt bored, he would have Little Love summon the young girls to come in, where they would sing and dance, prepare tea and food, or serve him while he bathed.

When the mood strikes, one naturally won't hold back.

However, his seclusion could last for decades or even centuries.

According to the initially set twenty-year term, he would only emerge from seclusion once before the term of these girls was over, and they would hurriedly leave with the cultivation resources.

Tang Ping clicked his tongue, feeling somewhat cheated.

Although he was not short of money, he did not like such waste. So he simply waved his hand and changed the term of the maids from twenty years to two hundred years.

Anyway, once they break through to the Universe Level, their lifespan will be as long as 100,000 years. Two hundred years is just a blink of an eye for them, so it's not a loss.

The Luo Family, however, unexpectedly discovered that this beauty pageant could greatly boost the economy and consumption in the Milky Way Galaxy. So they simply made the pageant a regular event held every twenty years.

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.

Deep within the Platinum Temple the Solar System, Tang Ping's true form sat cross-legged in meditation, surrounded by streaks of crimson Flowing Light. That was the power of the Xueluo Crystal, each strand refining his physical genes, causing his Gene Multiplier to steadily increase silently.

In the Initial Universe, his Nether Sea Clone resided year-round in that exclusive space for enlightenment.

Most of the time, the clone was immersed in the profound Daoist charm of the Wind-Thunder Chaos Stele, deducing the mysteries of the <Wind and Thunder Notes> over and over again.

Until one moment of utter boredom, he suddenly looked up and gazed at the peculiar "sky" above him.

That was a manifestation of the Universe Origin Laws.

Here, there is no rotation of the sun and moon, no twinkling of stars, only countless chains of laws of varying thickness crisscrossing and piercing through heaven and earth. Some chains are as fiery as fire, scorching the void with crackling sounds; others are as warm as water, flowing and creating gentle ripples.

Among these myriad laws, the most obscure and profound are the two intertwined chains that are inseparable from each other: one is silver-gray like frost, and the other is as black as an abyss. These are the very essence of the Origin Law of Time and Space.

Previously, Tang Ping had already Mastery of Time and Space: spatial jump and Time Acceleration.

At this moment, his target is two other core branches deep within the Space-Time Laws: Time Stasis and Space Imprisonment.

The gaze of the Nether Sea Clone first fell on the silver-gray chain.

The Daoist rhythm of Time Stasis is completely different from the rushing of Time Acceleration. It carries an ultimate sense of "stagnation", like ice that never melts. No matter how the surrounding torrent of laws surges, it remains unmoved and Yongheng frozen.

Tang Ping carefully separated a wisp of his divine soul and gently touched it.

In an instant, an indescribable sense of stagnation swept over his entire body like a tidal wave. His thoughts seemed to freeze, his breath seemed to solidify, and the divine Divine Power surging within him was gripped by an invisible force, unable to flow even slightly.

Deep within his soul, a piercing pain, as if on the verge of shattering, emanated from him, as if his consciousness would completely dissipate into this extreme stillness in the next second.

"I see----"

His soul trembled with difficulty amidst excruciating pain and stagnation, yet Tang Ping grasped a fleeting profound truth: "The essence of time is its flow," and the Time Stasis is the forceful severing of the flow within a region using the power of its own laws, freezing all things in a moment.

However, the consumption of this power was far more terrifying than he had imagined. In just the instant his divine soul touched it, the Divine Power within his body poured out like a river bursting its banks.

Fortunately, his Nether Sea Clone has no shortage of boundless divine Divine Power.

He tried again and again, failing time and time again.

The soul was crushed inch by inch under the crushing force of the laws, and then reassembled under the powerful regenerative ability of the Nether Sea Clone; the physical body was frozen by the power of stillness, turning into an ice sculpture, and then shattered under the impact of Divine Power, before reforming.

I don't know how much time passed.

It may be a fleeting moment, or it may be a long, distant millennium.

When the Nether Sea Clone activated the secret technique again, a faint silver-gray light swirling around its fingertips, it gently tapped the void in front of it.

Buzz!

The ever-flowing patterns of Wind-Thunder suddenly froze. Dust suspended in mid-air stopped in its descent trajectory; the lightning leaping on the Divine Power Ocean solidified into still spots of light; even the ripples rippling in the void stopped at the very peak of their movement.

Time stood still completely in this area.

Time Stasis; it was done.

Tang Ping slowly opened his eyes, a hint of weariness flashing in them, yet they were filled with joy.

After emerging from seclusion, he did not rush to challenge the next law, but instead, for once, he acted as a refined scholar.

In the courtyard of the Platinum Temple, one can brew tea, savor fresh pears, and occasionally tease the maids, asking them about their senior's recent situation.

Once his mind had completely settled, he once again immersed his soul in the laws of the Initial Universe, his gaze fixed on the inky black Space Imprisonment chains.

If Time Stasis means making everything "stand still," then Space Imprisonment means cutting off all possibilities of "escape."

The jet-black chain was covered with countless spatial nodes, each a microcosm of a spatial barrier, indestructible.

Tang Ping's soul probed into it and felt as if he had been thrown into an endless prison, surrounded by thick walls on all sides. No matter how he urged the power of Wind-Thunder and thunder to crash into it, he could not shake it in the slightest, and he could not even pry open a crack.

"The essence of space is containment and extension"—Tang Ping's soul quietly comprehended this within the cage. "And confinement is the severing of extension, the sealing off of containment, and the complete isolation of an area from the world."

Instead of Tu Man break the deadlock by brute force, he used the Wind-Thunder Secret Technique as a guide, transforming the power of Wind-Thunder in the Chaos Monument into countless hair-thin probes, which he carefully inserted into the chains of the Space Imprisonment.

What he needs to do is not to destroy, but to understand.

Understand the arrangement patterns of those spatial nodes, understand the construction methods of spatial barriers, and understand how to use one's own laws as a guide to weave an airtight cage.

At this moment, the power of the Universe Origin Laws displayed unparalleled might. Like a patient and guiding mentor, it gradually imprinted the core mysteries of Space Imprisonment into the depths of Tang Ping's soul, bringing him sudden enlightenment.

Tang Ping began to learn how to mobilize his own Space-Time Laws, outlining one spatial node after another around himself.

Once, twice—hundreds, thousands—

The failed spatial node shattered with a deafening roar, and the resulting spatial turbulence tore a part of his divine body apart time and time again, but he never gave up and continued after replenishing his Divine Power.

Finally, after countless attempts, those spatial nodes were perfectly connected, forming a spatial cage that covered an area of ten meters in radius.

Buzz!

The void suddenly collapsed for a moment.

In this confined area, light cannot penetrate and energy cannot escape. Even a full-force attack from a Universe Level powerhouse would only crash into the barrier, creating a ripple, but it would not be able to shake it in the slightest.

"Space Imprisonment, accomplished!"

Tang Ping suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips shimmering with a mixture of silver and black light, and gently swept it forward.

In an instant, the area within a hundred meters of him fell into complete silence.

Time Stasis, halting the flow of everything; Space Imprisonment, blocking all fluctuations. The core branches of the two Space-Time Laws were perfectly merged in his hands, transforming into an impenetrable domain.

Only then did he truly and completely grasp the power to Time Stasis and Space Imprisonment.

Time flies like water, never to return.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have quietly passed.

On this day, deep within the Platinum Temple, Tang Ping's true form slowly awoke from his state of enlightenment, the light of law emanating from his brow gradually fading. With a thought, a pale blue panel appeared before his eyes:

[Realm: King Rank] (62%)

[Willpower: King Rank] (99%)

[Laws: Wind Laws (100%), Thunder Laws (100%), Time Law (62.31%), Space Law (62.21%)]

[Secret Technique: Wind-Thunder Brief Notes (64.11%)]

[Weapon: Sword Eight (20%)]

[Lifespan: 7593/∞]

[Golden Beast God Bloodline Fusion (150.11/10081)]

[Divine Power Path: (300/10081)]

[God Kingdom: 15 million square kilometers]

This millennium-long retreat has yielded far more results than expected.

In terms of comprehending the laws, he mastered the two core branches of the Origin Law of Time and Space in one fell swoop; the Gene Multiplier of his true form was also increased to 150 times with the help of the Xueluo Crystal;

What delighted him most was that the Divine Power Path had finally advanced to a terrifying level 30.

This means that, if he so desires, he could even spend a long time creating a powerful race with a Gene Multiplier of 300 times!

300 times the genetic potential!

It should be noted that even the most ordinary Immortal God is only a hundred times stronger than a Peak World Lord Rank.

Of course, Tang Ping didn't have the time to create a race. But this 300-fold Divine Power Path also increased the Gene Multiplier of the clones that split off from the Nether Sea by 300 times, and the divine body was increased to a terrifying height of 100,000 kilometers.

With a massive body spanning 100,000 kilometers, Gene Multiplier of 300, and the strength of King Level, if such an avatar were to self-destruct, its power would be so terrifying that even ordinary Venerable would have to retreat and dare not confront it head-on!

Terrifying!

Thinking of this, Tang Ping's lips curled into a smirk. Looking across the Milky Way Galaxy, how many could truly rival him?

It's time to reward myself after working so hard!