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In this situation, Wei Chen himself was unaware of what was happening.
His consciousness had entered an extremely vague state.
He felt as if he were aimlessly drifting in a vast ocean, experiencing both pain and a sense of comfort from the ocean's boundlessness.
He felt as though he were walking among high mountains, surrounded by thorns, enduring hardship, yet feeling completely at ease under the clear skies.
He felt like he was strolling on clouds; amidst the danger, there was also a beauty in the lofty view.
He experienced a myriad of feelings, both positive and negative, alternating between them.
Yet his mind remained calm because he understood the importance of cherishing each moment.
No matter the state he found himself in, he knew he must cherish it.
The torment and suffering would eventually fade away, just as happiness and peace could not last forever.
It was a fixed pattern, a sorrow left by time for everyone.
When life reaches its end and time abruptly halts, perhaps that is when true liberation occurs?
But Wei Chen pondered further: is death truly liberation? A carefree death is no different from a death filled with attachments; the latter is clearly more fortunate than the former.
Wei Chen had no coherent thoughts but felt a strong wave of spiritual awareness. Those waves were undoubtedly brought about by the ethereal energy within his soul.
Under the influence of this ethereal energy, Wei Chen had no idea what he was doing; he could only follow those complex thoughts, wandering aimlessly while quietly enjoying the process.
Along this journey, he witnessed turmoil and separation; he saw families torn apart and glimpsed both others and himself.
He did not know where he had gone or where he was headed, nor when he would be able to stop. He simply walked on without purpose, flowing with nature.
There was no need to force anything or pursue anything deliberately; what was meant to come would always arrive. What was not meant to come would ultimately never arrive.
Wei Chen gradually understood that on the vast road of life, some things are destined.
This thought quickly occupied his mind, causing the ethereal energy within him to no longer surge and expand relentlessly; all progress halted in an instant.
As Wei Chen walked on, he saw a diligent young man practicing earnestly. Despite his poor talent, the boy was serious in every move he made.
That was during his time at the Cloud Spirit Sect, before he had condensed his first Martial Soul—when he was still Wei Chen himself.
Wei Chen asked himself, was reaching this point a matter of fate?
Indeed, it was fate. The appearance of the Demon Lotus Emperor was fate; the subsequent series of events were all part of destiny. His own background and the long passage of time in the Demon Realm were turning points in his fate.
Under normal circumstances, he would have gradually become a powerful figure in the Demon Realm, perhaps even a Dark Mage-level powerhouse, ascending to the position of Dark Demon Emperor and becoming one of the top existences in the realm.
The Demon Realm is the highest-level Spatial Plane, and those at its pinnacle are already the strongest among all Spatial Planes. Compared to the Immortal Emperors of the Nine Immortal Realm, they are on the same level.
Should he be satisfied?
As Wei Chen looked at the boy practicing swordsmanship at Cloud Spirit Sect, his emotions surged. Was it truly fate? In the beginning, he was nothing; he had suffered greatly at Cloud Spirit Sect. If it weren't for Sister Wei Rou, he would have been expelled long ago.
After the emergence of the Demon Lotus Emperor, everything changed—it was a kind of destiny.
But had Wei Chen not worked hard himself?
His efforts and sacrifices were hidden behind him, invisible to ordinary people.
Countless sleepless nights passed while many others slept soundly, enjoyed romantic moments under the moonlight, or indulged in food and fun. Wei Chen himself practiced day and night without rest. He had almost no time to relax, sleep, or play. The circumstances constantly pushed him forward; he dared not stop for a moment.
That was his own effort, unrelated to fate.
That was his own choice, also unrelated to fate.
Wei Chen saw once again that diligent version of himself—the one who existed before the arrival of the Demon Lotus Emperor—how weak and helpless he had been.
The turning point of fate does not begin without reason, nor does it start inexplicably. After enduring oppression, wouldn't anyone else have long since left in despair?
Wei Chen continued to persevere, waiting for his turning point, anticipating the appearance of the Demon Lotus that would completely change his world.
That was not fate; it was himself.
Wei Chen pressed onward. He saw Weirou, who cared for him deeply; he saw Mu Qingyan, who desired nothing from him; he saw the enchanting Elegant; he saw the frail Snow Cicada; he saw the assertive Sea Clan Princess Ji Mei; he saw many people.
The emergence of each individual sent Wei Chen's thoughts soaring, boundless and endless.
Yet the so-called fate had already been cast aside. Although he understood that many things were indeed dictated by fate, without his own efforts, what use was fate?
At this moment, the ethereal energy within Wei Chen's soul began to compress and circulate once more. The Time Martial Soul gradually moved toward successful condensation.
Wei Chen was unaware of all this; he did not even know where he was. He could only continue moving forward, walking and walking.
Finally, Wei Chen reached the end.
He beheld a vast expanse of white. Amidst the white ethereal energy, there was a mingling of blue ethereal energy, creating a stunning landscape. Between the two colors of ethereal energy, he felt the existence of time and space.
The blue ethereal energy represented space.
The white ethereal energy represented time.
As these two colors intertwined, various Spatial Planes unfolded before Wei Chen's eyes.
He ultimately understood that all Spatial Planes were manifestations of time and space.
The intertwining of white and blue created an orderly brilliance. Within this brilliance appeared mountains and flowing water, human settlements, and wildlife in succession.
He finally grasped that the intertwining of the time axis and the space axis formed human gathering places; each Spatial Plane was constructed upon time and space.
Time and space were the foundation of all things—the source of everything—immensely powerful.
Even just standing at a distance and watching, Wei Chen couldn't help but feel tears welling up in his eyes.
He didn't know where the tears were coming from; as he gazed upon the magnificent scene before him, they flowed down uncontrollably.
Was it emotion?
Was it excitement?
Was it shock?
None of those.
It was a primal stirring from deep within his heart.
Suddenly, everything before Wei Chen collapsed with a thunderous roar, and his consciousness returned to his body.
He slowly opened his eyes, two beams of light shooting forth. One was a vibrant blue, representing space. The other was a brilliant white, representing time.
The two beams flickered and vanished in an instant.
Wei Chen himself didn't even notice that wondrous transformation.
"What just happened? Was I dreaming?"
"What a bizarre dream, so vivid! Time and space actually have colors."
"Could those interwoven lines have formed the world?"
As Wei Chen pondered this, the Demon Lotus Emperor suddenly appeared before him, looking utterly astonished.
"Wei Chen, you have condensed the Time Martial Soul?" The Demon Lotus Emperor's voice was filled with disbelief. He could hardly imagine that such a terrifying Martial Soul could be cultivated by Wei Chen in such a short time.
Wei Chen was taken aback, then closed his eyes to look inward. To his astonishment, he saw that his soul was filled with swirling white mist! That sensation in the mist was none other than the Time Martial Soul!
He turned his gaze towards the Earth Soul, which was filled with a vast amount of azure mist.
Wasn't that mist the Spatial Martial Soul?
What surprised Wei Chen the most was that the two different types of mist flowed through his meridians, intertwining and forming the cross-pattern he had seen before.
As soon as the white mist and azure mist met, a marvelous transformation occurred. Wei Chen couldn't quite grasp it, but he vaguely felt something extraordinary slowly coalescing within him.
A look of astonishment crossed Wei Chen's face as he contemplated the possibility. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Could it be that my body is about to form some low-level Spatial Plane?"
Wei Chen sensed that after the white mist and azure mist intertwined, a primal life force began to emerge within his meridians.
Gradually, the two colors of mist spread between his meridians, allowing them to connect seamlessly, with energy flowing effortlessly between them.
Had all Eight Extraordinary Meridians been completely opened?
Wei Chen was overjoyed. Even if there were no other effects, simply having all Eight Extraordinary Meridians open would bring endless benefits to his future cultivation. Not only that, but every single acupoint in his body—over four hundred of them—had also been opened by the two colors of mist. The azure and white mists had transformed into protective energies for those acupoints, closely adhering to their walls.
Though it seemed like an eternity, only a few breaths had actually passed.
With all the acupoints and meridians opened, an integrated whole was constructed under the influence of the azure and white mists. All the energy within Wei Chen suddenly erupted, circulating in a specific pattern that mirrored what he had seen in his earlier "dream" of the Spatial Plane.
The energy crisscrossing within Wei Chen brought forth even more Vitality. The primal life force became increasingly evident.
Even the Demon Lotus Emperor, who was incredibly familiar to Wei Chen, sensed everything being born within him.
The Demon Lotus Emperor was left speechless. What on earth was happening?
He "saw" that inside Wei Chen, it was as if a loom was weaving tightly, with countless threads of azure and white crisscrossing everywhere. Meanwhile, all other types of Soul Power were being twisted and melted down into the most primal form of Vitality.
The Demon Lotus Emperor stared at Wei Chen in shock and stammered, "Wei... Wei Chen... you... you’ve actually formed a Time Martial Soul?"
Wei Chen furrowed his brow and said helplessly, "I don't know either. There are many inexplicable things inside me."
"Paralyze, what do you mean by inexplicable? Inside you, a Spatial Plane is being constructed, creating an inner world! Paralyze, how did you manage this? My goodness, how on earth did you do it?"
The Demon Lotus Emperor was so agitated that he held his head and began to cry, squatting on the ground and sobbing uncontrollably.
It was pure excitement.
He was well-informed and deeply understood what the things inside Wei Chen represented!
Powerful, immensely powerful!
Terrifying, incredibly terrifying!
To construct a Spatial Plane—was that still human? Even the strongest Western Buddha in the Nine Immortal Realm didn't possess such abilities!
Only gods from legends could shape a new world!
Gods, the gods from legends!
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