Chapter 670: Chapter 8: Time Dice, the Consequences of Stealing Time (10,000+ words)_3
Triple-layered space-time, its effect targeted the beings of the Heavenly Saint Star, but him, being an outsider’s incarnation, wasn’t affected in the slightest.
Clearly, things weren’t as bad as imagined.
Had he been affected, he would have hesitated not and turned to leave immediately.
This was simply not a matter he could involve himself in.
Besides, the person lurking in the shadows was interfering with him, plainly stalling for time; evidently, the mastermind did not have a hundred percent certainty in dealing with him, and was likely preparing some means.
In such a situation, there still lay an opportunity.
Advancing through the three kinds of space-time, Wang Sheng continuously ruled out interfering factors.
He successfully carved out a path.
Before long, he arrived before a majestic, enormous palace.
The palace floated in mid-air, resplendent in gold, and Wang Sheng could sense that nearby, space-time had returned to normal.
Most importantly, atop the palace loomed a figure.
“Boom!”
The figure said nothing, making a move straight away, aiming to end it all before the great battle could unfold.
“Triple Illusion!”
As if myriad spaces had superimposed, the calm space-time transformed into a labyrinth; once entrapped, there would be no hope of reemergence.
Layer upon layer descended as if an abyss had materialized.
Wang Sheng, as if facing a formidable enemy, unleashed the Crossing Land Golden Light, speeding away from the chaotic space-time.
Just like the methods that had disrupted him earlier, there were traps within space-time; rashly stepping through space would certainly play right into the enemy’s hands.
He himself turned into a golden light, vanishing from the chaotic realm in the blink of an eye.
However, he did not let his guard down but instead concentrated all his energy; meanwhile, the support from Yuan had already been activated.
Countless powers descended, with an incarnation of the Eighth Realm now being enhanced to the Ninth.
The aura surrounding his body caused the space of the Heavenly Saint Star to tremble.
He wasn’t making a mountain out of a molehill.
The chaos in space-time wasn’t an insurmountable ability.
What was crucial was the hidden energy within it.
The Ninth Realm!
The Heavenly Saint Star housed the Ninth Realm, not just the Eighth as everyone believed.
“Who would have thought, the Heavenly Saint hid so deep!”
Wang Sheng spoke, mistaking Xu for the Heavenly Saint of the Heavenly Saint Star.
“No need to call me Heavenly Saint; that title is but a ruse. You may address me as Xu!”
Xu!
It seemed like a codename, but Wang Sheng thought of a person from the Heavenly Saint Star.
Thousands of years ago, the person who made the Human Race rise, and who was also referred to as Xu.
It was said that all Heavenly Saints were his disciples.
“Xu… I never expected that someone like you was hidden among the Heavenly Saint Star’s sea, have they left?”
He had originally assumed the Heavenly Saint was the mastermind, but the appearance of the Ninth Realm made him realize his guess was wrong.
Yet, he had also not detected the Heavenly Saint’s aura within the Heavenly Saint Palace.
Xu merely smiled, offering no explanation, but instead said, “Since we are both of the Ninth Realm, we don’t need to have such resentment against each other and could sit and discuss the Dao.”
“Is that so? It’s not impossible, after all…”
Wang Sheng seemed to agree, but before he could finish speaking, he promptly made his move.
Qi-Blood surged, gathering the true intent of fist arts, unleashing a world-shaking punch.
On the other side, Xu harbored the same thought, mobilizing a secret technique, where seemingly three different forces coalesced, resulting in a qualitative change and ultimately forming a terrifying attack.
Boom!
Their secret techniques collided, tearing the skies apart.
In the end, Xu’s secret technique was a step behind the true intent of the fist arts, repelled by the Invisible Fist Mark countless miles away, crashing directly into the starry sky.
Wang Sheng didn’t hesitate, this time confidently crossing space, ready to deal another blow.
He had already uncovered some of Xu’s secrets.
“I had originally thought you were the mastermind behind the scenes of the Three Saints, but it turned out I was completely wrong. However, there is a familiar aura about you… More than a decade ago, my incarnation was besieged by three of the Eighth Realm; that strike just now, it merged the secret techniques of three people, a harmony that is definitely not from devouring, practically like one person controlling three people’s secret techniques, no, perhaps not practically—”
“It’s the truth!”
As he finished speaking, the Five Elements Sword Formation also unfolded.
Five Divine Beast True Spirits appeared, transformed into flying swords, cutting towards Xu.
He had seen through Xu’s identity.
“From the very beginning, there was no such thing as the Three Saints, only you, Xu!”
Xu, injured by the true intent of the fist arts and assaulted by the True Spirits, accumulated wounds upon his body.
Nevertheless, he remained utterly calm.
“Time!”
Instantly, a mysterious force erupted from within Xu’s body.
The power of time emerged, rendering everything around Xu silent; it seemed as if only a moment had passed, yet perhaps a year, everything returned to calm, and all the wounds on Xu’s body healed.
As if he had never been attacked from the beginning.
As if stepping out from the past.
Once again, he faced Wang Sheng in his prime.
“Time’s power, truly formidable…”
The restored Xu looked at Wang Sheng, his words cold, “That Seventh Realm was indeed you.”
“So it was me, what of it? Come and fight.”
“The power of time isn’t something you can contend with!”
Xu, knowing only one of them could survive, directly brought out his weapon—an enigmatic dice that emitted an aura familiar to Wang Sheng.
The river of space-time!
This was an extremely terrifying weapon, capable of affecting time.
As Xu invoked it, countless mysterious and powerful runes appeared in the void, finally forming into chains.
The chains, rusted and ancient, filled the expanse with an aura that seemed to draw everything back to the primeval past.
Naturally, Wang Sheng would not just wait for his demise.
“Screech!”
The Five Hidden God True Spirits, with the Vermilion Bird turning into a flaming flying sword, slashed at the chains, serving both as an attack and a test.
“Time, you cannot touch!”
With a sweep of the chains, an ominous aura burst forth, striking the flying sword.