Chapter 600: Main Text 600. Four Months, New Ultimate Killing Move (2)

Book 600. Four Months, a New Ultimate Killing Technique (2)

Several cosmic months slipped by in the blink of an eye.

Inside the *Xingling Flower* starship, within a certain lounge chamber—

A figure flickered violently across the vast space, radiating silver-white light.

He appeared and vanished at random corners of the room, as if teleporting without warning.

At times, he left behind countless silver-white afterimages, streaking through the air like shattered mirrors.

The entire chamber warped and twisted, as though invisible, viscous substances had been spilled into the atmosphere—thick, clinging, suffocating.

Finally, the figure stilled.

A tall, strikingly handsome young man emerged from the distortion.

Lu Sheng.

“Four cosmic months have passed.”

He raised his hand, glancing at the chronometer embedded in his wrist communicator, lost in silent contemplation.

The cataclysm destined to engulf the entire Tian She Star System…

Was now less than four years away.

Time was tightening like a noose.

“Before the Darkside Universe breaches this cosmos through the ‘747’ fissure on the Azure Planet, I still have barely four cosmic years left to strengthen myself.”

“And yet, I am only at Level Twelve.”

“So…”

“Is time enough?”

Lu Sheng’s expression grew intricate, layered with doubt.

He did not know the answer.

The countdown to annihilation pressed upon him like a death warrant, urging him forward—faster, ever faster.

Though his progress had already defied belief—so swift it would leave even the most seasoned warriors speechless—

Lu Sheng still felt… insufficient.

He needed to accelerate.

Even more.

“Over these four cosmic months, I have nearly mastered the application of Spatial Law Force—

able to wield it fluidly, even in actual combat.”

During this period, his primary focus had been refining *single-target spatial translocation*, integrating it seamlessly into battle as evasive footwork.

“Now, against anyone below Level Fourteen, no one should be able to strike me directly, lock onto my form, or match my speed.”

As for those above Level Fourteen?

He had never faced them head-on; their true capabilities remained unknown, unconfirmed.

Within the Dreamspace Universe, there *were* zombie cultivators at Level Fourteen.

But the higher the martial realm, the more severely power dissipated upon death.

The stronger the being, the less reliable their remains became as benchmarks.

Most crucially—

In the Dreamspace Universe, if he truly wished to flee, the zombie masters would never pursue him.

Thus, Lu Sheng remained uncertain just how formidable his current evasion capability truly was.

Yet he understood Level Thirteen cultivators well enough.

He held absolute confidence: no Level Thirteen martial artist could possibly keep pace with him.

What speed could surpass spatial translocation itself?

Only an opponent who likewise commanded Spatial Law Force.

“As for offensive applications of Spatial Law Force…”

Using Primordial Force as foundation, Lu Sheng had deduced a devastating ultimate technique centered on Spatial Law.

The Five Elements Laws followed suit.

All tested within the Dreamspace Universe—each unleashing destruction exceeding stellar-scale magnitude.

Just as he had foreseen:

“Ice-Extreme Solar Flare” had already been surpassed—and rendered obsolete—before ever seeing daylight.

“Especially that technique forged upon the Five Elements Law framework… its power far eclipsed even Spatial Law itself.”

Recalling that single strike he once attempted, Lu Sheng still felt ripples of awe shudder through his core.

“No wonder the Five Elements are called the bedrock—individually, each holds modest might, but when harmonized, they trigger a qualitative leap!”

It nearly shattered his understanding of Level Thirteen entirely.

Of course, unleashing that blow had drained nearly every ounce of strength from all five million five hundred thousand immortal cells in his body—a cost bordering on catastrophic.

“Unless absolutely necessary, I will not use it lightly.”

More critically, this ultimate killing technique was driven by the Five Elements Law Force at its core.

Which meant: the stronger the five foundational laws, the greater the technique’s destructive potential would swell in tandem.

Over these four cosmic months, Lu Sheng had hunted and inherited four additional derivative laws falling under the Five Elements umbrella—

joining the Ice Law he’d possessed earlier—to fully saturate the Five Elements framework.

Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth—their collective potency surged dramatically.

Thus, this ultimate technique, now encompassing ten distinct law forces, leapt to an entirely new tier of devastation.

“If I continue augmenting it like this…”

“Even if, four years from now, my martial cultivation hasn’t reached Level Fifteen—or even Level Fourteen—

with this single technique, I may yet turn the tide.”

Lu Sheng’s eyes blazed with sudden intensity, as if a man groping blindly through darkness had at last seized a flickering flame—his steps forward now resolute, unwavering.

“The only regret,” he murmured, a faint shadow of disappointment softening his features, “is that the power of the Time Law leaves no trace, no clue.”

With a light snap of his fingers, he relaxed his posture.

Instantly, towering skyscrapers erupted from the vast emptiness around him.

Before Lu Sheng, a bustling cityscape unfolded—streets teeming with vehicles and pedestrians, ceaseless, vibrant, alive.

Had any of Lu Sheng’s friends from Azure Star been present, they would have recognized it instantly:

This scene was an exact replica of Baihe City, Dongning Province, in the eastern region of Long Kingdom on Azure Star.

Directly opposite him stood a school.

Above its entrance hung the sign: *Baihe City No. 3 Senior High School*.

Students clad in blue-and-white uniforms spilled out, laughing, jostling, their voices bright and careless.

They walked straight toward Lu Sheng—yet just before contact, they parted effortlessly, flowing around him like water around a submerged stone.

Lu Sheng stood rooted in the current of humanity, an unyielding reef against the tide—utterly alien, utterly apart, as though belonging to a world severed from theirs.

Because

none of it was real.

It was a simulation—crafted by the chamber from Lu Sheng’s own memories.

Over these four cosmic months, whenever exhaustion weighed upon him, he would summon this fragment of memory: Baihe City, Azure Star.

His homeworld—a planet fated to be the first consumed by the coming cataclysm.

Each second that passed stole another second from its dwindling lifespan.

Lu Sheng could not linger. He could only preserve this memory, however fleetingly, lest it fade too soon.

He followed the crowd into a café across from No. 3 Senior High, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat in quiet stillness—resuming the thought he’d left unfinished moments ago.

“Because the Dreamspace Universe is dead.

Time has long since ceased to flow.

So even if the power of the Time Law once existed within it… it is now utterly gone.”

Lu Sheng had found a plausible explanation—at least, one that satisfied reason.

In truth, he’d never truly expected to find traces of the Time Law.

Time’s essence was too profound, too transcendent.

Space, at least, could be grasped, measured, mapped.

But time? It remained wholly intangible, imperceptible—beyond reach, beyond sense.

As he pondered—

*Beep-beep-beep—*

A rapid series of alerts chimed from the communicator on his wrist.

Lu Sheng lifted his hand, glanced at the display—and his face lit with unmistakable, radiant joy.

“Four cosmic months… finally, contact.”

Without hesitation, he accepted the incoming signal.

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