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His gaze drifted to the distant sea of ​​clouds, his heart already filled with even greater hopes, and he murmured softly:

"The Xuanhuang Bell is only in its rudimentary form now. Once I gather the divine gold of the Nine Heavens and the immortal ore of ten thousand years, I will refine the laws of time and the origin of space to completely perfect the imprint of the laws."

"At that time, it will transform into an ultimate treasure that transcends time and space and suppresses all ages, and will be renamed the Cosmic Xuanhuang Bell, which will control time and space and lock down all the heavens."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Qi raised his hand and gently tapped the bell.

"Thump—"

A deep, resonant chime echoed, its invisible sound waves sweeping in all directions, subtly carrying a heavy suppressive force and faint fluctuations in the void. A simple test was enough to feel the formidable offensive and defensive characteristics of the Xuanhuang Bell.

After a brief test, he didn't linger any longer. With a thought, the Xuanhuang Bell transformed into a stream of light and entered his dantian, merging into his own origin to nourish and nurture the spirit of the bell day and night, and to settle its Daoist essence.

After doing all this, he looked up into the depths of the island, the direction where Zheng Zha, Zhang Jie, and their group were in seclusion, cultivating diligently. He could vaguely sense several auras of varying strengths fluctuating within them.

Wang Qi sighed softly, a hint of calm emotion in his eyes.

Along the way, we each have our own opportunities. The road ahead is long, and only strength can be the foundation for standing firm in the world.

Pulling his thoughts back, Wang Qi raised his hand again. The system space flickered with light, and an ancient thread-bound book slowly landed in his palm. It was the original manual that Zhang Jie had exchanged in the Main God Space—"The Second Scripture of the Universe".

The pages are yellowed, the handwriting is ancient and simple, clearly recording the supreme lineage of the Supreme Dao, which originated from the world of "Yang Shen".

"The Tower of the Universe" controls the four directions of the universe and encompasses all spatial phenomena; "The Bell of the Universe" reverses the long river of time and controls the flow of time. One universe and one cosmos encompass the ultimate mystery of the great way of time and space.

Wang Qi's fingertips brushed across the pages of the book, his eyes revealing his understanding.

"I have been diligently studying the Void Sutra for many years, and my understanding of the laws of space is already deeply rooted. Comprehending the Tower of the Universe is a natural outcome."

Compared to spatial magic, what he valued more was the accompanying "Clock of the Universe".

This is the supreme artifact created by the Supreme Dao through the contemplation of the unparalleled divine soul. The bell's chime can reshape time and reverse the flow of years, containing the supreme power to alter time, rewind the past, and freeze a moment.

He knew that the cultivation system of the Yangshen world emphasized the soul and was good at visualization. It used the Yinshen to transform into the Yangshen and used the soul to prove the Great Dao, which was completely different from the ordinary path of cultivating Qi and Yuanshen.

His own soul had already completed the path of the Yin God and was steadily transforming and sublimating towards the Yang God realm, with an incomparably profound spiritual foundation.

His exceptionally strong foundation allowed him to comprehend this top-tier time-manipulation technique without any hindrance.

In the following days, the island's cliffs were often accompanied by the sounds of bells and Taoist chants. Wang Qi sat cross-legged in meditation, focusing his mind on contemplation, using his own Yang Shen Dao Foundation to draw upon the essence of the universe's Dao, and thoroughly comprehended all the profound mysteries of the "Two Scriptures of the Universe".

Several days later, the secret manual was closed and carefully stored back in his system space.

Wang Qi slowly opened his eyes, a fleeting glimpse of time and the dark light of the void flashing in his gaze.

With a thought, he personally imprinted the insights into the laws of space and time he had gained from studying the two cosmic scriptures onto the patterns on the Xuanhuang Bell.

"With bells to mark the universe, with patterns to lock in the cosmos."

He spoke in a low voice, his divine sense slowly sinking into his dantian, connecting with the Xuanhuang Bell that was being nurtured.

"In future battles, when the soul resides within the bell, the divine power of time and space will be used to unleash the bell's power, combining offense and defense. The combined power of time and space to seal, suppress, and bind will multiply the power."

With a slight activation of his divine sense, the invisible power of the Xuanhuang Bell was quietly released, and a slight ripple of spacetime spread around him, which was then contained in a short moment.

Having completed the test and having a clear understanding of the situation, Wang Qi no longer summoned the Xuanhuang Bell, returning it to his Sea of ​​Wheels for further nurturing.

His cultivation never stopped, and as he honed his spatial and temporal abilities, his gaze fell upon another scroll of martial arts techniques that he had prepared long ago.

With a flick of his wrist, another ancient martial arts manual appeared—the top-tier sword technique he had longed for: "Divine Blade Slash."

This sword technique originates from Gu Long's martial arts novels and is a top-tier martial art in the outer realms. It consists of eight styles and thirty-six moves, each move having one hundred and eight variations, totaling a total of thirty-one thousand one hundred and four different moves, making it incredibly complex and unpredictable.

The true essence of martial arts lies in simplifying complexity, unifying all techniques into one, breaking through all methods with a single strike, and reaching the pinnacle of the way of the sword.

To perfectly complement this demonic sword technique, Wang Qi also took out the matching treasure weapon that Zhang Jie had exchanged along with it.

The dark, ancient scabbard and the sharply curved handle, the moment it was drawn, revealed a cold, chilling glint of light from its blade—it was the Crescent Moon Sword forged from divine iron from a meteorite.

The blade naturally condenses the power of meteorites, possessing a terrifying aura that can awe the mind. With every move, it can draw upon the power of heaven and earth, complementing the divine blade perfectly.

Wang Qi was well-versed in the original works of the myriad realms and clearly understood the grudges, affections, and shackles of fate behind this sword technique and this demonic sword.

Bai Xiaolou's love and hate entanglements, the tragic past of listening to the spring rain all night in Xiaolou, and the ferocious demonic nature inherited from the Demonic Sect are all shackles binding the divine weapons and sword techniques.

His fingertips gently traced the inscription "Listening to the spring rain all night in a small building" carved on the blade, his expression indifferent, his tone detached.

"The grudges and entanglements of the mortal world, the shackles of fate, are all irrelevant to me."

"My Dao heart is firm, my spirit is resilient, and the demonic nature of the sword can only be used by me, not disturb my true nature."

The name of the past is too heavy, carrying too many grudges and feuds, and is not suitable for the person he is now.

Gazing at the blade's cold, crescent-moon-like sharpness, and sensing the faint sorrow and desolation within it, Wang Qi nodded slightly and said softly:

"Abandon the old name, establish a new one. From now on, you shall be known as—The Wound of the Moon."

With the name change finalized, he held the chilling Moon Wound in his palm and strode onto the empty beach.

The sea breeze howled, the waves surged, and the open coastline became the perfect place for him to practice his swordsmanship.

Wang Qi opened the "Divine Blade Slash" manual and quickly grasped the essence of the moves. More than 30,000 variations were rapidly dissected, sorted out, and integrated in his mind.

The next instant, a sharp blade flashed, its light crisscrossing the coastline.

The unpredictable swordplay tore through the sea breeze, with layers upon layers of sword shadows filling the sky. The moves were interlocking and continuous, sometimes domineering and fierce, sometimes gentle and mysterious. The demonic sword intent subtly permeated the surrounding area, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to stir.

He wielded the intricate sword techniques with ease, the strange power of the meteorite iron spreading along the blade, a faint sense of mental pressure enveloping the entire cliff.

While practicing his swordsmanship, Wang Qi also worked on the harmony between his own strength and the Moon Wound, gradually absorbing his understanding of the way of the sword.

As the days went by, he honed his divine blade, tempered the wounds of the moon, nurtured the Xuanhuang Bell, and cultivated his spatial and temporal supernatural powers, never neglecting his own cultivation.

Even while he was in seclusion cultivating himself, Wang Qi never forgot his fellow travelers.

Every morning, I would set aside a fixed amount of free time to go to the places where people practiced, patiently guiding them on their understanding of the techniques and pointing out common mistakes in their practice.

He dissects the principles of the Great Dao, explains the differences and secrets of various cultivation methods, and uses his extensive knowledge to pave a solid path for those on the path.

……

The sea breeze howled, and the gleam of the Qingfeng sword rose and fell across the mudflats. Wang Qi repeatedly disassembled, refined, and assimilated more than 30,000 complex sword techniques.

The Moon's Wound blade swirled with the cold light of meteorites, its eerie aura bending the surrounding seaweed and whipping up fine sand.

It swirled into fine dust in the air. His movements were graceful and fluid, his advances and retreats measured, his demonic sword intent restrained and not revealed.

Concentrating only on the blade's edge, despite cultivating a demonic sect's ultimate technique, there was not a trace of violence or loss of control, only the composure of a Dao heart controlling all laws.