A month had passed since the battle for the meditation cushion.
The once-bustling stone plaza was now deserted, devoid of any human presence.
Buzz~
At a certain moment, the space beside the stone stele rippled like water, and a figure emerged.
After the figure appeared, a beam of spiritual light shot out from the distorted space, transforming into a tattered meditation cushion beneath his feet.
The moment Wang Jianqiang appeared, he immediately scanned his surroundings with caution.
Upon confirming the plaza was empty, he let out a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to leave, another beam of spiritual light shot out from the cushion beneath him and merged into the dark stele.
In the next instant, a message abruptly surfaced in Wang Jianqiang’s mind:
"After completing ten trials in the herb garden, your rating is 'Excellent.' You may now enter the Great Wilderness Stele to select one technique or spell."
Wang Jianqiang froze.
Before he could react, a dark beam shot out from the stele, enveloping him.
The dark light seemed unremarkable, yet it carried an overwhelming, majestic power.
In the face of this force, Wang Jianqiang felt like a single drop of water in a vast ocean—utterly powerless to resist.
Not just his body, but even his thoughts seemed frozen.
The next moment, the dark light retracted into the stele, pulling Wang Jianqiang along with it as he merged into the stone.
The instant he entered the stele, Wang Jianqiang felt as though he had stepped into a world of darkness.
Not only could he see nothing, but his spiritual senses were also sealed within his body, unable to extend outward.
Just as Wang Jianqiang was growing uneasy, a gentle voice echoed in his ears:
"Trial-taker, I am the artifact spirit of the Great Wilderness Stele."
"Simply demonstrate your skills one by one. The techniques and spells most suited to you will naturally be drawn to you."
"Remember, you have only one hour to make your selection. Once the time is up, whether you have made a choice or not, you will be sent out."
"Now… the selection begins."
Hearing the artifact spirit’s words, a flicker of interest flashed across Wang Jianqiang’s face.
Using his own abilities to attract compatible spells?
What an unusual method.
He tentatively extended his palm.
A miniature wooden formation materialized in his hand.
Moments later, clusters of green light floated out from the depths of the dark world, swiftly approaching him.
At a glance, there were dozens of them.
The brightness of these light clusters varied.
Some were dim, like flickering candle flames on the verge of extinguishing.
Others shone intensely, their radiance almost blinding.
"The intensity of the light likely corresponds to the power of the technique or spell within," Wang Jianqiang mused as he examined them.
He didn’t rush to choose.
With only one opportunity, he needed to be thorough.
Next, he summoned the Gold Sword Formation, Water Sword Formation, Fire Sword Formation, and Earth Sword Formation one after another, drawing forth a multitude of multicolored light clusters.
Then, he combined all five into the Minor Five Elements Sword Formation.
After a brief silence in the darkness, three radiant clusters slowly drifted toward him.
These three emitted a dazzling five-colored glow, far surpassing the brilliance of all previous clusters.
Yet even among them, there were differences.
The central one shone the brightest, like a miniature sun, faintly overpowering the other two.
The sight of this radiant five-colored cluster ignited an instinctive, overwhelming desire in Wang Jianqiang’s heart.
Compelled by this urge, he unconsciously reached out.
But then, he bit his tongue.
The sharp pain cleared his mind.
"No, I still have more to show."
He slowly withdrew his hand.
"Size Manipulation."
With a silent command, his body instantly doubled in size.
The moment he activated this ability, thousands of white light clusters surged forth from the darkness like a tidal wave.
The brightest among them rivaled even the miniature sun-like five-colored cluster.
Gazing at that radiant white cluster, Wang Jianqiang felt another surge of intense longing—stronger than before.
"This is the one," he decided.
Just as he was about to make his choice, an unremarkable gray cluster lazily drifted into view.
The gray cluster wasn’t bright.
Yet the moment it appeared, every other cluster dimmed, including the two brightest ones.
But that wasn’t all.
As the gray cluster approached, all the others parted ways, clearing a path.
With unhurried grace, the gray cluster floated right before Wang Jianqiang.
Seeing this, Wang Jianqiang’s eyes lit up.
According to the stele’s rules, the cluster that drew him the most contained the technique or spell best suited to him.
Though the gray cluster’s entrance had been domineering, it didn’t stir any desire in him.
A rational person would prioritize compatibility over raw power—what use was an unmatched technique if one couldn’t master it?
Besides, the most compatible cluster was already formidable.
But Wang Jianqiang wasn’t rational.
He possessed a system.
So what if it wasn’t a perfect fit?
With cultivation points, mastering anything was possible.
As long as it was powerful, nothing else mattered.
Without hesitation, he chose the gray cluster.
The instant his hand touched it, the artifact spirit’s voice rang out:
"Selection complete."
A dark beam enveloped Wang Jianqiang, expelling him from the Great Wilderness Stele.
Back in the stone plaza, he stood motionless, stunned.
The moment he had touched the gray cluster, a flood of information had poured into his mind.
Now, he was processing it.
"Timeworn Sacred Body."
"No restrictions on aptitude or comprehension—any being can cultivate it."
"Seize the heavens’ fortune, shine with the radiance of time itself."
"One year, one spiritual rune."
"Break all laws with sheer force."
…
After absorbing the information, Wang Jianqiang finally understood the Timeworn Sacred Body.
Despite its grandiose description, it boiled down to two words: survival.
The longer one lived, the stronger one became.
A cultivator of this body could condense one spiritual rune per year.
Each rune not only enhanced physical resilience but also increased strength by thirty pounds.
Take a thousand years, for example.
A thousand runes would mean thirty thousand pounds of added strength.
Yet, even a Nascent Soul cultivator only lived a millennium.
To beings capable of moving mountains and emptying seas, thirty thousand pounds was negligible—less than the force of a casual exhale.
Even Golden Core cultivators could effortlessly unleash hundreds of thousands of pounds of force.
For ordinary cultivators, the Timeworn Sacred Body was utterly useless.
But Wang Jianqiang was different.
He had cultivation points—no need to wait.
One point equaled one year of cultivation.
In other words, one point could grant him one spiritual rune.
If he had sufficient cultivation points, he could accumulate a vast number of spirit runes in an extremely short time.
A thousand spirit runes might be nothing to a Nascent Soul or even a Golden Core cultivator.
But what if it were a Foundation Establishment cultivator?
At this thought, a flash of excitement crossed Wang Jianqiang's face.
This was practically an endless path to power—one perfectly suited to him, with no bottlenecks or limits.
Hah!
Just as Wang Jianqiang was reveling in the joy of obtaining the Sage Body of Time, he suddenly sensed a spatial fluctuation not far away.
Instinctively, he turned his gaze toward it.
Right then, a figure emerged from the rippling space.
His expression immediately stiffened.
"Lin Xian'er?"
"How did this woman break free?"
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