Creating Heavenly Laws

Chapter 719

In the shadowed rift between dimensions.

Qianmian Chuan and Ling Han Gui, two time beings, watched from afar.

“Qianmian Chuan, is that your ally? Impressive.” Ling Han Gui glanced at the enormous face beside them.

Qianmian Chuan shook his head.

“I don’t know him.”

In truth, he had wondered whether the helper had been summoned by Ling Han Gui instead.

But judging from Ling Han Gui’s earlier reaction, it was clear he hadn’t been prepared at all—he had even attacked Lin Yuan first.

So Qianmian Chuan didn’t bother to ask.

“You don’t know him?” Ling Han Gui didn’t doubt it.

At the thirteenth rank, deception was almost impossible.

He’d only asked casually, not expecting a definite answer anyway.

After all, if Qianmian Chuan truly had an ally of that caliber, he would have revealed it outright.

Ling Han Gui would’ve gladly withdrawn, sparing them both from wasting effort.

“Who would have thought, after all the ages we planned, neither of us would end up with that special Nightmare Fruit.”

Qianmian Chuan’s tone carried a trace of resignation.

For this single day, he had observed billions of possible future timelines.

In the end, he’d calculated a sixty-percent chance of claiming that special fruit for himself.

To have sixty percent odds in a struggle between time beings—that was already extraordinary.

“A future timeline even I couldn’t see… that’s no ordinary thing.”

Ling Han Gui’s voice grew heavier.

Time beings might have difficulty peering into each other’s timelines, but it was rarely this vague.

“Either his strength is close to the thirteenth-rank peak… or he’s tied to a Time Lord by deep cause and effect—and that Lord was willing to pay a price to shield his future.”

Qianmian Chuan nodded. “Whichever it is, we’d best stay out of it.”

In the mysterious dimensional gaps, if time beings were the giants, then the Time Lords were the absolute rulers.

Each Time Lord governed a vast region of the rift, with countless time beings choosing to follow them.

After all, Time Lords could see deeper, further into the future—and their guidance was priceless.

“But why would a being of that level care about a Nightmare Fruit—and even intervene personally?”

Ling Han Gui couldn’t make sense of it. Unable to see that part of time, he couldn’t analyze Lin Yuan’s true motive.

“Who cares.”

Qianmian Chuan shook his head, his massive face fading away.

Ling Han Gui pondered for a moment, then also withdrew his presence.

To the lofty time beings, a treasure as rare as the Nightmare Fruit, was still nothing more than a part of some grand scheme. Success was pleasant, failure insignificant.

Not far away.

On the towering Nightmare Tree, the countless members of the Nightmare Clan finally dared lift their heads. Seeing the empty rift, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

“The great time beings have departed.”

The Nightmare clansmen began to murmur among themselves.

To the time beings, they were nothing but ants—wiped away at a whim.

“The ten-thousand-meter Nightmare Fruit was taken by the great time beings.”

“I think the last one took it.”

“The first two didn’t pursue.”

They whispered cautiously. Even mentioning such great existences required care—they dared not speak names.

Far away—

Lin Yuan came to a stop.

“They didn’t follow?”

He glanced behind him.

In the many future timelines he had glimpsed, with the blessing of a Lord’s authority, once he seized the Nightmare Fruit, the two time beings would not dare pursue.

The fruit was precious, yes, but chasing a thirteenth-rank being whose future they couldn’t see? No time being would risk that.

Time beings excelled at weighing pros and cons; they never acted on impulse. Every decision was deliberate.

Of course—

Even though Lin Yuan was almost certain they wouldn’t chase—

He still made a contingency plan.

If those two really did come after him recklessly...

“Then I’ll just hand it back.”

He thought to himself.

Time beings didn’t do meaningless things.

At worst, he’d return the fruit and let them fight over it again.

It wouldn’t cost him anything.

He’d only taken it to test his hand, anyway.

Failure was expected.

Success, though—that meant immense gain.

“I’m back.”

Lin Yuan’s true body soon returned to the Chaos Void.

He brought back everything his Tai Chi Primordial Spirit had gathered over centuries of travel.

“So many spoils.”

His mood was bright.

Beyond the precious Nightmare Fruit, there were countless dimensional treasures collected by the Tai Chi Primordial Spirit.

To true thirteenth-rank time beings, they were hardly worth noticing.

But Lin Yuan wasn’t yet thirteenth rank.

And his fortune had suddenly multiplied dozens of times. Naturally, he was pleased.

“When the Tai Chi Primordial Spirit returns, I can start opening an infinite particle world within the Primordial Spirit itself.” Lin Yuan, now wealthy, no longer cared to limit creation to his main body.

The Primordial Spirit’s strength was part of his own; the stronger it grew, the stronger he became.

“Some leftover materials could go into the Human Civilization treasury—for evolvers to exchange.” he mused.

To him, such scraps were useless—barely enough to form a single particle world.

But to human evolvers, they’d be treasures beyond imagination, legendary relics.

Even for twelfth-rank evolvers, such things were unheard of.

Even a Chaos Great Saint would rarely reach the dimensional gaps where Lin Yuan had just been.

This haul came from regions those Supreme Saints could never reach.

“The Nightmare Fruit.”

Lin Yuan’s gaze fell on his greatest prize.

For thirteenth-rank time beings, even this fruit was something to covet.

The fact that both Qianmian Chuan and Ling Han Gui had schemed for it said everything.

Time beings had lofty tastes—something without immense worth wouldn’t move them to act.

And peering into future timelines consumed great effort. To observe so many for the sake of one fruit was already no small price.

“Refine it.”

Without hesitation, Lin Yuan began.

A treasure like the Nightmare Fruit was best used on oneself.

Selling it would only happen once it was useless to him—and even then, only to his own kind.

Buzzing softly, Lin Yuan’s consciousness sank into layer after layer of nightmare.

Each nightmare honed his mind and will, forcing rapid growth where once there had been stagnation.

While refining the fruit, he also studied the six other thirteenth-rank inheritances created by ‘Mo Xu Jun’.

These six, alongside Infinite Void, represented Mo Xu Jun’s own vision of the path toward becoming a Time Lord.

“Soul Mirage Realm?”

Lin Yuan spent a few days and fully grasped it.

At his level, these six ultimate inheritances offered little true advancement.

His Infinite Sand Particle Worlds had already pushed soul and will to perfection; the gains now were small.

Still, they served as valuable reference.

“Mo Xu Jun’s path holds great potential. If he ever becomes a Time Lord, he’d be among the stronger ones.”

Lin Yuan judged silently.

But achieving balance in all seven aspects and using them to transcend into Lordhood—was no easy feat.

Infinite Void, Soul Mirage Realm, and the rest all required the creation of a theoretical seventh layer.

Mo Xu Jun hadn’t managed even one. He remained far from true Lordhood.

“Mind and will? Soul? Body and strength?”

Lin Yuan pondered deeply, integrating the essence of all six paths into his own.

In his second Source World.

He sat cross-legged.

“Martial Dao…”

His gaze was deep, fixed upon the vast Source World.

Ten thousand years ago, when he traded with the Eternal Sect, one term was that his Martial Evolution Path would be spread there.

Though that world had suffered from a demonic calamity, cutting its cultivator population drastically.

It was still a full Source World.

After millennia of recovery, Martial Dao had flourished among the great sects.

Countless practitioners walked the path, strengthening the ‘anchor’.

“The other two true bodies have already completed their Infinite Particle Worlds. Infinite Void’s sixth layer is fully mastered. All that’s left is the third level of the Chaos Tai Chi Dao—then I can attempt the thirteenth rank.”

Lin Yuan thought to himself.

The test of entering the thirteenth rank—the time loop—was something even he couldn’t foresee.

Time loops involved the supreme laws of endless dimensions, at least equivalent to a fourteenth-rank force.

Those laws veiled the process entirely.

No thirteenth-rank could pierce that veil.

If they could, time beings wouldn’t be so rare.

“With my current preparations, I’m more than ready.”

His confidence was unshakable.

Across the Chaos Void, the First and Second Source Worlds—countless Martial Dao cultivators formed the foundation of his anchor.

Beyond those, there were the lesser dimensions he had once transmigrated to, where Martial Dao had also spread far and wide.

He had mastered all paths under heaven; understanding one allowed him to understand all. Even new trials could be swiftly overcome.

And with his command of the essence of runes—thought became sigil, and even within a time loop, he could still act.

“Maybe that’s why my breakthrough to the thirteenth rank is almost guaranteed.”

He reflected quietly.

Beyond the Chaos Void.

In the mysterious dimensional gap.

After hundreds of years of travel, the Tai Chi Primordial Spirit finally arrived at the site of the Yin-Yang Life-Bloom.

“No timelines show any time beings interfering. Perfect.”

Lin Yuan gazed ahead.

Before him rose a colossal iceberg radiating pure Yin frost—cold enough to freeze even a perfected Chaos Great Saint.

Beside it, a crimson volcano roared, surging with boundless Yang flames.

The two extremes clashed and intertwined, forming a region of perfect Yin-Yang balance.

Here, Yin was Yang—

And Yang was Yin.

“The dimensional gap truly is wondrous.”

Lin Yuan marveled. Such large-scale coexistence of Yin and Yang was an incredible sight.

Though Yin and Yang both arose from Chaos, these opposite forces rarely coexisted without deliberate control.

His own Tao of Tai Chi had formed only after fully mastering the Infinite Yin and Infinite Yang, evolving through countless transmigrations.

This phenomenon wasn’t identical to the Tao of Tai Chi, yet it mirrored it in many ways—offering profound insight.

“The Yin-Yang Life-Bloom grows right where ice and fire meet.”

He looked toward the intersection of Yin and Yang, where a flower radiating both forces slowly bloomed.

Around it, the iceberg and volcano had birthed many native lifeforms—beings of pure Yin and pure Yang, powerful enough to survive in places that would annihilate a Supreme Saint.

“Time to act.”

To be cautious, Lin Yuan once again reviewed numerous future timelines.

The two mountains hadn’t reached the thirteenth rank; time beings wouldn’t bother with them.

But since their nature mirrored his own path—and because they were formed by fragments of supreme law within the rift—they were useful to him.

Whoosh—

Lin Yuan extended his hand.

Toward the distant peaks.

Within the iceberg and volcano—

Countless Yin and Yang creatures looked fervently toward the intersection.

“The Sacred Flower! The Sacred Flower blooms!”

They shouted in awe at the blooming Yin-Yang Life-Bloom, their sacred object embodying the balance of their world.

Then—

They felt the skies of the dimensional gap darken.

A vast hand, large enough to shroud the heavens, reached slowly toward the mountains.

The overwhelming cold and heat around them meant nothing before that hand.

When Lin Yuan withdrew his right hand, the towering iceberg and volcano floated obediently in his palm.

The Yin-Yang Life-Bloom was his.

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