Chapter 568 - 347: Mid-stage Saint Realm, Tier Three Star Lord

Chapter 568: Chapter 347: Mid-stage Saint Realm, Tier Three Star Lord

The "river" of the Time Law flowing all around him seemed to answer the call of its king.

It grew more docile, more distinct, and its connection to him became several times stronger.

Time Law, Mid-stage Saint Realm!

The breakthrough happened in an instant, a perfectly natural progression.

His physical body had long since reached the level of a Tier Two Star Lord. At this moment, the boundless Power of Law from the Time Law seemed to have found its perfect vessel.

It merged flawlessly and without obstruction with every inch of his flesh, bones, meridians, and even deep into his very cells.

BOOM!

An aura several tenths stronger than before erupted from Li Wen, only to be firmly contained within the room by the Time Tower’s barriers.

He felt his strength, speed, reflexes, and control over time all take a quantum leap.

’So this is the power of the Mid-stage Saint Realm...’ Li Wen clenched his fist, feeling the new power surging within him. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, brimming with fighting spirit.

He didn’t stop. After solidifying his Mid-stage Saint Realm cultivation, he continued to greedily absorb the rich insights into the Time Law within the Time Tower.

Every minute and every second, enhanced by his 220% comprehension aptitude, was incomparably precious.

Until...

A prompt sounded around him: "`BEEP!` Your reserved training time has reached its limit. Please prepare to leave."

Li Wen slowly ceased his cultivation, and the spectral image of the long river of time flowing in his eyes gradually faded.

A thought crossed his mind. "Star Pivot, connect to the Time Tower. Adjust the time flow rate to... thirty times."

After lowering the multiplier to thirty, Li Wen took one last look at this strange, time-accelerated space.

With a flash, his figure vanished from the Time Tower.

When he reappeared on the plaza, the unique pressure of the Mid-stage Saint Realm—newly achieved and not yet fully contained—was instantly felt by the few people waiting there.

Their gazes toward him were filled with an even deeper reverence.

Li Wen paid no mind to their stares, focusing on the surging power within him.

He took a single step and vanished from the plaza.

...

「Another half-month passed in the blink of an eye.」

In the quiet room of Villa 11, Zone B, Li Wen slowly ceased his cultivation.

A gold and silver light swirled in his eyes, and his aura was even more condensed and profound than it had been half a month ago.

Ever since receiving the full support of the Lain Empire, every paper he published easily reached the ten-million experience point cap in a short amount of time.

Over the past half-month, besides cultivating, Li Wen had been buried in writing his papers.

Although the Lain Empire’s literature forum platform was promoting his work heavily, he didn’t let the quality of his papers slip.

It was true that he had the promotion, but if the quality of his papers wasn’t up to par, people would stop buying into it after a few times.

Therefore, while ensuring quality, Li Wen only published three papers in half a month.

He gained another thirty million scholar experience points.

At this rate, he could level up one more time before the finals.

By then, his Primordial Spirit would surely advance to a Tier Two Star Lord.

A Tier Two Primordial Spirit Star Lord!

This meant that even though his Wish Power avatar had to remain on Blue Star and couldn’t manifest this powerful combat clone in the Virtual Cosmos, the power possessed by his original body alone would be enough to rival those Tier Two Star Lords who specialized in physical cultivation.

Based on this alone, combined with the terrifying 200% burst bonus from [Rage], Li Wen was confident that securing a spot in the top ten of the upcoming Universe Grand Finals shouldn’t be a problem.

’Unless...’ His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. ’Unless the number of monsters in this year’s competition is beyond imagination.’

As this thought arose, Li Wen suddenly remembered something.

Isabel had once sent him a compressed file package.

Inside was data on the top prodigies from other high-level empires, which she had painstakingly collected and organized.

He had been too busy with cultivation and his papers to look at it before.

"It’s time to learn about my future opponents," Li Wen muttered to himself, pulling up his communication interface and finding the file.

With a light tap of his finger, the encrypted file instantly decompressed.

A massive flood of information poured into his view.

Inside the decompressed folder were tens of thousands of battle video clips, densely packed, each with a concise note or tag beneath it.

One video was pinned to the very top. Its note contained just four words: "This Year’s Number One."

’This Year’s Number One?’ Li Wen’s brow arched slightly.

’The finals haven’t even started, yet Isabel is already so certain this person will be the champion?’

This assertion instantly ignited Li Wen’s intense curiosity.

He unhesitatingly clicked on the video labeled "Number One."

The video opened, and the first thing that met his eyes was a text introduction:

[Name: Ling Xuzi]

[Affiliation: Celestial Vault Divine Country (Core of Human Territory, one of the nine Divine Countries)]

The scene switched. The first clip was from a brutal battlefield during the first stage of the preliminary rounds.

The background appeared to be a chaotic Star Domain embroiled in a resource war.

A young man dressed in robes whiter than snow, with a cold and solitary air, stood alone in the void, a simple, ancient longsword on his back.

Surrounding him on all sides were dozens of experts, the weakest of whom were at the Peak of the Saint Realm.

Yet, bizarrely, these attackers showed no signs of confidence. On the contrary, every one of them was ashen-faced.

Their eyes were filled with uncontrollable fear.

It was as if they hadn’t cornered their prey, but a god of death about to swing his scythe.

The white-robed youth named Ling Xuzi faced this deathtrap with an expression as placid as still water.

He merely took a casual step forward.

With that single step, everything changed!

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

In an instant, centered on his original body, hundreds of identical figures appeared out of thin air—all dressed in snow-white robes, all carrying ancient swords.