Chapter 338: Tempering the Time‑Space Holy Spring

Ye Wuque sat cross‑legged in the void, his mind and spirit sinking into complete stillness.

The collapsing Void outside, the hovering light sphere of the Space‑Time Origin before him, the hundred crystal‑clear Time‑Space Source Springs, and Senior Chu's towering, abyss‑deep silhouette all became a vague backdrop beyond his Dark Heart.

At this moment, all his will focused on the vast, barren Human Desert within his body, and the hundred immense Divine Springs roaring and galloping through it.

"First step, tempering the Time‑Space Holy Spring…"

Ye Wuque whispered in his mind, his awareness first locking onto the edge of the internal desert, the relatively gentle first Divine Spring.

That Divine Spring was like golden lava erupting from the core of an earth vein—blazing and massive, radiating an utterly pure Primordial Force ripple, a manifestation of his robust foundation in the Human King Realm.

At the same time, the Time‑Space Saint Method Origin deep within his spirit was quietly activated.

This Origin, formless and insubstantial, seemed the beginning and end of all time and space, emitting a supreme, vast rhythm.

Guided by that rhythm, among the hundred surrounding Time‑Space Source Springs, the outermost one seemed summoned, trembling slightly, turning into a strand of soft silver light that slipped through Ye Wuque's pores and slowly seeped into his body.

Following the secret technique taught by Senior Chu, Ye Wuque carefully guided that strand of Time‑Space Source Spring toward the first Divine Spring.

The instant the two first touched—

"Hum…"

A strange resonant sound rose from deep within Ye Wuque's body.

The blazing Primordial Force of the Divine Spring and the cool silver radiance of the Time‑Space Source Spring intertwined, yet did not merge instantly; instead, the two wholly different principles began an initial probing and collision.

The Divine Spring represents power and existence, while the Time‑Space Source Spring contains flow and framework.

Without the Time‑Space Saint Method Origin as the supreme medium, and Senior Chu's exquisite guidance, these two could never have a chance to fuse.

Ye Wuque held his breath and focused, daring not a hint of carelessness.

He used his will as a furnace, the secret technique as fire, slowly tempering the two forces.

The power of the Time‑Space Saint Method Origin was like the most precise chisel, gradually stripping away the Primordial Force traits in the Divine Spring that conflicted with the Time‑Space attributes, while meticulously grinding and smoothing the overly wild, unmanageable Time‑Space Fragments within the Time‑Space Source Spring.

This process was extremely draining on mind and will.

Ye Wuque seemed to be walking a slender thread spanning a bottomless abyss, needing absolute balance and precision.

If he went too fast, the Time‑Space Source Spring might backfire, damaging the very foundation of the Divine Spring.

If he went too slow, the fusion efficiency would drop, and the Divine Spring's inherent properties might reject the Space‑Time Power.

Sweat unconsciously seeped from Ye Wuque's forehead, yet he seemed unaware.

All his spirit was immersed in that microscopic yet grand fusion process.

Time slipped away bit by bit.

In Ye Wuque's perception, the outside world's Time seemed thick and sluggish.

He could only feel the interwoven silver‑gold light sphere within his body, under the hammering of the secret technique, gradually shifting from stark separation to fine threads entwining, then beginning to rotate slowly, forming a tiny vortex.

Each full turn of the vortex deepened the fusion by one degree.

The Divine Spring's gold hue gradually took on silver luster, becoming noble and mysterious.

The Time‑Space Source Spring's silver also absorbed the golden heat, becoming restrained and weighty.

A brand‑new aura, both massive and ethereal, began to arise from the vortex's core.

Half an hour later.

"Boom…"

It was not a genuine roar, but a complete vibration resonating deep within Ye Wuque's Dark Heart.

The rotating vortex suddenly contracted, then explosively expanded!

A brand‑new Divine Spring appeared where the original first Divine Spring had been!

It was no longer merely a torrent of Primordial Force, but an odd spring flowing with silver‑gold hue, its interior seeming to host countless miniature stars flickering, and tiny Time‑Space Fragments swimming like fish!

It flowed silently, exuding a towering, ancient, yet infinitely potential aura… that was the breath of Time‑Space!

The first Time‑Space Holy Spring was formed!

The joy of success brushed his heart like a clear spring, but he immediately suppressed the ripple.

He knew this was only the first step; ninety‑nine more far tougher paths lay ahead.

"Not bad, the speed is quite fast," Senior Chu's approving voice came, plain yet with a hint of recognition.

That speed clearly exceeded his initial estimate.

Ye Wuque gave no reply, not even opening his eyes; he merely adjusted his breath slightly and, without hesitation, began tempering the second Time‑Space Holy Spring.

With the first experience behind him, the second process was relatively smoother, yet the drain on mind and spirit remained enormous.

Forty‑five minutes later, the second slightly more robust Time‑Space Holy Spring glittered brightly in the desert.

Third, fourth, fifth…

Ye Wuque was like the most precise puppet, yet also the most patient craftsman, tirelessly repeating the processes of drawing source, contact, harmonizing, tempering, and fusing.

With each successful tempering, his mastery of the Time‑Space Saint Method Origin grew a notch, and his understanding of the subtle traits of Space‑Time Power deepened as well.

The internal Time‑Space Holy Springs multiplied gradually; they began to emit faint resonances with each other, and the silver Time‑Space aura started to spread across the desert's fringe, bringing the first strange "vitality" to this Dead Silence land.

Yet the difficulty quietly rose as the number of Holy Springs increased.

When tempering the twentieth, Ye Wuque encountered a clear Time‑Space ripple backlash for the first time.

At the crucial moment of fusion, that Time‑Space Source Spring's interior a small unstable Dark Time Fold suddenly erupted; although the Time‑Space Saint Method Origin promptly suppressed it, the released wave still churned Ye Wuque's organs, sweetened his throat, and a strand of fresh blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

His expression unchanged, he continued the fusion with an even tougher will.

When tempering the forty‑fifth, the difficulty surged sharply.

By then, nearly half of the internal Time‑Space Holy Springs had formed an initial "field," creating a complex force field that both attracted and repelled the newly introduced Time‑Space Source Spring.

Ye Wuque had to split his attention to keep the existing Holy Springs stable while handling the new source's fusion; multitasking, his spirit's load increased dramatically.

His complexion began to turn pale, his temples throbbed.

"Continue, complete the tempering of all one hundred Divine Springs… this is an indispensable step…"

Senior Chu's voice sounded at the right moment, like the Sea-Calming Divine Needle.

"Only by turning all the divine springs in your desert into Spacetime Holy Springs can your Human King Extreme Realm's Extreme Path Space have a chance of success; this is the necessary support and prerequisite… also an indispensable foundation, ordinary divine springs… cannot support the subsequent Spacetime Domain… this also counts as… your Human King Extreme Realm, not only has it made a breakthrough in the divine spring attributes, but also has maximally cultivated the desert within your body… developing your own potential to the utmost…"

In the golden lightning man's words there is both an exposition of the grand vision of the Extreme Realm and a faint, hard‑to‑detect sense of expectation and solemnity.

He knows how arduous this path truly is.

Ye Wuque hears it in his ears, and his conviction grows firmer.

He discards all distracting thoughts, even temporarily shutting off some pain, and pours all his life force into this dull, painful yet creatively charged tempering.

Two days pass silently.

When the eighty‑ninth Spacetime Holy Spring successfully coalesces and emits a pleasant Spacetime Tremor, Ye Wuque's body is already covered by a thin layer of Blood Mist and salt residue left after his sweat evaporates.

His face looks slightly haggard, but his eyes shine terrifyingly, like the most tenacious star in the night sky.

However, the real test is only just beginning at this moment.