Chapter 339: The Terrifying Saint King Holy Spring

The remaining final eleven divine springs are completely different from the eighty‑nine he previously refined!

They correspond to the core divine springs condensed at each breakthrough as he ascended to the Saint King Realm!

Their essence is more refined and vast, containing rule fragments and will imprints, merging with Space-Time power, and the difficulty will increase geometrically!

Moreover, each is harder than the previous!

Ye Wuque regulated his breath for a full day, raising his condition to the peak he could currently reach, before cautiously beginning to draw the 90th Space-Time Source Spring, aiming at the core divine spring within his body that represents a step of the Saint King Realm—the 90th divine spring!

"Hum—!!!"

The moment the Space-Time Source Spring entered his body, an anomaly erupted!

This Space-Time Source Spring seemed to possess sentience, or rather, the higher‑grade Space-Time Law fragments it contained subtly clashed with the will within Ye Wuque's Saint King Holy Spring!

It was no longer a simple power merger, but rather two authorities vying for dominance!

"Puff—!"

Almost the instant the clash arose, Ye Wuque violently spewed a large mouthful of fresh blood, within which tiny specks of silver light flickered... those were the shattered Space-Time Law fragments!

Intense pain radiated from deep within his soul; it was not merely a flesh wound but a tremor at the Dao Foundation level.

The Space-Time backlash struck like an invisible blunt blade, repeatedly cutting his meridians, acupoints, even his spirit.

Senior Chu stood in the Void, silently watching, his gaze profound.

He knew that from this step onward, he could only be an observer.

"The most crucial eleven Space-Time Holy Springs have arrived..."

He muttered to himself.

Talent, strength, means, opportunity, luck, and that superhuman willpower—none can be lacking.

Any forced external interference could cause the refinement to fail, even the Dao Foundation to collapse.

Ye Wuque clenched his teeth so tightly that his gums bled.

He frantically drove the Time-Space Holy Method Origin, elevating its power to the limit he could currently control.

A supreme silver radiance emanated from his body, forcibly intervening in the battlefield between the Saint King Holy Spring and the Space-Time Source Spring, harmonizing and suppressing with the highest essence of Space-Time.

Simultaneously, he mobilized the previously formed eighty‑nine Space-Time Holy Springs; they vibrated in unison, silver light swirling, forming a massive Space-Time resonance network that applied external pressure, gradually wearing down the wildness of that Space-Time Source Spring.

It was a tug‑of‑war so slow it made the heart anxious.

The Space-Time backlash erupted periodically, and Ye Wuque's wounds multiplied; some surrounding skin aged and wrinkled rapidly, some regressed and became fragile, and others felt a bizarre misalignment.

Space-Time Dao injuries, wounds that involve fundamental laws, began to reveal their true horror.

After dozens of backlashes and ten days of relentless torment.

"Boom!"

The 90th Space-Time Holy Spring finally refined successfully!

It towers like a small star river, quietly flowing in the depths of the desert, its emitted Space-Time aura is so intense it far surpasses any previous one.

In that instant of success, a pure, vast, and Space-Time‑willed warm current fed his whole body, reviving Ye Wuque's spirit, and some of his Space-Time Dao injuries eased slightly.

"Truly worthy of the Saint King‑corresponding Space-Time Holy Spring... just like the original breakthrough of the Saint King, the difficulty is high."

Ye Wuque coughed up a few splatters of clotted blood, yet his mouth managed a strained smile.

He could clearly feel the greatness of this Holy Spring.

"But at the same time, this refined Space-Time Holy Spring is countless times larger than the previous ones! The harder the difficulty, the greater the benefit once succeeded,"

After half a day of rest, Ye Wuque plunged without hesitation into refining the 91st.

The difficulty escalated again; the rule fragments within the Space-Time Source Spring grew more complex, even showing terrifying traits of time reversal or spatial folding. A slight slip could cause parts of Ye Wuque's body to become lost in chaotic Space-Time.

He had to allocate more mind, using his understanding of Xiangsi Imperial Art and his perception of spatial instincts to resolve these crises.

The 92nd, 93rd... each step came with gut‑wrenching perseverance and life‑or‑death peril.

Ye Wuque's flesh repeatedly teetered between collapse and nirvana; without pure yang blood Qi support and his strong vitality, he would have fallen long ago.

His will, under this extreme painful forging, was hammered into a divine metal refined by billions of years of earth fire, becoming ever more indestructible.

Even Senior Chu, who had witnessed countless storms and scaled Absolute Peaks, watching Ye Wuque repeatedly push to the limit yet forcefully hold on, felt his spirit stir slightly and sighed inwardly:

"The path of invincibility... is destined to endure pains unimaginable to ordinary beings... this... is only a part... perhaps the most insignificant part..."

One month later.

"Boom—rumble—..."

The 99th Space-Time Holy Spring finally coalesced successfully!

At this point, within Ye Wuque, the ten core Holy Springs representing the Saint King from the first to the tenth step have all transformed into towering Space-Time Holy Springs!

The massive Space-Time aura surged in the desert, nearly forming a tangible storm.

Ye Wuque's seated figure resembled a deity forged through ages of wind and frost, scarred yet radiating a heart‑stirring resilience and might.

Now, only the final one remains... corresponding to his eleventh Saint King step, the most core, most vast ultimate Holy Spring that contains all his Saint King Dao Fruit!

Before even initiating the 100th Space-Time Source Spring, Ye Wuque already felt a terrifying pressure that made his soul tremble, emanating from that source!

It was no longer just a source spring, but resembled a miniature, living branch of the Space-Time River!

Inside, time fragments glittered like dragon scales, spatial laws interwove like chains, exuding a supreme majesty that suppresses Nine Heavens Ten Earths and spans past, present, and future.

"The final one..."

Ye Wuque inhaled deeply, his gaze sharp as a heavenly blade.

He knew this was the final and most perilous stage of refining the Holy Spring.

"Boom—!"

When he locked his consciousness onto the 100th Space-Time Source Spring and drew it into his body—

It seemed as if a segment of the Space-Time River surged back into him!

Indescribable Space-Time pressure erupted within him like a mountain flood and tsunami!

His bones emitted a groan of unbearable burden, his meridians were struck so hard they were nearly tearing apart inch by inch!

"Ha!"

Ye Wuque let out a low roar, no longer daring to retain any sliver!

Pure Yang Blood Qi erupted like billions of volcanoes simultaneously, golden Blood Qi smoke surged skyward, scorching heat spread, trying to incinerate that intangible temporal‑spatial pressure!

At the same time, his flesh radiated dazzling golden light as the Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body Eighth Turn Supreme Emperor Descends Dust imperial form fully activated!

A vague yet towering, emperor‑like, majestic flesh Great Emperor phantom manifested behind him, merging with his true self, elevating the flesh's defense and power to an unprecedented pinnacle!

Even so, that terrifying temporal‑spatial pressure was only barely kept at bay, still like a burden of billions of tons, crushing Ye Wuque's entire skeleton with booming cracks, his skin's surface continuously bursting open with fine blood‑filled wounds, blood gushing.