888: Chapter 877 Wenya in Danger!!

From now on, these two would be his most loyal servants, with absolutely no possibility of betrayal.

This Saintess and Saint of the Temple of Time could be considered one of the greatest gains from Qin Yan's trip to the Sea of Time.

After Saintess Qian Xi realized that an inexplicable one percent of Time Profundity had appeared within her body, an irrepressible shock surged in her heart.

One percent of Time Profundity—that was simply too much.

One had to know that even among the Elders in their Temple of Time who had lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, the amount of Time Profundity carried within their bodies absolutely did not reach this level.

The moment this massive amount of Time Profundity merged into her body, Saintess Qian Xi clearly felt that her comprehension of the Rules of Time was rising steadily at an astonishing speed.

If her talent for time could be considered outstanding before, then now, it was a true rebirth.

It far surpassed her previous Peak state.

"Thank you for your grace, Master. Saintess Qian Xi will certainly not fail your high expectations."

Saintess Qian Xi bowed deeply to Qin Yan, her ethereal and refined face filled with heartfelt reverence and gratitude.

This Time Profundity that Qin Yan had bestowed upon her made her feel as if she had been reborn.

She had absolute confidence that she could push her Time Golden Body to a height of ninety-eight zhang during her subsequent Cultivation.

As for that legendary ninety-nine zhang limit of the Golden Body, which only a Prodigy of the ages could touch, the hope remained slim.

Ninety-nine zhang was simply too difficult; even among the successive reserve members of the Saint and Saintess of their Temple of Time, the vast majority had failed to Cultivate to this Supreme Realm.

In the following days, the Eternal Palace traveled silently through the Sea of Time.

Qin Yan no longer continued to Cultivate the Dao of Time; instead, he flipped his hand to retrieve the moyuan spirit weapon and began his day-after-day Spear Technique training.

Around him, the Supreme-grade Great Destruction Domain unfolded on its own, and the dense destruction aura surged and flowed within the Domain like countless grey-black Dragons.

On the long spear, the Great Destruction Spear Intent flickered incessantly, and every thrust left behind ink-black tracks of Spear Intent in the silver seawater.

Cultivating in this way allowed him to gain valuable Skill Points while simultaneously improving the proficiency of his Great Destruction Domain, killing two birds with one stone.

As for the two Supreme-grade Spear Intents of Yin and Yang, he did not need to worry about them at all.

They were nourished day and night by the Yin-Yang Qi within the Yin-Yang Fish Dao Diagram in his body, constantly increasing their progress on their own, which could be called fully automated Cultivation.

Meanwhile, Saintess Qian Xi sat quietly on the massive bed constructed from time crystals, her eyes closed as she immersed herself in Cultivation.

The dense Power of Time permeated from the bed like a gentle silver stream, wrapping around her layer by layer.

The silver light flowed slowly around her, draping her naturally ethereal and refined face and slender, graceful figure in a dreamlike, silvery-white veil.

At this moment, set against this silver radiance, Saintess Qian Xi no longer seemed like the submissive and humble servant to Qin Yan.

Instead, she had regained the nobility and sanctity befitting a Saintess of the Temple of Time, appearing like a Goddess of Time who had walked out of the River of Time, so dazzling that one dared not look directly at her.

Qin Yan stopped his long spear and glanced at the graceful figure shrouded in silver brilliance on the bed, feeling a silent exclamation in his heart.

When Saintess Qian Xi was not speaking, she did indeed possess a certain air of a Saintess from a super power.

However, once he thought of her earlier appearance—kneeling on all fours, her face flushed as she called him Master—Qin Yan felt that the holy scene before him was filled with an indescribable sense of dissonance.

He shook his head to steady his mind and continued to brandish the moyuan spirit weapon in his hand.

Time passed quietly amidst the flying spear shadows and the flow of the Power of Time.

September 30th.

Today was the day to leave the Sea of Time.

Having stayed in this silver sea area with ten times the flow rate for a full one hundred days, while only ten days had passed in the outside world, this long yet short journey through the Sea of Time had finally come to an end.

In a certain part of the Sea of Time.

"Boom—"

A deafening roar exploded violently in the silver seawater.

A bedraggled blue figure flew backward from the center of the explosion like a kite with a broken string.

It tumbled through the silver seawater for several tens of zhang before barely managing to stabilize its body.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya's appearance at this moment was miserable to the extreme.

That usually neat and clean blue robe was already tattered, and large patches of blood had stained the robe dark red, clinging tightly to his lacerated wounds.

A streak of undried blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his right hand, which held the Spirit Brush, was dripping with blood, the entire palm trembling uncontrollably.

Behind him, two Yuan Palace Disciples dressed in yellow robes with exquisite black patterns embroidered on the edges were pursuing him relentlessly.

Both of them exuded the terrifying aura of a Peak Grandmaster.

"Senior Disciple Wen Ya, hand over the time crystals on you, and we might consider sparing your life!"

A Yuan Palace Disciple behind him shouted sternly.

Before the words had even faded, he raised his hand and struck out with a palm through the air; a massive, earth-yellow palm print shot out, carrying the force of ten thousand jun as it slammed fiercely toward Senior Disciple Wen Ya's back.

Senior Disciple Wen Ya gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain throughout his body, as his right hand rapidly traced with the Spirit Brush in the air, allowing streams of ink-colored characters to flow from the tip.

They arranged themselves in the Void Realm into a translucent character shield, facing the oncoming, whistling yellow palm print head-on.

However, he was at the end of his rope, and the True Qi in his body was nearly exhausted.

Those character shields, which were usually enough to easily block attacks from the same Realm, were now as fragile as thin paper, being violently crushed the instant they collided with the palm print.

After shattering the character shield, the yellow palm print did not lose its momentum and continued to blast toward Senior Disciple Wen Ya.

At the critical moment, dense phantom images of characters emerged around Senior Disciple Wen Ya.

Those characters, as if possessing life, wove themselves into a final defensive barrier, barely managing to block the remaining power of the palm print.

However, during this momentary delay, the two Yuan Palace Disciples had already firmly surrounded him from the left and right.

"You two, there's no need to pursue me so relentlessly for just this little bit of time crystals, right?"

Senior Disciple Wen Ya raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a hoarse voice.

He had only harvested less than a thousand time crystals in the time cave; was it really worth it for these two Yuan Palace Disciples to chase him to this extent over such a small amount?

The two Yuan Palace Disciples did not answer him, but instead exchanged a silent glance before simultaneously attacking Senior Disciple Wen Ya.

"Boom, boom—"

Brilliant earth-yellow light shimmered around them, and ripples appeared in the Void Realm as they swung their fists and palms.