Yuhua Gate.
Scripture Hall.
White clouds drifted by, and a gentle breeze carried a subtle fragrance.
Inside, the aroma of tea lingered, incense filled the air, and the scent of books was refreshing.
Cui Jiufeng, dressed in white, sat by the window, skillfully brewing tea. His expression was calm, and he exuded an air of tranquility and leisure.
The turbulence surrounding the "Mortal God of the Human Realm" had quickly settled.
The people discussed the matter for a few days, but it no longer occupied their thoughts. Cui Jiufeng was not a central figure in their lives, so they moved on.
The world knew there were ten great kings, and above them stood a "Mortal God." These were the top experts in the cultivation world.
Aside from these, Cui Jiufeng's actions had no lasting impact on their daily lives.
Life carried on as usual.
The Scripture Hall returned to its peaceful state, undisturbed.
Several of the ten great kings had been defeated, and who would dare challenge again?
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
At that moment, the towering trees outside the Scripture Hall swayed with the wind, their leaves rustling, creating a natural melody.
Some leaves floated down, landing on flowers and plants, bending them gracefully.
At this moment, the entire Scripture Hall seemed to be filled with the essence of peaceful, passing time.
Cui Jiufeng finished brewing the tea and slowly sipped it. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and a thread of green energy swirled in his palm, transforming into a pocket watch.
Click! Click! Click!
The pocket watch began to tick, its sound faint yet persistent.
Cui Jiufeng squeezed the watch, causing its speed to slow down. A mysterious, profound aura surrounded him.
In the next moment, the flow of time around him slowed down compared to the outside world.
The difference was tenfold!
"The Path of Time is truly miraculous," Cui Jiufeng mused. "Just one thread creates a tenfold difference. If I comprehend more threads, my cultivation speed could outpace others by dozens of times!"
At this moment, he integrated the thread of Time into his Book of Time, engraving it on the newest page.
As the Time Path was inscribed, an immense energy fluctuation surged within him.
He had already reached the peak of the Tenth Barrier and was just a step away from breaking through to the Eleventh Barrier.
With the thread of Time inscribed in his Book of Time, the Human Path was completed. His accumulated power, built up over ten years, surged within him, ready to break through the Eleventh Barrier.
As the energy within him exploded, both the White Fox and the Holy Beast Qilin were alarmed and rushed to his side.
They arrived to find Cui Jiufeng surrounded by swirling green energy, his aura turbulent and wild like a roaring tsunami.
"He's about to break through to the Eleventh Barrier!" Holy Beast Qilin exclaimed in surprise.
"Could it be dangerous?" White Fox asked, concerned.
"It should be fine. He has deep accumulation. We just need to protect him," Holy Beast Qilin reassured her.
White Fox nodded and immediately informed Bai Yunfei to ensure no disciple approached the Scripture Hall in the coming days.
She and Holy Beast Qilin took their positions, guarding Cui Jiufeng.
Cui Jiufeng, feeling the presence of Qilin and White Fox protecting him, felt his last shred of concern vanish. He immersed himself fully in his breakthrough.
The ten years of foundation.
The comprehension of the Dao's essence for ten years.
The techniques he cultivated over the past decade.
At this moment, they all converged as nourishment, like a roaring sea crashing toward the threshold of the Eleventh Barrier.
Boom!!!
A heavenly sound rang out from within Cui Jiufeng, a tremendous explosion.
But the gate to the Eleventh Barrier remained unyielding.
Cui Jiufeng was undeterred. He gathered all the energy and compressed it, preparing for another assault.
It was like striking someone—first retract the fist, then unleash a devastating blow. That's when the punch hurts the most.
The gathered power slammed into the barrier once more.
Boom!!!
Like the toll of a morning bell, the sound reverberated through Cui Jiufeng's body.
The Eleventh Barrier trembled but remained unbroken.
Cui Jiufeng remained calm. After all, in the Path of Time, where the flow of time was ten times slower than the outside world, he had plenty of time to repeatedly attack the Eleventh Barrier.
One time, no. Two times, no. Three times, no. A hundred times, maybe.
Cui Jiufeng was most abundant in patience.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The energy surged repeatedly, crashing against the door of the Eleventh Barrier. Cui Jiufeng stood still, unaffected, enduring it all.
The Path of Time had slowed the flow of time in his space, so while ten days passed for him, only one day passed outside.
...
Outside the Scripture Hall, White Fox and Holy Beast Qilin stood guard, feeling the overwhelming energy erupting from within. The pressure was like thunder, constantly hammering at the Eleventh Barrier. The two could barely keep up.
"Isn't this breakthrough too fast?" White Fox asked, worried. From her perspective, Cui Jiufeng seemed to be attempting the breakthrough once every minute.
It was too frequent. Too impatient.
Holy Beast Qilin frowned. "I also think it's too fast, but this is his breakthrough. We can only watch."
"At this rate, how long do you think it will take him to break through?" White Fox asked.
Holy Beast Qilin calculated for a moment before replying, "Probably about ten days."
Boom!!!!
But just as he finished speaking, a powerful, profound energy burst from the room, shaking White Fox and Holy Beast Qilin.
Has he already broken through? So soon?
Holy Beast Qilin awkwardly looked at White Fox, who had just said "ten days," but now it seemed like the breakthrough had happened almost instantly.
White Fox, on the other hand, jumped up in excitement, her face beaming.
Inside the room, Cui Jiufeng's body resonated with surging energy. After hundreds of attempts, he finally broke through the Eleventh Barrier.
Boom!!!
As the Eleventh Barrier shattered, spiritual energy poured into his body like a torrential flood, circulating through his limbs and veins.
At this moment, his flesh, organs, and bones began to glow with a crystalline luster.
His soul began to expand rapidly.
With one thought, the world opened up. With another, the world transformed.
The power of the Eleventh Barrier was incomparable to that of the Tenth. At this moment, vast amounts of spiritual energy poured into Cui Jiufeng's body and soul, nurturing him like a drought-stricken land receiving rain, filling him with new vitality.
Outside the Scripture Hall, Cui Jiufeng's soul expanded in that instant. He sought to explore the limits of his soul.
At that moment, he saw the Heavenly King of the Demon Sect calmly meditating.
He saw Yue Dashan on a lonely island in the North Sea, training fiercely.
He saw a Confucian scholar in the Jiangnan region gazing up at the heavens.
He saw the old dragon in the southern part of the continent licking its wounds in silence.
Cui Jiufeng's soul observed them, though they didn't notice him. Except for one—the old dragon in the south.
The dragon, previously licking its wounds, suddenly opened its eyes. Lightning flashed in its gaze as it locked onto Cui Jiufeng's presence, and its voice boomed, "Who's peeking at your grandpa, the magnificent and handsome Dragon Lord?!"