A Ten-Thousand-Year Pact

The Initial Universe, above the Nether Sea.

Tang Ping twirled a wisp of Divine Power between his fingertips, his mind reverberating with the magnificent image of countless clones spreading out, his heart churning.

Despite his excitement, he quickly calmed down.

That bonus soul technique, though seemingly foolproof, might still be countered by a true master of the soul. If one were to rely on the sheer number of clones to run rampant and attract the attention of those old monsters, they would have nowhere to turn for help.

However, sending one or two clones to secretly infiltrate the headquarters of the Cosmic Galaxy Bank to "train" his son and his good brothers is not a problem.

After all, that's our Grandmaster's territory; who would dare to provoke him?

Moreover, the order clearly stated that not only were the three children on the verge of collapse, but even his good friend Liu Hui was at his limit.

Thinking about it carefully, this is actually quite normal. They are just ordinary people among the masses, and their talents are not particularly amazing.

Even with the rare and precious materials provided by Tang Ping to cleanse his marrow and improve his physical constitution, he still lacked the willpower to defy fate and combat the ever-present negative emotions of laziness and pessimism.

Although we all originated from Earth, what about Earthling? The minds of the vast majority of people are only slightly more resilient than those of ordinary races.

If everyone possessed an unyielding Dao heart, Earth would likely have been chosen by the Founder of the Giant Axe or the Chaos City Lord long ago and incorporated into the core territory of the Human Race. Why would it remain unknown to this day?

With this in mind, Tang Ping no longer hesitated.

Above the Nether Sea, a raging torrent of Divine Power suddenly surged forth. The obscure and profound Creation Secret Technique flowed in his palm, and strands of primordial power began to condense and take shape, outlining an avatar that belonged to him.

This ability to create clones is far more difficult than imagined.

To completely eliminate the risk of Soul Enslavement, Tang Ping went to great lengths. In addition to practicing the soul secrets of Venerable Kandri, he added an extra layer of protection by setting a threshold deep within his sea of consciousness to specifically identify invading soul power.

Regardless of whether the opponent's soul power is "beyond the Marquis Rank" in quality or "close to the Marquis Rank" in quantity, as long as one of the conditions is met, the clone will not hesitate to self-destruct.

Such a ruthless setup would be something no other powerful King Rank would dare to do, even if they were beaten to death.

It should be understood that even losing just one-tenth of one's divine body requires consuming a vast amount of rare and precious materials, or sitting in meditation for hundreds of millions of years to slowly recover. But for Tang Ping, Divine Power is simply inexhaustible.

It's just a clone about a kilometer in size; this amount of energy consumption isn't even a fraction of what his Nether Sea Clone consumes in a day.

No problem!

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

High above the Nether Sea, the clouds of Divine Power slowly dissipated.

Tang Ping gazed at the figure before him that was exactly like himself, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

A divine body spanning one kilometer, Divine Power foundation ten thousand times that of Peak World Lord Rank, a gene amplification five hundred times, coupled with the Law Comprehension of Peak King, and his ultimate secret technique—with such a configuration, even without Heavy Treasure, he would be able to roam freely in the Immortal Realm, practically invincible!

"Very good."

Tang Ping muttered to himself, "If I refine one more, I can go and join my son and good brothers, sharing their joys but not their sorrows!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The surrounding spacetime suddenly distorted, as if an invisible hand had forcibly torn apart the spatial barrier. The next moment, Tang Ping felt the scene before him change, and when he looked again, he found himself in a magnificent and imposing mansion.

Chaos Ruins, City Lord's Mansion!

Tang Ping's pupils suddenly contracted, and he bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Chaos City Lord!"

High in the sky, a figure with overwhelming killing intent slowly emerged. It was the Chaos City Lord's Slaughter Clone. At this moment, a rare hint of surprise flashed across his deep eyes. "You have actually mastered all three branches of the Origin Law of Time and Space?!"

This time, he was truly shocked.

It's important to know that Tang Ping had been cultivating in Chaos City the whole time. He had only studied the Wind-Thunder Chaos Stele a few times, perused his own handwritten <Essays on Space-Time> a few more times, and occasionally researched the secret runes of the universe—

Right under his nose, in just over two thousand years, he mastered the other two most difficult branches of the Superior Origin Law!

Is this reasonable?

The Chaos City Lord couldn't help but ask himself. How much time had he wasted back then? It seemed like—a full million years, right?

Could it be that his own "Essays on Space-Time" are really that extraordinary? How come he himself doesn't know this?

"Exactly," Tang Ping replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The Chaos City Lord remained silent for a moment, then suddenly asked curiously, "How long do you think it will take before you fuse the three branches and completely comprehend a Superior Origin Law?"

Tang Ping frowned, pondered for a moment, and gave a conservative answer, "It could take several thousand years at the fastest, or ten thousand years at the slowest."

"Oh? So confident?" The Chaos City Lord smiled smirkly. "Do you know that those at the Peak King- Chaos City and those Invincible Kings, who are stuck at the last step in Chaos City, were all exceptionally talented in their youth? But now, they have wasted billions of years and still haven't made any progress!"

Tang Ping raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked in return, "Do they have my talent?"

The Chaos City Lord was taken aback.

It seems... there really isn't.

This kid comprehends the laws with the speed that's as easy as drinking water or eating; he never encounters any significant bottlenecks from beginning to end.

Upon thinking of this, the Chaos City Lord suddenly became interested and slowly said, "I see you are cultivating the Clone Secret Technique of Kandri. To be honest, this is somewhat counterproductive. Once you become Venerable, you will have endless years to indulge in unorthodox methods. Now is your period of advancement, you should focus on your studies."

He changed the subject, his tone slightly playful. "How about we make a bet?"

A glint of light flashed in Tang Ping's eyes. "What does the city lord want to bet on?"

The Chaos City Lord smiled slightly and said loudly, "Since you are so confident that you can comprehend a superior law within ten thousand years, then the bet is on this matter. I will now give the order to provide you with all the treasures you need to expand your divine body, helping you cultivate your divine body to the limit of your current realm."

"If you can comprehend the higher laws within ten thousand years, these treasures will be a gift from me, and I will also give you three additional defensive Heavy Treasure to protect the soul of your clone."

"Of course, if you fail to do so—the previous promise still stands, and your divine body will be fully restored as long as you break through to the Venerable realm. However, if you spend tens of millions of epochs and still fail to reach the Venerable position, then you will have to serve your clan and repay the cost of these treasures."

This bet, seemingly fair, is actually a sure win for the Chaos City Lord.

After all, if the divine body can be expanded to its limit at the Immortal Realm, the resources that the clan needs to spend on expanding the divine body for Tang Ping when he breaks through to the Venerable can be greatly reduced.

As for those three Heavy Treasure, they were insignificant to him. The Primitive Star would open in 80,000 years, and he could easily pick them up then.

Even if Tang Ping ultimately fails to break through to the Venerable, it's by no means a bad thing.

This kid's comprehension of secret techniques is simply Extreme Point. He can even master a supreme technique like the <Kandri Clone Secret Technique> so quickly. With his divine body spanning eighty million kilometers, if he were to truly create tens of thousands of Invincible Kings, wouldn't the Human Race be unstoppable on the Outer Battlefield?

No matter how you calculate it, the ethnic group is not at a disadvantage.

Tang Ping's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly asked, "What if I could comprehend a superior law within ten thousand years?"

Upon hearing this, the Chaos City Lord chuckled and gently shook his head.

They're still young, too naive to know their own limitations.

But he patiently spoke slowly, "If you succeed in your cultivation within ten thousand years, I will give you ten powerful soul defense Heavy Treasure."

He paused, then offered an even more enticing reward: "If you can achieve this within three thousand years, I will bestow upon you three Soul Defense Supreme Treasure!"

"Thank you, City Lord!" Tang Ping looked up abruptly, his face beaming with joy.

"It's a deal! The resources to help you expand your body will be sent later, keep it up!" The Chaos City Lord laughed loudly, and with a wave of his hand, space and time shifted. Tang Ping felt a blur before his eyes and was already back on the Nether Sea.

In the Chaos Ruins, the Chaos City Lord suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

Being young is wonderful.