The Nine Swords King's Regret

The inheritance hall chooses people, just as people choose inheritances.

Though each inheritance hall contains countless legacies, not every one suits every cultivator, nor can anyone simply pick at will from the myriad paths. If one lacks excellence or a solid foundation, they may not even qualify to receive many of the more profound and abstruse inheritances. The inheritance hall will, based on the inheritor's own circumstances, filter out the most suitable legacies for them.

The list of 137 time-space inheritances floating before Feng Hui was precisely what the Time-Space Inheritance Hall had screened as most fitting for him. Feng Hui carefully studied the list before him, cross-referencing the relevant introductory information instilled into his mind as he made his selection.

Cosmic Emperor Inheritance, Time-Space Mountain Lord Inheritance, Chaos Demon God Inheritance... Each of these 137 time-space inheritances held its own mysteries, and even the faint hints of profundity revealed in their brief introductions left him utterly entranced. After reading through the entire list from start to finish, Feng Hui reluctantly raised his head, once again fixing his gaze on the top entry: the "Cosmic Emperor Inheritance."

This "Cosmic Emperor Inheritance" was the most profound and abstruse among the 137 time-space inheritances Feng Hui was qualified to receive. No wonder the words left by the Cosmic Emperor on the title page of the Cosmic Scripture initial volume he had seen were so confident in his own time-space legacy. Perhaps there were even deeper time-space inheritances within the Dongdi Tower that Feng Hui was not yet qualified to cultivate, but at least for now, this "Cosmic Emperor Inheritance" was his best choice.

Moreover, Feng Hui had already spent considerable time cultivating the Cosmic Scripture, laying a solid foundation. As the time-space inheritance paired with this Cosmic Scripture secret technique, choosing it based on his existing groundwork was absolutely the most fitting decision.

He chose it!

As Feng Hui made his choice, a wondrous sound began to echo in his mind, plunging him directly into a strange illusion. Within that illusion, the deeper mysteries of the Way of Time and Space were unveiled before him in the most detailed manner possible. It was as if someone had torn apart all the profound complexities of the Time Law and the Law of Space, explaining them to Feng Hui inch by inch.

So detailed!

It was as though a supreme powerhouse was directly pouring the mysteries of time and space into his mind. The effect was far, far greater than observing the Cosmic Chaos Stele in Chaos City.

He did not know how long passed...

This power dissipated.

Feng Hui awoke from the illusion, feeling a sense of loss. Having received just one inheritance, he felt his comprehension of the Time Law and the Law of Space had advanced by leaps and bounds. It seemed that this single inheritance had been more effective than decades of his previous cultivation and meditation, but this was actually an illusion.

Before this, Feng Hui had toiled painstakingly on the path of the Time Law and the Law of Space, cultivating and contemplating. In that process, he might have fully understood some aspects while remaining puzzled by others. Yet precisely because he had spent so long in careful study, accumulating many doubts on the Way of Time and Space... when he received the inheritance, those doubts suddenly cleared, allowing him to directly grasp mysteries he had pondered without understanding, giving him the feeling of suddenly comprehending a great deal.

If anyone thought that one could advance continuously through inheritance alone, without painstaking cultivation, they would be gravely mistaken. Without the repeated reflections, failures, and doubts that came before, even receiving an inheritance would yield little gain—at the very least, it would be difficult to go far.

After entering the Dongdi Tower and receiving the inheritance, Feng Hui's Dongdi Clan body remained in the Eastern Domain Great World to continue receiving focused training. Meanwhile, his human body stayed in the Primordial Universe's Chaos City for secluded cultivation. Unnoticed, the years passed, and time flowed swiftly away.

In the Primordial Universe of the human race, Chaos City.

At the residence of the future Nine Swords Venerable, now the Nine Swords King.

Feng Hui was consulting Nine Swords King about the difficult problems he had encountered in his cultivation, receiving his guidance. The short-haired youth, still clad in a black battle suit, stood there. Though he appeared extremely weak compared to the Nine Swords King beside him, the faintly restrained aura he exuded was startling.

Compared to thirty years ago in the Primordial Universe, when Feng Hui had first arrived in Chaos City, he had lost the rawness of a newcomer. Thirty years of secluded cultivation in Chaos City had silently yet profoundly transformed Feng Hui's temperament. It was a special aura formed by the fusion of comprehending the universe's fundamental laws with his innate character—steady yet reserved, profound yet resolute. It was a confidence and composure radiating from deep within, a fearless courage and determination to explore the unknown mysteries of the universe.

Nine Swords King looked at Feng Hui with an air of indifference. "Mm, your progress in comprehension is not bad."

In truth, a storm was raging within his heart. Over these twenty-plus years of guiding Feng Hui, the more he guided him, the more shocked he became!

Logically, most geniuses progressed quickly in the early stages, only to slow down later on. What's more, Feng Hui was comprehending the most difficult Cosmic Chaos Stele, walking the arduous path of dual cultivation in time and space, and moreover, taking the route of analyzing the essence of the laws. These three barriers, each harder than the last, could weed out countless geniuses whose ambitions soared higher than the heavens but whose talent fell short.

Yet this Feng Hui, the more difficult the later stages became, the faster his progress grew.

Especially starting about three years ago, Feng Hui—whether he suddenly had a breakthrough or something else was going on—his comprehension speed surged again, as if he had been reborn.

The first diagram of the Cosmic Chaos Stele was the most basic, relatively easy, and Feng Hui had fully grasped it within over twenty years in Chaos City.

But this second diagram, containing the profound essence of the Time Law and the Law of Space, was far more difficult than the first.

Nine Swords King had thought this would stump Feng Hui, at least slowing down his comprehension speed.

But this Feng Hui... was too outrageous.

In the last three years, his mastery of the second diagram of the Cosmic Chaos Stele had advanced by leaps and bounds.

The questions he posed to Nine Swords King made the latter secretly alarmed.

Previously, Feng Hui had seemed like a genius that appeared once in hundreds of millions of years in the Cosmos School.

Though impressive in the eyes of other Cosmos School masters, in the view of Nine Swords King—the youngest King-level invincible powerhouse of the current human era, a peerless prodigy among humanity—he was merely so-so.

At least, not outstanding enough to make Nine Swords King eager to take him as a disciple.

But the Feng Hui of now...

If given another chance, Nine Swords King would have definitely agreed to take him as a disciple when Feng Hui first sought apprenticeship.

Now, though he said nothing aloud, Nine Swords King inwardly somewhat regretted his refusal back then.

But there was no help for it—spilled water cannot be gathered. He had already clearly rejected Feng Hui's apprenticeship request in front of so many people.

As the youngest King-level invincible powerhouse of the current human era, Nine Swords King had his pride; he could not publicly take back his words.

Wouldn't that be slapping his own face!

Thus, even after over twenty years of guidance and being thoroughly satisfied with Feng Hui, he never again brought up the matter of taking a disciple.

No matter how much he regretted it inwardly, on the surface he remained aloof and indifferent, revealing not a trace.