Chapter 932: Time Divine Art

The Wu clan merely aren’t good at scheming, but they aren’t fools.

At this very moment, they finally realized it.

“Damn it…”

“The Phoenix clan…”

“Don’t let me out!”

“When I get out, I’ll kill you all…”

“Ah…”

Under furious rage, Gu Yeji slammed out a punch.

The void itself cracked open into a black hole.

But it’s useless—you can’t open a passage between realms by shattering the void.

“Don’t rush!” someone said: “Perhaps the Jin Ku clan forgot the exact date. Wait a while—soon enough, this exit will open!”

“Yes, yes, that’s entirely possible!”

“Then let’s wait a little longer!”

Everyone could only comfort others, comfort themselves, and wait.

He Pingsheng sat cross-legged in the void, his spiritual sense communicating with Jin Ku: “Old bastard, could this really be forgetfulness?”

“It’s possible,” Jin Ku said. “We’ve never forgotten a day before, never made a mistake—but that doesn’t mean this time won’t be different.”

“Wait then!”

Then wait!

He Pingsheng thought the chance of forgetting a date was nearly nonexistent, but wasn’t there still a sliver of hope?

Wait!

One day!

Two days!

Three days!

One year!

Two years!

After three years, the number of people waiting here had dwindled from hundreds to just a handful.

Only ten Wu clan Mahayana Emperor-level cultivators remained, faces dark with fury, still waiting.

Almost everyone else had left.

He Pingsheng left too.

Wait for shit—something must’ve changed outside!

He Pingsheng returned to his secluded cave.

During this time, he had asked Jin Ku if there was any way to open this space.

Jin Ku said there was.

The problem wasn’t the space passage itself—it was almost certainly the key that opened it.

If the key was lost, you could make another.

But it would be difficult.

Because using this key requires the blood of the Tian Zheng clan.

There isn’t a single Tian Zheng left in this realm—how do you make the key?

“If we can’t make a key, we’ll have to use brute force!” After long thought, Jin Ku said: “Among these eighth-rank talismans, there’s one called the [Interrealm Talisman]. If you can ever draw it, and combine it with my spiritual sense, we might be able to shatter this space passage outright!”

“Then we could escape in a brief window!”

“But the condition is—you must be able to draw this talisman!”

Interrealm Talisman?

He Pingsheng pulled out his [Heavenly Talisman Scripture].

Indeed, there was such an eighth-rank talisman.

But his current level only allowed him to craft seventh-rank talismans.

To craft an eighth-rank talisman would take much more time!

Then there was no rush.

Keep studying the Heavenly Talisman Scripture!

He Pingsheng began his seclusion.

He studied the Heavenly Talisman Scripture, contemplated the Time Principle, and cultivated his spiritual sense.

Thus, he focused on three things at once.

In the blink of an eye, two hundred years passed.

He Pingsheng opened his eyes during his seclusion.

“How is it?” Jin Ku asked eagerly. “Can you draw the eighth-rank talisman yet?”

“No,” He Pingsheng shook his head. “The higher the rank, the harder it becomes—each step takes far more effort to comprehend.”

“I still have a long way to go.”

Although he still couldn’t draw the eighth-rank talisman, his cultivation base had broken through to Body Integration Stage Ten.

He hit a bottleneck.

What to do?

Naturally, fuse the Ten True Poisons.

In the following time, He Pingsheng took out the first True Poison he’d obtained: [Formless True Poison], and began fusing it.

Twenty-two years later, he fully fused the Formless True Poison.

As he’d predicted, after fusing it, his cultivation broke through one layer.

He reached Body Integration Stage Eleven.

But he hadn’t shattered the second layer of the bottleneck.

“What’s your next move?” Jin Ku asked He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng said: “To break the bottleneck, I’ll try fusing another True Poison—see if I can shatter the second layer.”

“Impossible,” Jin Ku said coolly. “Using the Five Elements’ True Substances to break bottlenecks is essentially using heavenly treasures.”

“Though the Ten True Poisons are different, their effects should be identical.”

“You used the Formless True Poison to break one layer—you won’t break another layer by fusing a second True Poison.”

He Pingsheng didn’t believe it. He sat cross-legged and began fusing the second True Poison.

The second True Poison was called [Nine Radiant Yang Poison].

Thanks to his prior experience fusing a True Poison, this one no longer inflicted poison damage on him.

Fusion was swift.

In just two years, he fused the second True Poison: Nine Radiant Yang Poison.

But as Jin Ku had said, he did not break through the bottleneck by fusing it.

Everything returned to square one.

He Pingsheng didn’t continue his seclusion—he flew out of his cave and went to the exit.

Many cultivators still waited there.

The Wu clan was gone, but a few other races’ Mahayana Emperor-level cultivators remained.

“Brother He!”

“Brother He, greetings!”

Several bowed to He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng nodded. “Are the Wu clan still here?”

“Yes,” said a green Divine Phoenix Emperor. “Three hundred and twenty-four years have passed, and this void passage has never opened.”

“We’ve clearly been manipulated.”

“Brother He, you’re a heavenly prodigy—do you have any way to open this space?”

All eyes turned to He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng gave a bitter smile. “If I did, I’d have left long ago—why would I still be stuck here?”

“Enough… good luck to you all.”

He Pingsheng shot away like a streak of light, returning to his cave.

He was different from the others.

They were hopeless, with no chance at all.

He Pingsheng wasn’t—he still had a sliver of hope.

At least, according to Jin Ku’s speculation, if he could draw the eighth-rank [Interrealm Talisman], there was still a chance to escape.

Keep going!

He Pingsheng resumed his seclusion.

This time, he didn’t raise his cultivation—he studied the [Heavenly Talisman Scripture] and contemplated the [Time Principle].

In the [Hundred Gathered Heavenly Light Array], a massive mass of golden temporal essence had already gathered.

And its level was extremely high.

Come on!

This time, He Pingsheng directly carried that mass of temporal rules into his small spiritual world and stepped into the [Momentary Time Array].

The time flow here is ten times faster than outside.

Perfect—I’ll cultivate here.

Though it still consumes lifespan, at least it accelerates progress.

One year!

Two years!

Three years!

……

In a flash, another one hundred and eighty-four years had passed.

He Pingsheng, who had been meditating on the paper, suddenly opened his eyes.

“Did you succeed?” Jin Ku asked eagerly: “Did you finally comprehend the eighth-rank talisman?”

He Pingsheng shook his head. “No…”

“What?” Jin Ku said. “Then why did you jump like that?”

He Pingsheng stood up and said calmly: “I haven’t mastered the eighth-rank talisman—but I’m nearly there. While comprehending these temporal rules, I unintentionally discovered a new divine technique!”

“I want to try it!”