Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Once more transported to the Golden Cicada Temple's hidden realm, Wei Dongliu no longer bothered to disguise himself as a monk.

Due to the existence of the Heavenly Dome Formation, his intrusion was discovered instantly, and no matter how he disguised his appearance, as soon as he entered the mountain, the opposition would immediately retaliate.

Thus, charging straight ahead without hesitation was best.

After Ah Jing calculated the precise central position of this hidden realm, Wei Dongliu swiftly controlled his sword to rush forward in a straight line. Approaching the mountain's edge, he placed his right hand against it and unleashed the Great Five Elements Divine Light, disintegrating gold and shattering stone, soon melting a large hole into the cliffside.

Just as he was about to enter, he suddenly felt a wave of agitation in his spirit, and an urgent warning from the Kunlun Mirror echoed in his mind:

"Spatial tremor! Watch out!"

Within an instant, Wei Dongliu vanished from his original spot and reappeared five or six steps away. It was the quick activation of the Heavenly Weaving God Shuttle's teleportation ability that saved him in a flash.

At the location where he had originally stood, the opening in the mountainside had twisted into a warped spiral, with light bending chaotically to obscure any view of what lay beyond.

If that force had struck him, he would likely have died instantly, without a chance to defend himself!

Furious and humiliated, Wei Dongliu surged his True Yuan throughout his body, pushing the Innate Five Elements Great Chaos Divine Light to its extreme limit before blasting the twisted entrance with full force.

Forceful detonation!

As the light burst forth, his figure once again vanished from its spot. Activating the Heavenly Weaving God Shuttle, he swiftly teleported himself into the tunnel melted by the Five Elements Divine Light.

Almost simultaneously, another vortex of spatial distortion appeared at the position he had previously stood—clearly, whoever controlled the Golden Cicada Temple was determined to eliminate him at any cost.

Wei Dongliu sneered coldly as he alternated between summoning divine light and teleportation, repeating the cycle at astonishing speed. He darted deeper into the mountain's interior, never lingering in one place for more than a moment and leaving all spatial distortions behind him.

Now in the Nascent Soul Realm, Wei Dongliu's True Yuan was unfathomably abundant. Combined with the Five Elements Divine Light's immense power against earthly stone and the teleportation divine skill of the Heavenly Weaving God Shuttle, he was as if the mountain itself posed no obstacle to him.

In the blink of an eye, the view ahead opened up dramatically.

He found himself standing in a massive chamber within the mountain. Countless runic scripts were densely etched onto the surrounding stone walls, spiraling layer upon layer around a central stone altar.

Above the altar floated a slender, narrow, and smooth-surfaced shard of stone.

Heaven-Mending Stone fragment!

Wei Dongliu was overwhelmed with excitement. After so many years, he had finally obtained a piece of the legendary treasure!

Thinking back, the original Heaven-Mending Stone had been split into six fragments. The Three Pure Ones from the righteous sect held one each; the Demon Cult held one; the Buddhist Sect held one; and even the Eastern Emperor Realm of the Demon Race possessed a fragment. None of them could be acquired easily.

Now, at long last, he had managed to seize one fragment, fulfilling his promise to Ah Jing at the first step!

This is what it means to be a man of his word!

With this thought, he directed the Summoning Sword to retrieve the shard. Yet, as the sword neared the fragment, it suddenly halted, as if obstructed by an invisible barrier blocking it from moving further.

"Spatial fissure," Kunlun Mirror remarked. "The space between you and the Heaven-Mending Stone fragment is severed. Even though the Summoning Sword is a divine artifact of unmatched power, it cannot traverse a fragmented space. Like a broken bridge across a river, no matter how fierce the army, they too would be helpless."

"Get to the point!" Wei Dongliu snapped impatiently, teleporting once again to evade the twisting distortions. "Spatial tremors, spatial fissures—why are there so many space-related tricks here?"

"The Heaven-Mending Stone is a legendary treasure for suppression and sealing," Kunlun Mirror replied in retort. "How could it lack spatial divine abilities? As for solving this issue, it's simple. All their spatial attacks rely on the formation here to channel the stone's power."

"Just destroy the formation, and it'll resolve everything."

While the man and the mirror were discussing, Wei Dongliu continuously teleported around the chamber to avoid being struck by spatial tremors.

He was fortunate that the monks of the Golden Cicada Temple couldn't forecast his movements; otherwise, had Ah Jing's words delayed him for much longer, he might have been struck dead dozens or hundreds of times over.

Upon hearing Kunlun Mirror's recommendation, Wei Dongliu immediately began inspecting the walls of the chamber where the formation was engraved.

The formation was extraordinarily intricate. At first glance, there seemed no clear way to tackle it, yet Wei Dongliu, a master of formations, persisted with methodical analysis. Even without preternatural insight, dismantling this formation was within his expertise…

However, the constant spatial tremors were endlessly irritating! Forcing him to teleport repeatedly left no chance to carefully investigate the structure.

"Such folly from Sword Master!" The Summoning Sword finally couldn't help but blurt out. "To break this formation, do you truly need to painstakingly study it in detail?"

Wei Dongliu paused in surprise before suddenly realizing the truth.

Ahem, that's just my professional instincts kicking in.

To dismantle this formation, why should I burden myself with exhaustive intellectual effort?

Smirking coldly, he formed a Daoist Formula and unleashed the Five Elements Divine Light across the walls around him, erasing layer upon layer of etched formation with blazing brilliance.

The connection between the internal and external formations was immediately severed, causing the external Heavenly Dome Formation to fail instantly.

The monks within the temple all raised their heads, only to see what had been a vast blue sky suddenly shift into a profound starry expanse of night.

Countless dazzling stars, like rippling waves of a celestial river, now completely filled the heavens.

The barrier of the Heavenly Dome was gone!

In the temple courtyard, Jianxing novice monk had been performing chores when he noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky. Dismayed, he was struck with a deep sense of impending doom.

What… what's happening?

Such a monumental upheaval without any forewarning—the probability of misfortune is high. Better prepare to flee swiftly!

Within the mountain, Wei Dongliu, having destroyed the formation, then gestured to enclose the Heaven-Mending Stone fragment with the Summoning Sword's sword light, reclaiming it for his storage pouch.

Turning around, he saw the temple's presiding elder monk rush forth from another tunnel, eyes wide, teeth clenched, bellowing:

"You thief! Leave the sacred treasure behind!"

Before the old monk's words finished echoing, hordes of zombies surged forth behind him, ferociously attacking Wei Dongliu.

These zombies were of unmistakable high rank, including many subterranean Rakshasas and Flying Asuras. Wei Dongliu, however, showed no fear. Paying no mind to their aggressive assault, he raised his left hand and enveloped himself in the Five Elements Divine Light, rendering the zombies unable to reach him; with his right hand, he directed the Heaven-overturning Seal to strike the elder monk's skull.

With one brutal blow, the monk's head burst open, spilling brain matter and blood.

Once their master was killed, the zombies lost control and collapsed where they stood.

Wei Dongliu said nothing further, forming the sword technique that summoned a purple-black Flying Sword streaking into the air—the long-unused Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword.

This sword, though an Eleventh Rank Flying Sword, paled in grade and power compared to the Myriad Avatar Absolute Immortal Sword.

However, its unique quality surpassed the Immortal Sword's capabilities—its sword body was imbued with soul-devouring properties.

As the Myriad Demons Evil Spirit Sword pierced the air, it lanced through the old monk's fleeing soul, which was attempting to escape invisibly. Amid faint, chilling wails, the sword absorbed the monk's ghost into its blade, leaving no trace behind.

Humph! A mere ghost cultivator's petty tricks, yet you dare try to evade my detection?!