The moment the sixth transformation of the Extreme Metamorphosis Divine Art was cultivated, a rumble erupted in Wang Xuan’s Sea of Consciousness. This marked the point where the cultivation of the art reached a level that unearthed his body’s special talents.

Shoujo Wei emerged at the third transformation, while he reached the sixth!

With the Sea of Consciousness thundering, Wang Xuan’s consciousness sank into it, his Primordial Spirit transformed from a sword into a human and vanished instantly within the Sea, leaving behind just a shell in the real world. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

His Primordial Spirit stepped into a special space. Outwards was endless emptiness, chaos without anything. At the center, however, was the Tower of Space-Time enveloped in immortal light.

His power was enough to touch upon the mysteries of space, although superficially. He discovered that the Tower of Space-Time on its surface was inhabited by his Primordial Spirit, yet in reality dwelled in another segment of space.

Before him stood the Tower of Space-Time, its height immeasurable, its top unseen and edges invisible. The spread of immortal light covered distances measured in light-years.

Wang Xuan walked step by step towards the center, his stride firm and deliberate. Each step covered a thousand miles, every day spanning over tens of billions of miles. He understood that reaching the Tower of Space-Time could only be achieved through his own strength.

He attempted to tear through space; however, the space here was incredibly stable, utterly unshakable—probably, even a True Immortal here could only fly at sub-light speed.

Unaware of the passage of time, Wang Xuan seemed to walk for centuries. The Tower of Space-Time grew closer, and he matured further.

Here, the flow of time was indeed imperceptible. Wang Xuan, akin to Demon Possession, forgot everything, focusing solely on the towering Tower of Space-Time.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of years passed. The distance he measured might have long surpassed a thousand light-years. To think, the nearest star to the Solar System is less than ten light-years away.

His skin gradually lost its luster, his black hair turned grey, finally whitened completely, along with the unconscious hunch of his body and wrinkled skin, Wang Xuan appeared entirely like an old man nearing decay.

The power of time was overwhelmingly strong, emperors bitterly lamented, even Celestial Immortals with ten thousand years of longevity couldn’t endure the passage of time. Immortal and undying Divine Spirits would also be extinguished with the end of an era and the destruction of the cosmos.

Hundred thousand years, millions of years, those were truly ages and epochs of spring and autumn.

Wang Xuan—nearly decayed—ahead, the Tower of Space-Time was finally in sight. He could now see on its body the overbearing invisible talismans and a pattern representing the principles of the world.

"How many years have passed?" Wang Xuan startled, only then realizing his Essence Qi had dried up, the boundless Essence Qi he once possessed had vanished, his power far less than before.

He didn’t understand why he was so focused on walking towards the Tower of Space-Time until nearing.

By his lifespan, he should easily live for a hundred thousand years, yet his decrepit body signified the passage of countless years.

Possessed, he walked step by step toward the Tower of Space-Time, reasonless, forgetting all worries and consequences, solely to approach the tower.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have done this; even now, he couldn’t fathom why he foolishly walked for tens of thousands of years, like sleepwalking.

How tall was this Tower of Space-Time?

Wang Xuan didn’t know its height, but when he attempted to measure it, the result was nearing decay, and time left mottled marks on his body.

The Jade Tower shone resplendently, octagonal, with majestic divine beasts perched on its eaves. Only upon getting closer did he comprehend the tower’s exquisite nature.

The perched divine beasts, dignified and dominant, their gaze captivating like stars, even their skin’s texture visible down to the micron, as if they were alive.

Or perhaps, these perched divine beast sculptures were indeed live divine beasts bound, becoming decorations of the Tower of Space-Time.

After thousands of years, Wang Xuan finally found a grand and ancient portal with four large characters carved on it.

The first character was suffused with time’s power, seemingly glancing at it would rob one’s lifespan. The second character suffused with space’s power, a character could encompass the cosmos, capable of being infinitely large or small.

Regarding the last two characters’ mysteries, Wang Xuan couldn’t discern them.

Pressing his palm on the portal, Wang Xuan pushed with all his might, but the portal didn’t budge.

Pushing again, the result remained unchanged.

Transformed into a sword, Wang Xuan unleashed all his power, fiercely striking the portal.

Boom!

In an explosion, Wang Xuan lost consciousness.

Upon awakening, he found himself at Black and White Mountain. Black and White Mountain, clear waters and verdant hills, Spiritual Bamboo swaying, fragrant medicine fields, Immortal Crane dancing.

His flesh body was still brimming with vitality, his Primordial Spirit still vibrant; those tens of thousands of years seemed like a dream.

Rubbing his head, he felt a character seemed to imprint on his forehead, in the dream when he became a sword, it had collided with the first character among the four on the portal.

That collision was so hard it made his skull ache, and even now, it still buzzed incessantly.

With a sweep of Divine Thought, he saw a character indeed an inch above his brow, penetrating his flesh, bone, and emitting from the Primordial Spirit.

"What is this?" Wang Xuan probed, with his Cultivation Level, he could comprehend most things in the world, be it material composition or heavenly principles.

After a long time, he confirmed this character was indeed from the Tower of Space-Time, a symbol representing time power.

Using his finger as a brush, he wrote on the ground; as soon as he completed a stroke, the soil instantly turned to powder, and his finger similarly dissolved.

Pulled out a black Long Sword, and took a True Tier Top Grade piece of Immortal Gold, Wang Xuan attempted to write again. After half-written, the Immortal Gold’s essence completely dissipated, finally transforming into extremely tiny energy particles, as though having undergone tens of billions of years of brilliance.