Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Three Time Tribulations

Hearing Zhou Ye concede, Wang Jie smiled.

Once you cracked the method, victory came naturally.

The more bizarre Zhou Ye’s method was, the more helpless he became after it was exposed.

That finger shadow had been ordinary, yet it shattered Zhou Ye’s left arm. Clearly, Zhou Ye’s defense was weak.

He relied entirely on that method.

“Brother Zhou,” Wang Jie said, “let me give you one piece of advice. Many people can see through your method. Those in the Hundred-Star Realm and Star-Refining Realm can do it too. You won’t go far relying on this alone.”

Zhou Ye nodded. “I know. I never planned to go this far in the first place. I’m just a rogue cultivator. Being able to cultivate to this level is already enough. I don’t ask for much.”

He cupped his fist. “Thank you for the reminder, Brother Wang.”

Wang Jie won.

Outsiders still found it baffling, but many people looked at Zhou Ye differently now.

Because after his defeat, someone revealed his method.

Void displacement.

That was Zhou Ye’s method—his Bridgeway Art.

It wasn’t simply stepping into the void. It was displacing the void itself. You could only feel it at the moment the arrow entered your body.

Because only the person pierced by the arrow knew where it should have hit—and where it finally hit instead.

They were using their lives to calculate the answer.

Wang Jie could win because his physical body was strong enough to endure it.

Otherwise, like Qing Kong, even if he eventually saw through it, he would’ve died before he could act.

“So that’s why he’s so strong. So it’s this.”

“What, you think that kind of method is simple? That’s the void. Among the Four Bridge-Pillars, only Bu Zou Guan and the Void Mountains can touch the void.”

“But his is Bridgeway Art, not cultivated power.”

“True. Now that his method’s exposed, anyone fighting him later can think of ways to respond.”

“It’s a pity he used it up in the Full-Star Realm tournament. If he’d saved it for the Roaming-Star Realm tournament, he might’ve gone a step further.”

“After all, he’s just a rogue cultivator.”

“And he’s cross-eyed too, hahaha…”

Zhou Ye vanished from the arena under a wave of mockery.

Wang Jie’s gaze turned strange.

Was it really Bridgeway Art?

As the thought lingered, the barrier on the nearby arena vanished.

Ting Chen raised her hand toward Wu Ming and curled her five fingers.

No one knew what she did.

Even Wu Ming didn’t know.

Yet he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The sight stunned everyone.

Wang Jie’s pupils shrank as he looked over.

Outside, countless voices erupted. “No way—Wu Ming coughed up blood?”

“Is it backlash from his last fight?”

“Impossible. It’s that woman. What did she do?”

“Damn it, I thought she got here on luck. What was that?”

In that moment, not only ordinary cultivators but even Old Ancestor-level experts within the major sects stared at the light screen, expressions heavy.

At Black-White Heaven, Zhi Yu’s gaze darkened. “Was that… the Three Time Tribulations?”

Shu Rang nodded. “So Ting Can’s old ghost really used it. I didn’t expect someone from the Ting family could cultivate that art.”

Zhi Yu frowned hard. “A supreme art from the era of the Star-Flipping Tribulation. By all accounts, no one in this era should be able to cultivate it. Is that girl Ting Can’s descendant?”

His voice lowered. “Wouldn’t that mean…?”

Shu Rang grinned. “Heh. That’s right. She’s my disciple’s target.”

Zhi Yu stared at him in disbelief. “You really dare to say that.”

“What’s there to fear? Swing the pole and see if there’s a date. Maybe there is.”

“I’m afraid your disciple won’t swing the pole,” Zhi Yu muttered. “He’ll get beaten to death by hers.”

“Then that’s fate.”

Zhi Yu shook his head.

On the arena, Wu Ming’s expression shifted as he stared forward, confused and wary. “What did you do?”

He was clearly injured, yet he didn’t even know how.

Ting Chen didn’t answer.

She curled her five fingers again.

Wu Ming dodged, but still coughed blood mid-motion and fell hard to the stone.

The arena fell silent.

Why were they all so strange?

Some couldn’t be touched. Some couldn’t be understood. One even handed out red packets.

At this point, Wang Jie was the only one who looked normal.

Steady as a mountain.

Wang Jie stared at Ting Chen.

She’d only shown her strength now.

What had she done?

Qi Sight couldn’t see it at all.

He was far too weak in the path of qi.

At Jia Yi Sect, Chen Yang finally felt a little better.

No one would dare mock him now, right?

Who could’ve known that woman was a monster?

Even Wu Ming had coughed up blood immediately.

At the edge of the Bridge-Pillar, deep in the universe, Qing Huan’s expression was grave.

What kind of method was this?

Why did everything feel so bizarre now?

None of it was bright and straightforward.

At Tian Cang, Shu Mu Ye and the others watched too.

“Looks like the ones chasing us aren’t only our peers,” someone murmured. “It’s also these people. They’re right on our heels. Realm means nothing to them.”

“Interesting.”

On the arena, Wu Ming charged at Ting Chen.

He couldn’t stay passive.

At the very least, he couldn’t let that hand keep aiming at him.

Ting Chen lowered her hand.

Wu Ming coughed blood a third time.

She hadn’t even aimed properly, and he was still injured.

But this time he’d prepared for it. Even while coughing blood, he reached her and struck with one palm, dark radiance contained within—Great Bright Palm.

Ting Chen raised her hand. Her slender palm met his.

Boom.

Starforce collided. The void burst.

Wu Ming was thrown back, slamming to the ground.

People clicked their tongues.

Even in a direct clash, Wu Ming lost.

Both of them had been awarded the Enlightenment Tea.

Wu Ming had crushed Hou Qing Ge.

Now he was being crushed by someone who hadn’t been awarded the Enlightenment Tea.

The Enlightenment Tea represented the Star Vault Vista’s judgment.

But the Star Vault Vista didn’t represent the entire universe.

Zhou Ye beating two Enlightenment Tea recipients in a row proved that.

Jing Hong had pressured Wen Qing so hard that Wen Qing hadn’t even dared use Wondrous Origin Nine Changes, saving it so his older brother could face Jing Hong later.

Now everyone wanted to know where Ting Chen came from.

On the arena, Wu Ming stood, looked at his palm, then looked at Ting Chen and said something no one understood. “One move, two forms—or two moves, one form?”

Ting Chen’s gaze settled on him, calm, with a hint of surprise. “You saw through it in one try. As expected of Reverse-Delusion Mountain’s Self-Imprisoned One. Since ancient times, no one has ever heard of someone using realm to imprison battle power. It’s always battle power surpassing realm.”

Wu Ming shook out his arm and snorted. “Can’t help it. Being too gifted is also a mistake.”

Then he stared at Ting Chen. “I can see through that palm, but I can’t see through the first move.”

“You can keep watching.”

Ting Chen raised her hand again, aiming from afar.

Wu Ming vanished in an instant—Three Thousand Steps. Each step left an afterimage. Nine steps could form three thousand afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, they covered the entire arena.

Even so, he still coughed blood and retreated, and Three Thousand Steps dispersed.

Wu Ming forced starforce through the injury. He clasped his palms together, dark radiance spinning without stopping. Mirrors appeared around him—No-Abode Mirror Domain.

Ting Chen acted as if she hadn’t even seen it. She curled her five fingers toward Wu Ming again.

Wu Ming’s eyes widened.

All the mirror realms around him shattered.

Three-Chi Mirror Domain could move freely, but movement meant nothing against this.

He was still injured.

Grinding through the pain, he blasted the dark radiance from his palm straight at Ting Chen.

Ting Chen lifted her other hand and struck with her palm.

Still, nothing looked special.

In that instant, Wang Jie stared hard, trying to use Qi Sight.

He saw the qi—unbelievably simple, as if it only surged from her body and followed her palm strike.

Yet that one palm held the dark radiance for three breaths, giving Ting Chen time to evade.

She stepped aside.

The dark radiance swept past where she’d been and blasted out of the arena.

Wu Ming used Three Thousand Steps again, his figures filling the arena. As if he’d expected her to dodge, he was already waiting.

No-Abode Mirror Domain appeared again, surrounding Ting Chen. Dark radiance fired from every mirror, leaving nowhere to escape—above or below.

Ting Chen stood still and lifted her eyes.

Across from her, Wang Jie’s gaze tightened.

What was he seeing?

In that moment, Ting Chen’s pupils changed completely.

One pupil turned black.

The other turned white.

The instant their eyes met, Wang Jie felt dazed.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

All the mirrors shattered.

In front of Wu Ming, Ting Chen appeared.

She’d seen through No-Abode Mirror Domain.

In three steps, she reached him and struck.

That palm hit Wu Ming’s chest and drove a deep print through his back, streaked with blood.

Wu Ming twisted to unload the force, grabbed Ting Chen’s wrist with one hand, and stared into her eyes.

Just like Wang Jie—

What kind of eyes were those?

Even with heavy injury, he forced himself to hold on, yet his mind still slipped blank for an instant.

Ting Chen met his gaze, turned her palm, and struck his arm, shaking him back. Then she stepped forward, passing him as they crossed.

Wu Ming took another heavy blow, spat blood, and dropped to one knee.

At the Eastern Dipper Bridge-Pillar, many people were shaken.

These were cultivators who had challenged Wu Ming, or received his guidance to break through. Now they couldn’t believe the mysterious Self-Imprisoned One looked this miserable.

Ting Chen turned and looked down at him. “You lost.”

Wu Ming panted, staring at the ground. His vision blurred.

All he could think of were those pupils—black and white.

Bridgeway Art?

Bloodline?

Or some kind of art?

He couldn’t understand.

Slowly, he lifted his head. Ting Chen’s pupils were already back to normal.

He stared at her and gave a bleak smile. “Yeah. I lost.”

Ting Chen’s starforce calmed. It looked like she didn’t plan to strike again.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll sneak-attack you?” Wu Ming asked.

Ting Chen didn’t care. “You can’t.”

Wu Ming stared at her for a long moment, then turned his eyes toward Wang Jie on the other arena, and finally toward Jing Hong.

“I lost,” he said hoarsely, “but I still want to do something.”

After speaking, he coughed blood, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began murmuring.

Ting Chen frowned, confused. There was no battle summon anymore. He’d already conceded. Why was he still doing this?

The sound reached Ting Chen—and Wang Jie—and Jing Hong—and countless others.

At Reverse-Delusion Mountain, the Mountain Lord Han Zhang opened his cloudy eyes and looked at the light screen. Who was this child helping?

As long as Ting Chen didn’t kill Wu Ming, Wu Ming could remain on the arena.

He admitted defeat, but as long as he didn’t vanish, the win-loss wasn’t finalized.

And what he murmured now was the Non-Abiding Heart Scripture.

The Non-Abiding Heart Scripture he had comprehended himself.

He wasn’t teaching it to others. Non-Abiding Heart Scripture could help someone break through, but it couldn’t be cultivated directly.

No one understood what Wu Ming meant to do—until Jing Hong’s expression shifted.

“Baldy,” Jing Hong said, “are you trying to make us break through?”

Hearing that, many people finally understood.

So that was it.

That bald man was ruthless.

He’d chosen a different path.

This was the Full-Star Realm tournament. If someone broke through into the Roaming-Star Realm during the tournament, they naturally couldn’t continue competing.