Longevity Martial Arts: Starting from Inner Core Skill

Unexpected events always come unannounced...

The growing aura suddenly halted and even showed signs of decline.

Before Wang Sheng could react, he found Yue's future body beginning to dissipate, along with the transferred consciousness to the future body.

"Is this the fall?"

Wang Sheng was somewhat puzzled.

Although Yue no longer posed a threat, this method of almost playing oneself to death was something he had never seen before.

And the lingering consciousness of "Yue" had come to realize its predicament.

His expression became even more frenzied.

"Hahaha, no wonder, no wonder I could never advance further to find a stronger future body... I have no stronger future anymore!"

Yue fully understood that he had meddled uncontrollably, drawing all beings of the Heavenly Saint Star into the triple time-space, yet in the end, it was all for naught.

After realizing this, Yue looked at Wang Sheng and said, "My death is destined, and you may also die in the future. When that time comes, you will be unable to avoid it, perhaps even more tragically than I..."

Wang Sheng, piecing together his first statement, had already guessed Yue's plight.

But regarding the second statement, he scoffed.

"Destined? Do you believe that if I wish it so, I can save your life right now?"

The time power within Yue was gradually fading away, yet his Ninth Realm strength would last several more minutes. If desired, Yue wouldn't die.

"Do you still think death is certain?"

He never believed in a fixed future.

Once, Yue's junior fellow disciple, Huangtian, believed that Mo Yang would reunify the Zhou Dynasty, yet no one could foresee the eventual changes.

Yue's face froze in an instant, as if doubting himself.

In the end, right before completely dissipating, he sighed, "If that's the case, it's up to you to explore the true intent of time. Perhaps my future had been fixed at the moment I touched my future body."

Clearly, he still believed his fate was sealed.

But likewise, he also harbored doubts.

After saying this, he conjured up a dice, and the dice slowly floated in front of Wang Sheng.

"The Time Dice... If you comprehend it as I did, and your Dao heart collapses, if you see through it, then the great Dao awaits!"

"And—"

With his last conscious effort, Yue wrote in the starry sky, eventually creating a scripture in the stars, the very root of all his plans.

The Time Scripture!

To control time, master the years, mingle the powers of future and past, and break through the limits.

This was the true meaning of the "Time Scripture."

Leaving behind this scripture, Yue's consciousness completely dissipated.

"This scripture is left behind with no good intentions, huh!"

Yue was betting on Wang Sheng understanding his scripture, only to follow the same fated path.

If so, just as Yue had said, what awaited was the collapse of the Dao heart.

Looking at the residual Dao Rhythm in the starry sky.

Wang Sheng smiled and muttered to himself, "That might disappoint you, as borrowed power always comes at a price. You never fully understood, did you?"

Yue's problem had become extremely evident in the end.

Borrowing the power of past and future, but failing to integrate fully, he was struck until the integration collapsed, his strength plummeting.

In his final gamble, hoping to borrow the power of a more distant future body, he discovered that his future had never broken through the Ninth Realm.

But—

"Could there be a possibility that because you borrowed a part of the future's power, the downstream you in the river of time lacked that part of strength, preventing the breakthrough?"

To borrow the power from the future, one naturally seeks the strongest moment.

And what time could be stronger than the moment just before a breakthrough?

Thinking about it, if the future self, at a critical moment of a breakthrough, had its power borrowed and its aura plummeted, how could it possibly ascend to a higher realm?

This scripture was inherently flawed.

Of course, these were all Wang Sheng's conjectures.

The flow of time was unknowable to anyone, and Yue's failure may not be due to this reason.

It could also be because he was destined to be defeated by him...

Those who tamper with time and space are also toyed with by the same, especially when one's own strength is insufficient.

Furthermore, Yue had likely borrowed the power of past and future through a Dao Lord, carrying even greater hidden dangers.

In the end, all of this came to benefit him.

Thinking of these things, Wang Sheng revealed a smile.

Whether treasures or the Heavenly Saint Star, both had fallen into his hands.

"Next is to take over the Heavenly Saint Star..."

By the time Wang Sheng returned to the Heavenly Saint Star, its beings were still in a state of fear.

Although he had arranged for the battlefield to be in the starry sky, the Ninth Realm's strength was so powerful that even its aftermath subdued all beings on the planet, with no one daring to make a rash move.

Only a small number of people guessed, waiting for the final answer.

Xia Yang, looking at the True Saint reappearing, showed no surprise.

Knowing that the great battle in the starry sky involved the True Saint, he did not think the True Saint would lose and was as steady as Mount Tai.

"Welcome back, True Saint!"

"Hmm, the matter is resolved. From now on, the Heavenly Saint Palace no longer exists. I will send people to take charge of the Heavenly Saint Star. Prepare to cooperate, and after it's all over, you'll have other arrangements."

"Your commands will be strictly followed," Xia Yang had no objections, knowing that how could a True Saint not have his own people?

Faith, to a certain degree, inspired self-imagination.

Wang Sheng nodded, increasingly satisfied with Xia Yang.

He planned to transfer people to the Source Star, an opportune situation because Huangtian was still troubled about how to spread faith, and Xia Yang was just the talent needed.

Of course, whether dispatching people to the Heavenly Saint Star or transferring them elsewhere was not urgent; the troubles of the Heavenly Saint Star were not entirely resolved yet.