Chapter 71: Chaos Maw! Temporal Droplet!

Chapter 71: Chaos Maw! Temporal Droplet!

Jiang Zhe scratched his head again, staring at the foot-long, ethereal beam hovering before him.

This wasn’t just a nervous habit. He genuinely felt like his mind had been forcibly stuffed with foreign knowledge, his thoughts now buzzing with strange concepts.

After carefully reviewing the influx of information, Jiang Zhe’s eyes widened in astonishment. “It’s teaching me? Knowledge from another world!”

[Foundations of Sorcery…]

[Introduction to Alchemy…]

[￥%#@ Summoning Incantations, Temporal Nodes…]

[Star Clusters…Coordinates…]

[Each shape in space is merely a cross-section where higher dimensions intersect with this one…]

[Time itself is static, with no beginning or end. The sensation of change caused by time’s passage is an illusion.]

[In reality, time is an illusion.]

[Only beings confined to limited dimensions perceive concepts like past, present, and future.]

[Humans conceptualize time solely due to processes they call "change." Yet these changes are themselves illusions. All things that existed, exist now, or will exist—all coexist simultaneously.]

Organizing this flood of alien knowledge left Jiang Zhe drenched in cold sweat, his body trembling faintly.

He tried to reject these ideas but found himself unable to refute them. His understanding of time and spatial laws was still rudimentary, and these "heretical theories" threatened to upend his worldview entirely.

‘No good—if this continues, I’ll lose myself completely!’

A mental alarm blared. Jiang Zhe growled, “Get out! False doctrines! Don’t think you can corrupt me!”

He focused his Internal World’s power to destroy the beam of enlightenment.

But the Ancient Tree, sensing his intent, acted faster. Its massive canopy shook violently, unleashing an invisible gale through his Internal World.

The wind swept past Jiang Zhe, and the foot-long beam disintegrated into countless shimmering particles. Yet in an instant, the fragments reassembled—identical in length and appearance, yet somehow sharpening his senses.

He wasn’t surprised. This had happened before—his Second Origin Secret Art had undergone similar transformations, adapting to this world’s essence.

This time, however, the beam offered no more "toxic" knowledge. Instead, as he gazed at it, his comprehension of time and spatial laws deepened rapidly, long-standing mysteries unraveling effortlessly.

Even more startling—he felt his "craftsmanship" improving, his ability to analyze matter’s fundamental nature intensifying.

“Am I…grasping the basics of Anna’s [Mechanical Forerunner] and [Material Sovereign]?”

“A manufacturer? An alchemist?”

“If I interpret these foreign concepts correctly, did this beam awaken an alchemical talent in me?”

“Should I don a lab coat and pretend to be a scientist?”

“No! Absolutely not! Research is so boring!”

Curious about his sudden abilities, Jiang Zhe tested them.

“Anna, share part of the construction schematics for the [Purple Heaven Domain].”

Orianna complied, transmitting partial blueprints of the Mechanical Planet through their mental link.

Jiang Zhe, still largely a "mechanical illiterate", frowned at the complex diagrams—yet his expression gradually relaxed as understanding seeped in.

The designs remained convoluted, but he could now grasp basic principles, especially the circuitry diagrams harnessing Storm Origin Law.

This was terrifying! These were Immortal-grade mechanical weapon blueprints—powerful enough to command mechanical legions against Marquis Immortals.

Meanwhile, Silver Robe Yuan Shen focused on his own training.

Their soul-link had transmitted the effects of the ethereal beam to him as well. Leveraging this newfound clarity, along with his mastery of spatial and temporal laws, he refined his spear techniques.

Inside a vast, grassy expanse—the billion-kilometer-wide world-container he’d created recently—Silver Robe Yuan Shen stood in human form, Void-Sundering Lance in hand. Twisting the spear shaft, he flicked the tip in a stirring motion.

This movement originated from notes by an ancient spear master who’d demonstrated incredible control: driving wooden stakes into thick walls so firmly no man could pull them free, yet extracting them effortlessly with a whip of his spear. He’d spin wheels like pinwheels while maintaining perfect composure.

Recalling these methods, Silver Robe Yuan Shen saw their synergy with spatial laws. Now, his lance carved silver arcs through the air like a serpent.

He infused the technique with his comprehension of laws:

Earth’s Primordial Law—collapse, suppression…

Spatial Primordial Law—resistance, turbulence…

Unified under his mastery of the Innate Secret Art [Xuanzhong Forbidden Realm]!

After three days of refinement, he tested his creation.

Opposite him stood a twelve-meter-tall E9-grade Mechanical Puppet, its door-sized greatsword crackling with lightning-infused Thunder Primordial Law attacks under Orianna’s Doppelgänger control.

The puppet slashed.

Silver Robe Yuan Shen responded. The Void-Sundering Lance lunged like a silver serpent, twisting against the greatsword. A flick of the wrist sent the blade skittering aside, the spearhead trembling to create disorienting arcs.

Invisible threads extended from the tip, anchoring into the fabric of space itself.

As the lance trembled, it pulled the surrounding space inward—turbulent, resisting, collapsing.

Space Turbulence!

Spatial Resistance!

Then…Spatial Suppression!

The E9-grade puppet’s greatsword flew from its grasp on first impact, its E-grade alloy body ensnared by collapsing space. Lightning crackled across its frame as it struggled futilely against the crushing resistance.

It could only watch the silver point of death expand before its optics.

Direct hit to the core!

The shockwave shattered its central components. The puppet’s eyes dimmed, its systems failing.

“Not bad—a basic application of earth and spatial laws.”

“This single spatial technique will suffice for now. Further refinement can wait until Domain Lord Rank.”

Thinking of Luo Feng’s mentorship under the Chaos Sovereign, he felt a pang of envy. Could his main body ever find such a teacher? A Cosmic Sovereign likely wouldn’t suffice—most likely hadn’t even mastered their own secret arts.

Shaking off the thought, he continued.

“Time Law needs a foundational technique too. No favoritism.”

Switching to an ordinary alloy spear, he applied his main body’s temporal and lightning comprehension. With his existing "Essence of Velocity" thrust as a foundation, the technique took shape within two days.

When the puppet attacked again, Silver Robe Yuan Shen’s spear moved with impossible speed, weaving a luminous arc that pierced the greatsword’s defense and shattered the puppet’s core.

“These techniques still need refinement…”

“The spatial style has suppression and entrapment—call it ‘Chaos Maw Style.’”

“The temporal style channels accelerated time, inheriting the ‘Essence of Velocity.’ Name it ‘Temporal Droplet Style.’”

“These two will suffice for now. Further development can wait until Domain Lord. For now, focus on law comprehension—don’t lose sight of priorities.”

“With deeper understanding, these insights will naturally enhance both techniques.”

Empowered by the ethereal beam’s boost to his perception, Silver Robe Yuan Shen had crossed into the realm of self-created secret arts.

Meanwhile, Jiang Zhe remained engrossed in studying the [Purple Heaven Domain] schematics—the secret patterns etched into its Storm Origin Law-powered circuits deepening his grasp of Primordial Laws.

January 15th, late at night.

In his Nuclear Core Space, Jiang Zhe finally looked up from his studies, the ethereal beam’s glow fading.

“Anna?”

“Master, the Jiang Clan plans to strike against the Goldhorned Beast. Your orders?”

“Goldhorned Beast?” He paused, then nodded. “Already time for that, huh?”

“Yes. The Kaiming Beast requested permission to borrow a cosmic-level slave squad from me.” Orianna explained, “Since the Goldhorned Beast is cunning, I’ve hidden all stellar and cosmic-level slaves in the World Bracelet. The Jiang Clan has F-grade mechanical puppets guarding their position covertly.”

Jiang Zhe nodded. “Where is it now? What’s it doing?”

“North America—devouring war bases. Coastal beasts are restless, but Hanxia remains unthreatened.”

Orianna speculated, “It’ll head to Europe next before returning to Asia.”

“The Earth’s War Gods, Legislators, and leaders are holding a summit at the War God Palace. Should I link you in?”

Jiang Zhe shook his head. “No need. Let’s go stretch our legs—quick and clean.”

(End of Chapter)

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