The Space-Time Path Inheritance

After Feng Hui left, the two teachers stood facing each other on the smooth, mirror-like training ground.

"Wala, are you serious?"

"The Space-Time Path Inheritance inside Dongdi Tower isn't easy to cultivate."

"Though this inheritance does point straight to the pinnacle, its difficulty is undeniable."

After a moment of silence, Teacher Thunder Eye spoke.

"Of course. I know full well that I'm unlikely to find another student as exceptional as Feng Hui."

"Since he has such talent, as his teacher, I'm willing to give him a hand."

"What are you planning to do?" Teacher Thunder Eye asked.

"I'm going to help him buy the first volume of the Cosmic Scripture. After a few decades of cultivation, he'll have a solid foundation in space and time before the Eastern Domain Tournament."

"The Cosmic Scripture?" Teacher Thunder Eye exclaimed in surprise. "Though it's the best foundational secret art for cultivating both space and time in the Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe, its price is unimaginably high."

"With your authority, you're barely qualified to obtain the most basic first volume."

"But even if you only buy the first volume, you'll probably spend nearly all the Eastern Domain contribution points you've accumulated over the years. Is it worth it, just for one student?"

Teacher Wala smiled. "What does it matter whether it's worth it? I'll be entering the God-Demon Battlefield soon anyway. With my cultivation stalled at a bottleneck, those contribution points won't do me much good."

"Besides, once I enter the battlefield, there's no guarantee I'll make it back alive. If I die with unspent contribution points, wouldn't that be a shame?" Teacher Wala said, trying to sound casual.

"You're investing so much. If that little Feng Hui doesn't perform exceptionally well in the Eastern Domain Tournament, the rewards you get won't come close to making up for it."

"Haha, do you really think I'm putting in all this effort to cultivate him for that little reward from the clan? That was just something I said. Really, I only want to find an heir to carry on my legacy."

Teacher Thunder Eye fell silent.

When Wala returned gravely wounded from the God-Demon Battlefield last time, things had definitely not been as simple as he claimed. It probably had something to do with his Divine Kingdom...

Otherwise, how could a genius like Wala have remained stuck at Peak Marquis for so long without making any progress?

After knowing Wala for so many years, he had long since noticed that something was wrong with him.

Now it seemed that Wala was truly prepared to enter the God-Demon Battlefield with a do-or-die resolve. If he couldn't break through and become a King, then he would die gloriously on the path to becoming a powerhouse. He would never hide in the academy, evading conscription and clinging to life.

Though he and Wala had argued constantly over the years, they were actually old friends who had understood each other for a long time.

Wala and Thunder Eye had once fought side by side in the God-Demon Battlefield. They were comrades who had faced life and death together.

They had confronted calamity time and again, escaping death by a hair each time. Their bond ran deep.

They were beings with incredibly long lifespans. Though they had both earned the chance to break through to become Immortals as Peerless Geniuses at World Lord Level, their old friends and loved ones hadn't qualified to become Immortals. As time flowed on, those friends and loved ones had long since grown old and died...

So neither Wala nor Thunder Eye had any family left. To them, the friends they had fought alongside through one life-or-death battle after another were as good as family.

Teacher Thunder Eye suddenly smiled, his heart at ease.

"Heh, I've been stuck in this lousy academy for so long, teaching these green kids day in and day out. I'm sick of it. I've had enough, too."

"Since you're going to the God-Demon Battlefield, I'll go with you after the Eastern Domain Tournament."

As Wala's friend and comrade through life and death, all he could do was support his decision to go to the God-Demon Battlefield.

At worst, they would die together on the battlefield.

"What are you staring at? Do you think you're the only one, Wala, who isn't afraid of death? That I, Thunder Eye, am a coward hiding in the academy because I don't dare go to the battlefield?"

Teacher Wala looked at Teacher Thunder Eye for a while but said nothing. He simply reached out and patted Thunder Eye on the shoulder.

Then he raised his head and gazed calmly at the sky, saying nothing more.

Feng Hui, this is all your teacher can do for you.

A fledgling must take to the sky, spread its wings, and soar through the blue heavens.

How far you go from here is up to you.

"What is this?"

Feng Hui stared at the enormous, block-shaped metal book Teacher Wala had set down in front of him, baffled.

It was a book—or more accurately, a metal book. Even its pages were made of golden metal, gleaming brightly.

It was about five meters long, four meters wide, and four meters tall.

It looked like a small, magnificent golden metal mountain, radiating an imposing and mysterious aura.

If Feng Hui's Dongdi Clan clone weren't already a little dragonman over ten meters tall, he would have had a hard time even looking through the book.

"This is the foundational secret art for cultivating space and time, the Cosmic Scripture, which I bought for you. It's perfectly suited to the Space-Time Path Inheritance inside Dongdi Tower."

"Since you're cultivating both space and time, this secret art will help you tremendously."

Teacher Wala explained.

"There are fewer than eighty-eight years left until the Eastern Domain Tournament. You should spend the time ahead cultivating the Cosmic Scripture."

"Though this is only the basic first volume, and it's just a reprinted copy, it'll still be enough to keep you cultivating until the Eastern Domain Tournament."

"With the Cosmic Scripture, you'll have a much better chance of obtaining the Space-Time Path Inheritance when the time comes."

Feng Hui replied respectfully, "Thank you, teacher!"

His heart stirred with excitement. He lowered his head and looked at the cover. Four simple Dongdi Clan characters were inscribed on it: Cosmic Scripture.

The four simple characters seemed to contain the universe and the stars, the flow of time, and all the mysteries of space and time.

Just looking at them made Feng Hui feel as if his consciousness were being drawn in. In a daze, he seemed to see stars exploding, celestial bodies evolving, black holes forming, and the universe collapsing.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Feng Hui couldn't help marveling. He wondered what kind of powerhouse had written this work. Even a reprinted copy could affect his consciousness, making him feel as though he had seen the evolution of space and time and the mysteries of the universe.

He opened the metal cover. A passage was written on the title page.

As Feng Hui looked at the simple lines of text, an imposing, domineering, confident, and proud voice seemed to ring in his ears.

"I, the Cosmic Emperor,

have dominated the Cosmic Sea for three Reincarnation Eras, invincible wherever I went. I sought a worthy opponent, but could not find one!

Alas, the Progenitors of the Two Great Holy Lands have long since vanished from the world. In this vast Cosmic Sea, there is not a single opponent who can withstand one of my blows. What a lament!

Now I have no path forward. I intend to undertake something extraordinarily perilous, and whether I live or die on this journey is uncertain.

The thing I am proudest of in my life is not being invincible in the Cosmic Sea, but the peerless mastery of space and time that I created.

I may die, but I cannot bear to see my inheritance lost. So I have left behind this 'Space-Time' inheritance and its accompanying secret art, the Cosmic Scripture, which I created through countless tribulations and painstaking effort. I entrust them to Beizhen to carry away and pass down.

I dare say that, apart from the Dongdi Ancestor, there is no deeper inheritance of space and time in the East Emperor Universe than the one I created!

Fortunate junior, boy of the East Emperor Universe, remember: those who learn from me will live; those who imitate me will die.

When you reach the end, you must forge a path of your own.

Of course, my 'Space-Time' inheritance and the secret art, the Cosmic Scripture, can give you an incomparably solid foundation in space and time. I hope you can use them to go farther than I did.

—Cosmic Emperor"