Stronger from Earth

Chapter 223 222: Tower of Space-Time

What is the soul composed of, and what state is the Primordial Spirit? Wang Xuan couldn't fully grasp it yet, only feeling infinite golden light, carrying vitality and masculine energy.

The Primordial Spirit is eternal, living for ten thousand years; cultivators not only fear the decay of their flesh bodies but also dread the extinction of their souls.

His consciousness immersed in the Primordial Spirit Sword, as if shuttling through a pure golden energy body, finally seeing the existence of the accelerator in the core of it.

It was a tower, an exceptionally tall tower.

Even though it was hosted in his Primordial Spirit, it seemed infinitely grand, and the moment he saw it, even the cosmos became small in comparison.

Like a Divine Dragon, it could grow or shrink; when large, it roams the heavens and earth, when small, it nestles in the dust, its power boundless.

Step by step approaching the Jade Tower, yet no matter how much he walked, he was thousands of miles away, too far apart.

The Jade Tower had countless layers, overall forming an octagon, with raised edges and perched on the flying eaves sat one majestic Divine Beast after another.

The radiant Jade Tower was so splendid, Wang Xuan had never seen something so beautiful, unmatched by anything forged by nature.

Struggling to move forward, he finally got closer and saw clearer.

This Jade Tower dazzled people, constantly rotating, with each layer ceaselessly moving, countless possible combinations, eternally fascinating.

"It isn't tangible," Wang Xuan examined for a moment and finally came to this conclusion.

Observing from afar, his eyes dazzled by the Jade Tower's brilliance, only closer did he discover the Jade Tower was both solid and illusionary, like a human's soul.

At the moment of truly touching this destiny, Wang Xuan understood deeply that the accelerator wasn't some system breaking logic-breaking many theorems, but such a tower!

Upon first glance, four words floated in his heart: Tower of Space-Time.

Its name is the Tower of Space-Time, a supreme treasure involving time and space, originating unknown, its level also unknown.

At least to Wang Xuan's knowledge, it was beyond understanding.

"Unfortunately, it's incomplete," Wang Xuan sighed.

The body of the Tower of Space-Time was nowhere to be found; currently within his Primordial Spirit was only the Tower Spirit, and only the part involving time.

"It probably remains in that formidable battlefield relic." His heart settled; perhaps he only obtained a part, yet the other parts someday he would acquire.

Even a part of the Tower Spirit was so strong, Wang Xuan couldn't imagine its full strength.

Suddenly, Wang Xuan recalled he used to think it was a system, only now realizing he read too many novels.

"Maybe this artifact spirit fragment is an unimaginable system," this thought rose again, feeling not impossible.

"Calling you an 'accelerator' in the past sounds harsh; let's change it to 'Time Spirit' as sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't." Wang Xuan laughed, without source power it truly didn't work.

At this moment, the ancestor of the three veins of Immortal Martial Mountain, this Half-Step Immortal, suddenly cast his gaze over, his consciousness lingering upon Wang Xuan's Primordial Spirit, instantly seeing a pair of eyes enormous as stars.

These terrifying eyes were so sharp, coming from a Half-Step Immortal, such a powerful being could extinguish stars with a single hand, unimaginably strong.

His gaze swept across, directly penetrating Wang Xuan's Primordial Spirit, perceiving clearly the situation in the Sea of Consciousness and Flesh Body, each cell thoroughly understood, yet he didn't find the presence of the Tower of Space-Time at all, as if it didn't exist at this time point.

"Strange."

The Third Master shook his head; by what means Wang Xuan broke free of confinement and what treasures he obtained, he truly didn't see.

"His foundation is better than most mountain gate disciples, the Primordial Golden Core unique, the Mixed Element Martial Scripture seems well-practiced.

So young yet already cultivated the Primordial Spirit, this Primordial Spirit, huh?"

He looked at the complex array map on Wang Xuan's Primordial Spirit and the endless mysterious runes, astonished; such mystery left him perplexed, the array map and runes' level worth pondering.

Moreover, the piece of jade in his dantian was invaluable, even in True Immortal's eyes a treasure, how Wang Xuan got it was truly unknown.

"This mischievous child," he could only attribute Wang Xuan's achievements to talent, the jade, and the mystery within the Primordial Spirit.

Wang Xuan smiled happily, even a Half-Step Immortal couldn't detect the Time Spirit, proving its presence was indeed extraordinary.

He understood the mountain gate elders never inquire into the juniors' fate, yet not coveting doesn't mean knowing nothing.

Otherwise, if acquiring some Demon God relic, Evil God inheritance, or controlled by Otherworld powers, disciples accidentally going astray would be unwise; hence suitable probing is necessary, for safety's sake.

He stayed at Immortal Martial Mountain for so long, wandered around Hong Xuanji, such a strong person several times; only two outcomes were possible.

Either the Time Spirit was already discovered, or it was never exposed.

This conclusion made him fearless; the golden cage set by the Third Master was effortlessly broken.

If you know you know, anyway someone already knows. If you don't know, all the better, because you don't know.

Above him surged vast Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, Mixed Element Martial Scripture, and Divine Elephant Golden Bell Shield advanced daily; though pressed down by the Mountain Seal, flat on his back, he could cultivate quite satisfactorily.

Pushing hard, the Mountain Seal didn't budge; his strength couldn't move such a mountain at all.

With a head and half a body exposed, laying a mat under his head, Wang Xuan could still surf the internet, chat, and read books, seemingly worse off than Zhao Hao, but actually more free.

Chatting with family, occasionally looking for Lin Cheng, bored then writing something; he recalled his unfinished internet novel Era King was yet to be completed.

With his mindset and speed, finishing a million words in a few hours was effortless, completing it leisurely, no longer a eunuch status.

Glancing at private messages, Little Fox Tu Yingying had left another message.

"Locked up for a year, terribly miserable, I finally got out," followed by an emoticon of a rolling little fox.

The last friend request had been accepted, Wang Xuan now contacted Tu Yingying, initiating video communication.

"Fox Spirit, you look somewhat haggard," Wang Xuan glancing noticed Tu Yingying's condition was not great.

To this day he remembered, Tu Yingying transformed into Fox Lady's form: a young woman with fluffy ears, a fluffy fox tail, swaying over her snowy, jade-like skin.

That blend of purity and allure, the appearance and figure of the Fox Lady who bewitched the kingdom, now bore a faint paleness, instantly evoking sympathy.

As a member of the Tushan Cyan Fox lineage, she was born with stunning beauty, carrying captivating fragrance, every move able to stir a man's heart.

Whenever he saw Tu Yingying, Wang Xuan would think of Daji, the Fox Demon in legends who made King Zhou love the beauty not the kingdom, thus the term fox spirit took on other meanings.

The young lady appeared haggard, evidently enduring hard days being confined, as she mentioned.

Tu Yingying was ravenously eating, replenishing blood and Qi, her cheeks bulging adorably.

"Meeting me and calling me a fox spirit, I didn't seduce anyone, I'm a Fox Immortal not a Fox Demon," she pouted.