Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

Chapter 373 Year After Year

A space imbued with spiritual energy.

"Holy crap! Ten thousand years!"

"I'm going to stay here for ten thousand years!!!"

Wang Sheng was forcibly suppressed by Qi Sheng from beginning to end. It was only after he was locked in the spiritual energy space that he gained the power to act on his own.

At this moment, Wang Sheng's eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief, horror, and madness. His blood and qi surged, and the pressure around him was violently agitated. He was so angry that he cursed loudly.

next moment.

"Do not speak carelessly! Focus on your practice!"

Qi Sheng's voice echoed throughout the entire spiritual space.

The voice was not loud, but it carried the unique Daoist aura of a sage, suppressing every corner of the space and instantly calming all the restless spiritual energy. Even Wang Sheng's boiling blood and qi suddenly froze.

Wang Sheng, who had been filled with despair and anguish, changed his expression upon hearing Qi Sheng's words, immediately regaining his composure, respectfully bowing, and saying...

"Yes, Ancestor!"

The vast spiritual space returned to deathly silence.

There was no echo, no movement. After Qi Sheng's voice dissipated, there was no sound at all, as if the saint had completely withdrawn after giving his instructions and never paid attention to this space again.

After a while,

Wang Shengcai accepted the gift, calmed his mind, and considered his future.

The most important thing is cultivation.

This space is filled with extremely rich spiritual energy, far surpassing any top-tier secret realm outside. It is innate spiritual energy condensed by Qi Sheng using saintly methods, pure and immaculate, gentle and nourishing, making it most suitable for breakthroughs in cultivation.

Only by cultivating to the level of Quasi-Saint might one have a chance to leave this place.

Secondly,

Wang Sheng roughly guessed Qi Sheng's purpose.

Although the full picture is unclear, Qi Sheng's decision to imprison him for ten thousand years was probably to protect him.

The Holy Light Civilization is about to launch a massive invasion, and it will appear right behind the Azure Profound Imperial Clan.

This is an unprecedented crisis.

At that time, civilizations of all races will clash, gods and demons will rise together, star fields will collapse, and the sun and moon will be overturned.

Even the most powerful emperors, who stand tall throughout the heavens, have to personally take charge of the battle and fight bloody battles.

Saints shedding blood, emperors being wounded, and star fields being destroyed will all become the norm.

In this cataclysmic event that swept across the universe, even the most powerful gods, god-kings, and ordinary quasi-saints were as insignificant as dust and as fragile as glass, and could fall into the void at any moment, leaving no trace of their bodies.

"That old man really meant well but ended up doing something wrong!"

Wang Sheng had no choice but to sit down cross-legged and cultivate to the Quasi-Saint level first.

As he calmed down,

Strive to cultivate yourself

A vast, ocean-like surge of spiritual energy rushed in instantly, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. It flowed continuously into his body through his pores, meridians, and acupoints, cleansing his physical body, nourishing his soul, and tempering his foundation.

His cultivation progress began to improve little by little.

One hundred years

It's gone in the blink of an eye.

A full century of secluded cultivation, day after day, year after year of honing and accumulating knowledge, combined with the unique cultivation environment of the Sage's Secret Realm, and the hard work that Heaven rewards diligence.

Wang Sheng's cultivation level broke through continuously, completely breaking through the shackles of the peak of Yang God, crossing the cultivation barrier, and steadily stepping into the Quasi-Saint realm!

His body was filled with the aura of Dao, and the pressure of a quasi-saint permeated all directions. His physical body, soul, and foundation of Dao had all undergone transformation, and he had already touched the threshold of the Great Dao of Sainthood.

"Ancestor, Ancestor, I've reached the Quasi-Saint level!"

"Ancestor! Can you hear me?"

Within the spiritual energy space, Wang Sheng shouted loudly.

But there was no response to him.

It seemed as if Qi Sheng hadn't heard him.

"broken!"

"They're not really planning to lock me up for ten thousand years, are they?!"

Wang Sheng's heart sank.

Ten thousand years is too long; he can't wait that long. He'll seize the day.

Today, various civilizations are pressing in on our borders.

Although the Holy Martial Civilization was strong, it was still at a disadvantage when faced with the siege of the Quta Civilization.

What Wang Sheng was worried about was

Even if he were to be reborn ten thousand years later, it would be troublesome if his civilization were to crumble and turn into ruins.

Boom boom boom!

A vast and boundless quasi-saint power swept over his entire body, and a ten-thousand-foot-tall Daoist aura soared into the sky. Terrifying power erupted and swept wildly across the entire spiritual energy space.

Terrifying powers, capable of easily tearing apart galaxies, severing entire star systems, and shattering billions of stars, exploded wildly in space.

A strong wind howled, Dao patterns flickered, spiritual energy raged, and the void trembled layer by layer, stirring up a monstrous storm of spiritual energy.

This was a full-force attack from a quasi-saint, powerful enough to shake a small world and crush countless star field experts.

But then a truly despairing scene unfolded.

No matter how violent and devastating his power was, this spiritual space, forged by the sage himself, remained as stable as a rock and remained completely still.

The spatial barrier was smooth and solid, without a single crack or vibration, completely isolating him from all power impacts, as if his full-force burst was nothing more than a gentle breeze across the ocean.

"The power of a saint!"

Wang Sheng muttered to himself, his face grim.

He tried to shatter this space with his quasi-saint power, but the result was like an ant trying to shake a tree—it had no effect whatsoever.

"The Way of the Sage!"

Wang Sheng sat down cross-legged again and closed his eyes.

One hundred years

Two hundred years,

Three hundred years...

Time passed slowly like this.

During this period,

Occasionally, cultivation resources or cultivation manuals might fall into the wrong hands.

This was a backup plan that Qi Sheng had already prepared, providing him with a continuous stream of top-tier cultivation resources to ensure that his cultivation would be flawless and his realm would not stagnate for ten thousand years.

But Qi Sheng never showed up and paid no attention to Wang Sheng.

After two hundred years of seclusion, Wang Sheng himself had already perfected his Quasi-Saint realm to perfection.

His mechanical clone, which had been tempered by countless battles and integrated with the core of mechanical civilization, was hidden within his body. Nourished by endless spiritual energy and top-level resources, it finally broke through its shackles, crossed layers of barriers, and successfully entered the Quasi-Saint realm. Its mechanical body was indestructible and unparalleled in offense and defense.

After four hundred years of seclusion, he devoted himself to studying the ancient insectoid scriptures bestowed by Qi Sheng. After hundreds of years of effort, he finally broke through the innate bottleneck of the insectoid beings' realm.

After years of dormancy, the insectoid clone broke through the sixth-order limit in one fell swoop and transformed into a top-level seventh-order being. It then made rapid progress all the way and finally steadily reached the peak of the seventh order. Its physical body was strong, its reproduction was invincible, and its devouring was unparalleled. Its combat power was completely comparable to that of a top-level quasi-saint!

Time continued to fly by, a thousand years, thirteen hundred years, fifteen hundred years...

After a long period of seclusion and arduous cultivation spanning 1,500 years, nourished by endless spiritual energy, tempered by supreme techniques, and piled up with massive resources, all of Wang Sheng's trump card clones underwent tremendous transformations.

The War King avatar, created through cultivating the classic texts of the Blue Moon Civilization, broke free from the shackles of his cultivation realm and ascended to the peak of the seventh rank.

According to the ancient texts and methods of the Dark Civilization, he wields the Dark Path, roams the Netherworld, and slaughters invisible dark clones. He perfects the Dark Dao Fruit, his combat power skyrockets, and he firmly holds the position of a seventh-tier peak Quasi-Saint.

Having cultivated through the Holy Light Civilization, he became an angelic avatar wielding the power of light. He thoroughly purified the impurities in his bloodline, comprehended the top-tier angelic Dao, and also broke through to the peak of the seventh rank, possessing both offensive and defensive capabilities.

then,

Fifteen hundred years have passed,

Sixteen hundred years ago,

Seventeen hundred years...

time flies.

Wang Sheng passed on the various techniques he had learned to the Heavenly Pride, who then used their talents and efforts to modify and create various supernatural powers.

This kind of supernatural power must have many flaws and failures.

But that doesn't matter, as long as it's theoretically feasible, Wang Sheng will definitely be able to master it.

Most people in Heaven have fallen into a deep sleep, a state of suspended animation, in order to prolong their lifespan.

Only a few people who pursued the Great Dao cultivated with Wang Sheng.

Human Ancestor, Hidden Ancestor, Su Yunshuang and other prodigies have all made great progress.

The fastest-growing ancestors have already reached the peak of the Dharma Aspect Realm, only one step away from becoming a Yin God.

Similarly, the Ancestor of Humanity was also the main person in charge of compiling the supernatural powers.

His level of understanding is low, so there may be many errors in the supernatural powers he has compiled, but as long as the overall framework is correct, that's fine.

Two thousand years have passed!

Wang Sheng still couldn't find a way out.

"Two thousand years!"

In the spiritual space, Wang Sheng sighed softly.

The three thousand years have arrived.

Still no hope.

When the four thousand years arrive...

Wang Sheng had almost given up hope.

But at this moment,

A violent tremor suddenly resounded from inside the spiritual energy space.

Click, click...

Several huge cracks appeared in the spiritual energy space.