The Legacy of the Space-Time Dao

After Feng Hui left, the two teachers stood facing each other on the training ground, its surface smooth as a mirror.

"Wala, are you serious?"

"The spacetime inheritance within the Dongdi Tower is not so easy to cultivate."

"This inheritance may point straight to the peak, but its difficulty is beyond doubt."

After a moment of silence, Teacher Thunder Eye spoke.

"Of course. I'm well aware that it will be hard for me to encounter another student as outstanding as Feng Hui."

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

"What do you plan to do?" Teacher Thunder Eye asked.

"I intend to buy him the first volume of the Cosmic Scripture. With decades of cultivation, it can lay a solid spacetime foundation for him before the Eastern Domain Tournament."

"The Cosmic Scripture?" Teacher Thunder Eye was taken aback. "Although it's the best foundational technique for simultaneous spacetime cultivation in our Eastern Emperor Holy Land Universe, its price is unbelievably high."

"Even with your authority, you barely qualify to obtain just the most basic first volume."

"But even buying only the first volume will likely drain most of the Eastern Domain contribution points you've accumulated over the years. Is it worth it for just one student?"

Teacher Wala smiled. "What's worth or not worth? I'll be entering the God-Demon Battlefield soon anyway. Stuck at my current bottleneck, keeping so many contribution points is useless."

"Besides, once I'm on the battlefield, there's no guarantee I'll come back alive. If I die with points left unspent, wouldn't that be a pity?" Teacher Wala said, feigning lightness.

"You're investing so much. If that little Feng Hui doesn't perform exceptionally well at the Eastern Domain Tournament, the rewards you get will hardly recoup your costs."

"Haha, do you think I'm spending all this effort just for the clan's paltry rewards? That's just talk. In truth, I simply want to find someone to inherit my legacy."

Teacher Thunder Eye fell silent.

Wala's last return from the God-Demon Battlefield with severe injuries was far from as simple as he made it sound. It likely involved... his Divine Kingdom...

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

Having known Wala for so many years, he had long sensed something was off with his condition.

Now it seemed Wala truly intended to enter the God-Demon Battlefield with a mindset of seeking life through death, burning his bridges. Either break through to become a King, or die gloriously on the path of the strong—never hiding in the academy to dodge conscription and eke out a living.

Though they had argued for years, the two were actually close friends who knew each other well.

Wala and Thunder Eye had once fought together on the God-Demon Battlefield; they were comrades in life and death.

They had faced calamities time and again, escaping death each time, their bond deep.

As beings with immeasurably long lifespans, the two had once succeeded in obtaining the qualifications to become Immortals as peerless geniuses at the Realm Lord level. But their former friends, family, and loved ones had no such qualifications. In the flow of time, those people had long since aged and died...

So Wala and Thunder Eye had no close relatives left. To them, friends who had weathered life-and-death battles together were like family.

Teacher Thunder Eye suddenly let out a relieved laugh.

"Heh heh, I've been stuck in this damn academy for so long, teaching these wet-behind-the-ears brats every day. It's annoying, and I've had enough."

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

As a close friend, since entering the God-Demon Battlefield was Wala's choice, he could only support him.

At worst, they would die together on that battlefield.

"What are you looking at? Do you think you're the only one who's not afraid of death, Wala? That I, Thunder Eye, am some coward hiding in the academy, afraid to go to war?"

Teacher Wala stared at Teacher Thunder Eye for a moment, said nothing, and simply reached out his right hand to pat Thunder Eye on the shoulder.

Then he raised his head and gazed calmly at the sky, saying no more.

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

A fledgling must eventually take to the sky and spread its wings to soar above the blue heavens.

As for how far you go from here, that's up to you.

"What is this?"

Feng Hui stared blankly at the massive metal block-shaped book that Teacher Wala had placed before him.

This book—to be precise, a metal book—had pages made of golden metal sheets that shimmered with dazzling light.

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

It was like a magnificent small metal rockery, exuding an aura of majesty and mystery.

If Feng Hui's Dongdi Clan clone weren't now a little dragon-man over ten meters tall, he probably wouldn't have been able to flip through this book easily.

"This is the spacetime foundation technique I bought for you, the Cosmic Scripture. It directly aligns with the spacetime inheritance in the Dongdi Tower."

"Since you want to cultivate both time and space, this technique will be of great help to you."

Teacher Wala explained.

"There are less than eighty-eight years until the Eastern Domain Tournament. In the time that remains, focus on cultivating the Cosmic Scripture."

"Although it's only the most basic first volume, and a copied version at that, it's enough to see you through to the tournament."

"With the Cosmic Scripture, your chances of obtaining the spacetime inheritance will be much greater."

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

His heart stirred with emotion as he lowered his gaze to the book's cover. On it were four simple Dongdi Clan characters—Cosmic Scripture.

Those four simple words seemed to encompass the starry universe, the flow of time, as if all the mysteries of space and time were contained within.

The moment Feng Hui looked at them, he felt his consciousness drawn in by the characters, as if in a trance he could see stars exploding, celestial bodies evolving, black holes being born, and the universe collapsing.

It took him a long while to snap back to reality.

Feng Hui couldn't help but marvel. What kind of formidable expert had authored this work? Even a mere reprinted copy could influence his consciousness, making him feel as though he had witnessed the evolution of time and space, the secrets of the cosmos.

He opened the metal cover, and on the title page was a passage of text.

Just by looking at these simple words, Feng Hui seemed to hear a voice—majestic, domineering, confident, and proud—ringing in his ears.

"I, the Cosmic Emperor, Have roamed the Cosmic Sea for three cycles of epochs, invincible wherever I went, seeking but a single defeat—yet never finding one!

Alas, the two Ancestors of the Sacred Lands have long ceased to emerge from seclusion, and across the vast Cosmic Sea, there is not a single foe who can match me. How lamentable!

Now, with no path forward, I intend to undertake a matter of extreme peril. Whether I live or die on this journey remains unknown.

The thing I take greatest pride in is not my invincibility across the Cosmic Sea, but my unparalleled mastery of time and space.

I can accept death, but I cannot bear to see my legacy lost. Thus, I have left behind this 'Time and Space' inheritance—painstakingly forged through countless tribulations—and its accompanying secret art, the Cosmic Scripture, entrusting Beizhen to carry it forth and pass it down.

I dare to assert that, aside from the Dongdi Ancestor himself, there is no deeper inheritance of time and space in the Dongdi Universe than what I have created!

Lucky junior of the Dongdi Universe, remember: those who imitate me will live; those who copy me will die.

In the end, you must forge your own path.

Of course, my 'Time and Space' inheritance and the secret art Cosmic Scripture will undoubtedly lay an incomparably solid foundation for you. I hope you can use it to go further than I ever did.

—The Cosmic Emperor"