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"Forget it, thinking about these things now is useless. At that time, even if I had immediately known he was a Demon God, I would have probably agreed to this deal anyway," Ren Pingsheng said with a wry smile. As he mentioned before, to survive, he would agree to any condition.
"A Demon God is a being more terrifying than a Divine-Level Expert. If he makes a move, then this Spatial Turbulence is probably nothing to fear." Once he realized this, he finally set aside his worries, knowing that he was truly saved this time.
"Spatial Turbulence, I should have seen it for the second time now!" Ren Pingsheng said, gazing at the constantly flashing Silver cracks outside, somewhat lost in thought.
When he traveled from Xiangzhou to Jizhou using the long-distance Teleportation Array, he had encountered Spatial Turbulence in the transmission passage. He clearly remembered that an Elder from the Sidu Family had mentioned that this transmission passage was created by those who had cultivated Spatial Law.
"Spatial Law? Spatial Profound Meaning? Spatial Realm?" Ren Pingsheng's heart stirred as he looked at the Silver cracks flashing outside, which were completely identical.
He had pondered this question while in the transmission passage. Space and time are the two most difficult concepts to comprehend and also the most powerful rules, but that doesn't mean they cannot be understood. Everything is achieved step by step. Just like the Rule of Wind, it is gradually comprehended from Wind Realm and Wind's Essence.
The same goes for Spatial Law; as long as he can comprehend Spatial Realm, he believes that understanding Spatial Law is only a matter of time. Although he didn't know how to comprehend Spatial Realm, he was certain that the Spatial Turbulence outside could help him.
In simple terms, these are just the manifestation of Spatial Law. Since they are manifestations of Spatial Law, they naturally include relatively simple and fundamental Spatial Profound Meaning and Spatial Realm.
"Haha, perhaps this time it's my fortune. Whether I can comprehend Spatial Realm depends on this opportunity." Ren Pingsheng's face lit up with joy as he immediately calmed his mind and focused on observing the Silver cracks outside.
Now his injuries had been mostly healed by the blood-red light; only some minor wounds remained, which wouldn't hinder him further.
This Spatial Turbulence was filled with flickering Silver Space cracks, adding a touch of charm to the desolate darkness. It resembled a dark night sky with shooting stars occasionally streaking across; however, here the shooting stars seemed too dense and were everywhere.
"Bang bang..." The continuous sounds of impact echoed against the Blood-red Barrier; it was the collision between Space Rifts and the Blood-red Barrier. There were too many Space Rifts here, and their speed was terrifying—there was simply no way to avoid them.
The Blood-red Barrier carried Ren Pingsheng through this lonely Spatial Turbulence, seemingly aimless. However, upon closer observation, one could see that the Blood-red Barrier seemed to be moving in a specific direction; it was just hard to tell in this vast and boundless Spatial Turbulence.
"Spatial Realm... No, it still feels like I have no clue. It seems that just looking with my eyes isn't enough." After an unknown amount of time, Ren Pingsheng sat cross-legged and suddenly shook his head while softly muttering to himself. His eyes were fixed on the outside, filled with hesitation.
"As long as I don't die, what does all this pain matter? If I miss this opportunity, I'm afraid there won't be another chance like this in the future." Gritting his teeth, he made a decision and began to release strands of consciousness outward.
Because he had only been observing with his eyes for so long, he had gained almost nothing. For a martial artist like him, understanding things still relied on spiritual perception. However, this was Spatial Turbulence, and once his spiritual perception extended out, it was likely to be immediately shredded. The pain from such spiritual damage was even more terrifying.
Yet, despite this, Ren Pingsheng still proceeded to comprehend the Spatial Realm. Just as a wisp of his spiritual perception cautiously extended beyond the Blood-red Barrier, a Silver crack flashed by. In an instant, that wisp of spiritual perception shattered into fragments, which were then further torn into even smaller pieces until they completely vanished.
"Ah..." Ren Pingsheng inside the Blood-red Barrier suddenly clutched his head and groaned in pain. Even though he moved quickly, his spiritual perception had endured dozens of cuts. If it had only been once, he was confident he could maintain his composure, but the accumulation of dozens of pains was terrifying enough to chill him to the bone.
"Damn it! This is too horrifying!" He screamed while continuously pounding his head, as if that would alleviate some of the pain. At that moment, his face was as pale as paper, his mind dizzy, and he was drenched in cold sweat, looking somewhat dazed. Eventually, he fainted from the pain.
"Ha... this Spatial Turbulence is indeed terrifying!" When he woke up, he still felt a dull ache in his head, causing him to grimace for quite a while before recovering.
About an hour later, he finally managed to recover. When he looked at the Space cracks flashing outside, his eyes were filled with fear.
"If I don't go mad, I won't survive! Let's continue!" He gritted his teeth and extended his spiritual perception again. The bone-deep pain surged back, chilling him to the core with an indescribable agony. He managed to endure for a few moments before proudly fainting again.
When he woke up again, it took another struggle before he could ease the pain. Each time he persevered through it, he felt as if he had been washed clean by water. Even when he was unconscious, he continued to scream in agony; however, in that state of unconsciousness, how could he know?
"Yes, this is the feeling I need to hold onto." After retracting his spiritual perception this time, Ren Pingsheng shouted loudly as boundless pain surged back. Yet he gritted his teeth and held on without fainting. At that moment, he sensed a peculiar wave within his spiritual perception left by the Space cracks.
Unfortunately, this peculiar wave existed for only a short time. He could only comprehend it during that brief moment when his spiritual perception was retracted. Once he fainted again, he could no longer feel it. Thus, he kept pushing himself to grasp this hard-won sensation. He believed that from this peculiar wave, he could definitely comprehend the Spatial Realm.
"Damn it!" This time he only lasted two breaths before fainting again. When he woke up, that feeling had long since vanished.
"I can't take it anymore; I need to rest before continuing." After more than ten attempts like this, even Ren Pingsheng, no matter how resolute, began to struggle. Each time felt like being cut into a thousand pieces—something no ordinary person could endure. The key was that this was a thousand cuts to the spirit rather than the body; it was a hundred times more painful.
He closed his eyes and began practicing the Soul Refinement Technique. The consumption of his spiritual perception over these days had left his Sea of Consciousness considerably depleted. As the Soul Refinement Technique operated continuously, a gray whirlwind spun around him as countless Gray Mist surged from afar—torn from above the Gray Clouds.
At this moment, his Soul Refinement Technique had already begun cultivating its fifth layer. He had long since broken through the Fourth Layer, and there were no obstacles left in his cultivation; as long as he comprehended it fully, he could directly become a King-Level Martial Artist. Now for this fifth layer of the Soul Refinement Technique, breaking through required devouring fifty-four Gray Clouds. Completing this would likely take a considerable amount of time.
"Continue!" In this desolate turbulence where time seemed irrelevant, when Ren Pingsheng felt nearly recovered again, he mustered up courage to comprehend the Spatial Realm. Thus began the previous scene once more: gritting his teeth as he extended his spiritual perception outwards while contorting his face and maintaining a pale complexion amidst screams of agony.
This scene continued to unfold without pause. From initially being able to endure only two breaths at first, Ren Pingsheng gradually found himself able to last longer each time.
Although he was buried in pain each time and fainted, he gained some insights amidst those wonderful fluctuations, as if the goal was no longer very far away.
"What exactly is Space? What is the Spatial Realm?" Ren Pingsheng sat there in a daze, murmuring to himself. Looking at the Space rifts flashing in the distance, he seemed to understand something, yet felt a sense of confusion.
"Space Rift, a terrifying attack. The Spatial Realm should also possess terrifying offensive power; at least it should have such terrifying potential. So I will aim for the Space Rift, but the emergence of the Space Rift is caused by the vibrations of Space, until the vibrations become intense enough to produce a Space Rift."
Ren Pingsheng's eyes suddenly lit up as he continued to think, "The Spatial Realm is this medium that can merge into Space and easily trigger vibrations in Space. The Spatial Realm I need to comprehend is just like this. This is my goal, a temporary goal I need to understand."
With this clarity, he became even more frantic, not only trying to comprehend those wonderful fluctuations but also attempting to understand how Space vibrated at the moment the Space rift appeared.
At this point, it became even more difficult because he had to actively engage with the Space Rift and persist within it. The pain endured was far more terrifying than before. It wasn't just dozens of instances of damage; it was hundreds or thousands of instances of instantaneous damage.
Because of this, at the beginning, his spirit nearly collapsed. That kind of pain made him faint instantly, let alone comprehend anything.
However, he stubbornly persisted. If one attempt failed, he would try ten times; if ten times failed, then a hundred or a thousand times. He continued to endure through this almost unbearable pain, managing to hold on even if it was just for one or two breaths, which brought him immense joy.
As the saying goes, where there’s a will, there’s a way; those who work hard will not be let down by heaven. Ren Pingsheng finally grasped the mystery of the Space Rift, understood that wonderful fluctuation, and learned how vibrations could instantaneously create Space rifts.
"The Spatial Realm is actually like this!" Ren Pingsheng said with a pale face. At this moment, he looked much thinner and more haggard than before. Yet his spirit seemed exceptionally good; his eyes were bright and shining intensely.
As he whispered softly, a silver light flickered on his right fingertip, sending forth a marvelous wave. Then layers of ripples began to ripple outwards. Although no Space rift appeared, upon careful sensing, one could discover that this wave perfectly merged with the fluctuations before the emergence of the Space Rift in Spatial Turbulence.
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