Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 644 - 644 153 Power of Time_4

644: Chapter 153: Power of Time_4 644: Chapter 153: Power of Time_4 She has the authority to enter!

The ice sculpture was placed on the other side of the hall, farthest from the stone sculptures.

Qing turned to the Spirit Immortal Sword and said, “Those stone sculptures are all my benefactors, do not disturb them, and definitely do not shatter them.”

Similar in appearance to Ya Ya, this sword spirit was somewhat mischievous.

The sword spirit humphed at him and dived into the Immortal Sword, as the sound of the sword ringing resonated, sheathing beside Su Huanian with a whoosh.

A streak of icy intent flashed along the sword, and with Su Huanian, it too turned into an ice sculpture, with the essence of ice and snow permeating the hall.

Then, with a soft chime of the sword, Qing actually understood the meaning within the sword’s ring: Who has the time to mess around with you?

I still have to help my master in advancing!

Su He was rendered speechless.

“Yes, yes, you are a sword with important tasks!” He smiled, walked out of the hall, and once again dove under the hall, lifting it up and flying towards the canyon where the other half of the hall was located.

It did not take long to arrive.

Flying in the sky, looking downward, the canyon was deep and narrow, as if filled with condensed sword intent.

An eerie feeling rose in Su He’s heart.

Could it be that this canyon was created by a single sword strike?

The original hall was right here, and then Tan Tai Immortal Sovereign came and with one strike, he split the hall into two halves.

One half fell into the canyon created by the strike, while the other half was blasted away, falling into a lake tens of thousands of miles away.

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed.

Su He, carrying the hall, descended into the canyon, flattened the ground, placed the hall down, adjusted the posture of the two halves of the hall, and joined them together.

The hall seemed to have magnets within it, attracting each other, and with a thunderous bang, they collided and joined seamlessly.

From within the hall came an astonished cry of a toad: “Holy shit!”

Su He flashed into the hall and saw that in the joined hall, a pool of water was stirred as though activated, squirming.

A mortuary bed appeared on the surface of the water, the type used to lay out corpses.

A shadowy figure was slowly appearing on the mortuary bed; the figure was the image of Su He’s past life.

It was the same appearance that Su He had seen in White Spirit calculations before, lacking in much hair, lying there quietly.

An odd Tao rhythm emanated from the shadowy figure.

Su He could feel that it was neither a treasure nor a Formation mechanism.

It was simply that the corpse from his past life had lain here too long.

The Tao rhythm had imprinted itself in the hall indelibly.

The shadowy figure and the mortuary bed had not yet fully condensed.

The toad stared dumbfounded at the side.

Su He looked around; the two halves of the hall were joining, and the sword marks were slowly merging.

As the hall merged, the Tao rhythm shadow became clearer.

A spark of realization flashed in his heart; no wonder the hall had been shattered, yet had not attacked the Spirit Immortal Sword, instead revealing a sense of joy.

Back then, when the hall was cut, it was not an attack but an act to prevent this Tao rhythm imprint from appearing, wasn’t it?

This kind of imprint, who knew how many Greater Powers it might attract!

The hall was still fusing continuously, and once the hall completely merged, the imprint would also fully reveal itself, likely immediately alarming all the Greater Powers of the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky.

Su He’s breathing grew heavier, while the toad next to him had come back to his senses, urgently saying, “Don’t wait for it to condense, absorb it now!”

An imprint left from a past life, isn’t it natural to absorb it in this life?

Su He licked his lips, took a step forward, and with a gulp, sucked in air like a whale drawing in water.

The imprint stirred as if it was about to be absorbed yet was held back by the hall.

Unwilling to accept defeat, Su He took another gulp of air, but the imprint remained.

It was like jelly stuck inside a bottle, unable to be sucked out.

The imprint was still integrated into the hall, and as long as the hall was not completely whole, the imprint couldn’t come out.

Su He shook his head, “We need the hall to be completely merged.”

The toad fell silent then.

So, they waited; he could feel that the merging of the hall was not slow, it shouldn’t take too much time.

“I need to consolidate my boundary status; wake me before the great hall fuses,” Su He said gravely.

He hadn’t truly consolidated his boundary status after Opening The Heaven.

Under normal circumstances, he would need to retreat for ten years!

If Mystery Yellow Cave Sky was trouble-free, Su He planned to retreat here for a while, both to protect Su Huanian and to consolidate his boundary status.

His thoughts spiraled as his consciousness split in two, multitasking with half of his mind operating True Yuan and the other half sinking into the Dantian within his belly.

His Dantian thrived vibrantly, spawning new True Yuan that flowed through his meridians and circulated throughout his body.

Passing through the Dantian into his Inner World, Su He turned and arrived at an underground cavern.

Gazing at the cavern’s mouth, which seemed to lead to another world, he decided with a swipe of his paw to transform the entrance into a gateway crowned by two ancient characters: Netherworld!

Now that looks proper!

As the ruler of this domain, Su He wrote down his name, and it became the Heavenly Charter, it became Law—this Yin Power World was now the Netherworld!

Smiling, Su He entered the Yin Power World.

Indeed, it was serene and mysterious, with an atmosphere that lingered between the Feng Zhong and the Netherworld Passage.

Were there any Yin Ghosts or Ghost Creatures, they should be able to survive well here.

Su He pondered and then a bold idea surfaced in his heart.

He tried to open a Netherworld Passage here and, with just a thought, the Netherworld Passage truly appeared at this location.

But no ghosts carelessly barged out.

Perhaps the similar atmosphere here was not as appealing as the Yang world?

Su He focused on the entrance of the Netherworld Passage and reached out, pulling out a Demon from the Demonic Realm.

With a sweep of his paw, he immediately shut the Netherworld Passage.

The Demon fell into the Yin Power World, not dispersing nor showing any particular behavior, just aimlessly wandering.

No anomalies, as if it was still inside the Netherworld Passage.

The Inner World needed Opening Heaven Three-fold to harbor living creatures.

If the Laws were sufficient, a mere stir could even birth the simplest life forms from the ocean, and step by step they would evolve, forming a unique ecosystem that’s entirely independent of the outside world.

But Su He was far from there, having just accomplished Opening Two-fold Heaven.

How many more decades…

centuries would it take to reach Opening Heaven Three-fold?

Suddenly, Su He laughed aloud.

From the first to the second Opening The Heaven, it took a long time, but it was indeed only thirty years in reality.

To a Divine God Beast, thirty years was merely a nap.

It’s a pity the Dragon Turtle couldn’t stand with hands on hips and laugh heartily.

He stealthily opened the Netherworld Passage again and caught two more Ghost Creatures, placing them in his own Netherworld.

While sorting out the new Laws brought on by Opening The Heaven, he observed the three Ghost Creatures.

But these three creatures, ignorant and without Spirit Wisdom, showed nothing unusual.

They weren’t considered true living beings and didn’t bring any pressure to the Inner World.

Instead, their movements stirred up the Netherworld Yin Qi and brushed against the Laws of this place.

This made Su He’s rearrangement of the Laws even more effortless.

Time passed bit by bit, indeterminably long until suddenly a calling sounded from within his heart: “Come!”

Su He’s consciousness instantly leaped from the Inner World, and he opened his eyes.

He saw that at the fissure of the great hall, only the last sliver remained unhealed.

Su He lay by the poolside, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the crack in the great hall.

At the moment it healed, the imprint of the past life’s Tao Rhythm released a flash of brilliance, but before it could flourish, Su He inhaled it with an open mouth.

The entire Tao Rhythm transformed into a luminous essence and fell into Su He’s mouth.

Whispers of the “Tao Te Ching” echoed in his mind: …the whirling wind does not last all morning, the sudden rain does not last all day…

the Way is ever without action, yet nothing is left undone…

A surge of power flowed through the Tao Rhythm into Su He’s body, but it wasn’t for him to absorb.

The power was separated from him by a membrane, inaccessible.

Su He’s eyes narrowed.

Was this the Power of Time?

He had once recklessly collided within the Feng Zhong, unwittingly repairing the Space-Time Rift, hence the Power of Time entered his body.

If Phoenix Chao Fei weren’t thoroughly dead.

Now the Power of Time appeared once more, yet it did not assault his body as before; instead, it nourished him like a stream, bringing a wave of comfort that softened his whole body.

Su He’s legs gave way, and he tumbled into the pool, instantly becoming alert.

As he leaped out, he heard an excited voice at his ear.

“Aha!

It really works!

Indeed, someone from another realm is not subject to the constraints of time in this world!”

That voice…

White Spirit?