Before the white-robed masked man's words of praise had fully faded—
The two Origin Law marks between his brows flared simultaneously.
Gold. Wind.
A terrifying fusion.
"Golden Wind Devours the Soul."
The words echoed soundlessly in his mind.
In the next instant—
Countless golden wind blades transformed into distorted runes, surging forward like a raging tide. Wherever they passed, space itself rippled violently, as if it were about to be sliced apart by invisible edges.
Jiang Yan's pupils contracted.
A sharp pain stabbed into his consciousness—
And the world before his eyes shattered.
The galaxy vanished.
In its place stood a desolate ancient battlefield.
Blood-red clouds rolled across the heavens. Beneath them lay mountains of bleached bones, countless resentful souls howling silently through the air.
A true soul-killing illusion.
Not mere deception—but a fusion of Golden Law sharpness and Wind Law penetration, striking directly at the origin of the soul.
"This illusion is strong…"
Jiang Yan was genuinely startled.
An ordinary Realm Lord would have been swallowed whole in an instant—reduced to nothing more than a puppet awaiting execution.
But—
His spiritual will had already touched the Third Realm.
And he cultivated the supreme illusionist technique:
Thunder Prison Suppression Codex.
The golden wind runes poured into his sea of consciousness like falling meteors—
Only to vanish instantly.
Thunder roared.
Endless lightning swept across his spiritual world, erasing illusions like mist beneath the sun.
The battlefield shattered.
Dry bones crumbled.
Resentful souls screamed—and vanished.
Jiang Yan's gaze cleared.
"Your illusion…"
"…is mediocre."
He broke free almost instantly.
"What?!"
Disbelief flashed through the white-robed masked man's eyes.
His Golden Wind Soul Devourer, fused from two Origin Laws, could trap even an ordinary Immortal for a short time—
Yet this Star-level youth remained completely unaffected?!
He no longer dared to hold back.
The dark-gold spear in his hand trembled.
Innumerable spear shadows burst forth like falling meteors, wrapped in howling winds sharp enough to rip space apart, stabbing toward Jiang Yan's vital points.
Illusion suppressed.
Martial force unleashed.
This was his true combat style.
But—
Before the attack could land—
Jiang Yan vanished.
And in the next instant—
He appeared directly behind the masked man.
"Teleportation?!"
Shock surged through the man's mind.
Before he could react—
A pitch-black domain descended.
Like purgatory manifest.
Thunder Prison Demon Realm!
The masked man's body stiffened.
His consciousness was dragged violently into illusion once more.
"Time Halt."
Jiang Yan's thoughts were cold and decisive.
He didn't know how long the opponent would remain trapped—
So he stacked his techniques.
The flow of time across the ninth floor froze again.
No hesitation.
Fifth Form of the Four Elephants Spear Codex — Worldbreaker!
The spear thrust forward.
Clean. Ruthless. Absolute.
Boom!
The spear pierced straight through the man's brow.
Inside his sea of consciousness—
The inner world shattered.
The Origin Bead disintegrated.
The white-robed masked man broke free from the illusion just in time to see the spear tip resting between his eyes.
His gaze froze.
Then—
His body dissolved into starlight, scattering into the galaxy.
Ninth Floor — Cleared.
Jiang Yan withdrew his spear, breathing steadily.
"The opponent broke free from illusion in two breaths… and from Time Halt almost simultaneously."
"If the tenth-floor gatekeeper is Immortal-level…"
"I stop here today."
He exhaled softly.
Realm Lord-level gatekeepers were already this strong.
True Immortals—
Were on an entirely different level.
Soon after—
Jiang Yan stepped onto the tenth floor of the Tongtian Bridge.
He chose an Illusionist once again.
And the result—
Was exactly as he expected.
His Time Halt was ineffective.
His illusions were ignored.
Although he was unaffected by the opponent's mental attacks, the sheer gap in overall strength was undeniable.
After twenty breaths—
He was defeated.
Cleanly.
Decisively.
"He finally lost…"
On the central plaza, many crowned kings unconsciously let out sighs of relief.
If a Star-level warrior defeated a true Immortal—
That would have shattered every known rule.
Even so—
Breaking into the tenth floor at Star-level was already monstrous beyond belief.
It meant—
Jiang Yan's combat power now rivaled ordinary Immortals.
"Unimaginable…"
"After thirty years in the Primal Universe, how far will he go?"
"Such a pity… he isn't from our Nine Universes School."
The discussions spread like wildfire.
"I don't even know how to guide him anymore."
The Star Illusion King sighed deeply, then glanced at Red Kite.
"I truly don't know why he chose me as his instructor."
Red Kite replied calmly, without hesitation:
"Because you're beautiful."
"…?"
"Jiang Yan likes beautiful women."
The Star Illusion King froze.
She had never expected that answer.
"Congratulations, Your Highness Jiang Yan!"
Baffin's voice rang out.
Jiang Yan's figure reappeared on the plaza.
Instantly—
Crowned kings stepped forward to greet him.
Ai Chen, Luo Feng, and the others could only wait respectfully at the side.
Jiang Yan acknowledged them briefly—
Then his gaze paused on Red Kite and the Star Illusion King.
At the same time, Baffin sent the results to the Virtual Universe Company's highest executives.
Thunder Island — Metaverse Headquarters
"Tenth floor?!"
Venerable Nine Swords rose abruptly from his throne.
He had expected Jiang Yan to reach the seventh floor at most.
That alone would have been astonishing.
But tenth?!
"That means…"
"A Star-level with Immortal-level combat power."
"If he becomes a Realm Lord…"
"Wouldn't he possess invincible King-tier strength?"
The thought sent chills through him.
"…Such a monster."
"It's a pity he isn't under my command."
Nine Swords sighed.
Jiang Yan's master was the Star Prison Demon Venerable.
Someone like him—
Could never be taken as a subordinate.
Chaos City.
The City Lord chuckled softly.
"Interesting."
"I truly look forward to seeing how far he goes in thirty years."
Back in his cultivation residence—
Jiang Yan regrouped briefly with Luo Feng and the others before everyone returned to seclusion.
His eyes settled on his personal information panel.
"The next step…"
"Bring the remaining two superior laws—and the remaining seven lower laws—to Origin recognition."
But then—
His gaze sharpened.
"More importantly…"
"The Destroying Behemoth body must break through to Realm Lord."
Only then—
Could true dual cultivation of Time and Space fully unfold.
The Demon Slayer body walked the path of Space.
The Destroying Behemoth walked the path of Time.
As for the Earthling body—
It would follow, breaking into Universe Level along the way.
The path ahead was clear.
And terrifying.
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