In the days that followed, Su Yun’s life became almost monotonous to the extreme, as if someone had pressed the repeat button. Day after day, only the word “cultivation” ran through it all, with no other distractions.
That room filled with laws was a true cultivation sanctuary.
Inside, multiple laws intertwined and lingered, forming a natural training field. More importantly, the time flow there was ten times that of the outside world.
Outside, a single day passed in the blink of an eye; inside, ten days had already elapsed.
Su Yun almost completely cut off all unnecessary socializing. When Chu Yu’er invited her to browse the magic market, she politely declined.
When Su Miaomiao asked her to study a new magic scroll together, she could only say “next time.”
Aside from setting aside half an hour each day to ask Lin Mo about any cultivation confusions she encountered, she spent the rest of her time immersed in constructing her spiritual world and honing her mana.
As for Mo Qingqing, at some point she had become addicted to a dual-player fighting magic terminal game called Dimensional Fighter. All day long, she curled up on the sofa holding the terminal, her fingers flying across the light screen, occasionally muttering things like “Combo didn’t connect” or “That counter-kill was awesome.” Her previous enthusiasm for tormenting Su Yun had been completely replaced by the game.
Occasionally, when Su Yun came out of the law room to replenish energy, Mo Qingqing would just toss her a bottle of mana nutrient solution without even lifting her head, then dive back into the heat of the game.
This unexpected “peace” allowed Su Yun to throw herself entirely into cultivation without any distractions, making rapid progress day by day.
Time quietly passed amid the surging of mana and the intertwining of laws. Outside, the Trial Tower rankings remained in constant flux, with the center of conversation always revolving around Ning Die.
Relying on the unique resource advantages of the Dominator family, plus the personal training from several Primeval Mages her father had hired, Ning Die’s progress was astonishingly fast. From floor 52 to floor 60, she only took five days.
When she broke through floor 70, she used a secret technique fused with law force to one-shot the floor guardian, shocking the entire academy.
In just one month, she fought her way through countless obstacles and firmly stood at the threshold of floor 76, becoming the undisputed ceiling among low-rank mages, earning admiration and envy from countless people.
On the day Ning Die finished her rest and was about to challenge floor 77, a faint sigh finally came from inside the law room—a sigh carrying relief and immense power.
She had succeeded.
Inside the spiritual world, it was no longer the simple palace it had once been. Instead, it was a magnificent, orderly panorama of the three realms.
Two hundred and forty-five law patterns dotted the space like stars, each emitting its own unique light.
The silver-white patterns of Space Law crisscrossed, forming the boundaries of the three realms.
The ink-black patterns of Soul Dao Law flowed through the underworld, maintaining the cycle of souls.
The crimson patterns of Force Law supported the dome of the heavenly court, exuding supreme majesty.
Death Dao, Lightning Dao, Water Dao… the remaining two hundred and forty-four law patterns each performed their own functions.
Meanwhile, the complete Rule Law gifted by the Sovereign of Rules transformed into “celestial decrees” that spanned heaven and earth, acting as invisible shackles and guidelines, firmly binding all laws together so they did not conflict but complemented each other, forming a perfect closed loop.
Above the sky was the heavenly court shrouded in mist and clouds.
Jade towers and gemmed pavilions stood in close succession, with golden law light flowing like streams between the buildings.
Using her own imagination as a blueprint, Su Yun had crafted lifelike divine avatars:
The Jade Emperor, holding a jade ruyi scepter and bearing a dignified expression—identical to herself.
The Queen Mother of the West, draped in rainbow-colored robes, gentle and dignified.
The Duke of Thunder and Mother of Lightning, grasping a law whip with eyes wide open in anger.
Each avatar carried the corresponding law power, their auras imposing, as if true deities had descended.
Beneath the earth lay the dark and solemn underworld, where black Soul Dao Law transformed into chains held by the Black and White Impermanence. King Yanluo sat solemnly in the Senluo Palace, judging each soul based on the Rule Law.
The reincarnation channel emitted a faint gray light, carrying the ultimate law of life’s cycle.
Between heaven and earth was the mortal realm, full of the breath of daily life. Mountains, rivers, towns, and villages spread out according to Geography Law and Life Law. A gentle breeze blew, bringing the scent of grass and trees, showcasing order and vitality everywhere.
The complete prototype of the three realms had taken shape in her spiritual world, unshakable.
At the same time, the ninefold empowerment formation that Lin Mo had set up outside the room roared to life.
Countless streams of pure and extreme mana, like surging rivers, flowed along the formation patterns into Su Yun’s body, impacting her mana bottlenecks.
It was well known that ranks below Superposition could theoretically be rapidly ascended through formation empowerment.
But for ordinary people, this was no different from suicide.
The explosive growth of mana far exceeded the carrying capacity of the spirit. It was like binding a huge rock with a thin thread—any carelessness would lead to backlash from the uncontrolled mana within.
At best, one’s cultivation would be completely crippled; at worst, one would explode into pieces.
But Su Yun was different.
The three-realm structure in her spiritual world was a novel concept that even Lin Mo had never imagined.
The two hundred and forty-five law patterns interlinked and supported each other, infinitely expanding her spiritual breadth to rival that of a Superposition mage. Although there was still a considerable gap in spiritual intensity and quality compared to a true Superposition existence, it was enough to steadily withstand the impact of the mana empowerment. She could even quickly convert and distribute the incoming mana to every corner of the three-realm structure, turning it into energy to sustain the realms’ operation.
When the formation’s light gradually faded, the mana aura within Su Yun’s body had reached a terrifying peak.
This was the absolute limit of a low-rank mage.
According to the normal path of advancement, her current foundation had already far exceeded the threshold of a mid-rank mage.
If she wished, she could break through to the next rank at any time.
But she deliberately suppressed this opportunity for advancement.
For the sake of that custom divine artifact, she had to pass the Trial Tower’s ultimate assessment as a low-rank mage.
“That divine artifact is just a gimmick! A complete waste of time!”
At the entrance of the Trial Tower, Ning Die, who had again been repelled from floor 77, couldn’t help complaining.
Her tone carried obvious lingering fear.
“It’s hard to imagine that kind of monster appearing in a world not anchored by a Dominator.”
In this attempt at floor 77, she had gone all out, even using a life-saving secret technique gifted by her father, but still suffered a crushing defeat.
Still, despite her complaints, Ning Die’s face was hard to hide her pride.
“Being able to climb to floor 76 is enough for me. Among those of the same rank, I may not be absolutely number one, but I’m definitely top-tier. Not many can compare.”
She turned to look at Su Yun, who was standing silently nearby. “Su Yun, you don’t need to take it too seriously. If you really want that custom divine artifact, I can have Dad make one for you. It’s no trouble for him.” In Ning Die’s view, since her father was a Dominator, crafting a divine artifact casually was no different from the Trial Tower’s reward. There was no need to suffer through it.
“No, no, no! That’s not necessary!” Su Yun waved her hands quickly in refusal, her gaze firm. “Thank you for your kindness, but I still want to try it myself.”
She didn’t want to owe Ning Die such a huge favor.
A Dominator’s favor weighed as heavy as Mount Tai.
As a little slave living under someone else’s roof, she simply couldn’t repay it.
More importantly, she wanted to verify her own strength.
Lin Mo had told her that those who could pass the Trial Tower’s ultimate assessment were inevitably invincible among their peers, without a shred of controversy.
Because the top floor of every Trial Tower corresponded to the strongest of the same rank among countless possible futures.
Starting from floor 70, the guardians of each floor were not ordinary experts.
They were existences from independent worlds not anchored by any Dominator—beings who had endured countless hardships and stood at the pinnacle of their rank.
Ning Die’s ability to break through six consecutive floors and reach floor 76 was already extraordinarily brilliant, far surpassing ordinary people.
Seeing Su Yun’s persistence, Ning Die didn’t try to persuade her further. But inwardly, she mused.
She admitted that Su Yun had undoubtedly made great progress under Lin Mo’s recent training.
But to say she could surpass her by much—that she didn’t believe.
Above floor 70, every guardian had experienced their own unique “miracle.”
The power of those people was already beyond the scope of conventional cultivation, carrying a certain irreproducible randomness.
Su Yun was indeed strong, with a solid foundation, but in Ning Die’s view, she could at most push to the 80s, touching the threshold of high-rank guardians.
As for wanting to pass the final assessment and obtain that so-called divine artifact—that was still a bit off.
What she didn’t know was that Su Yun’s strength could no longer be summarized by “solid foundation.”
The three-realm structure in her spiritual world, the perfect fusion of two hundred and forty-five laws, gave her a dimension of power that no low-rank mage could possibly possess.
Other people’s battles were collisions of mana and laws.
But Su Yun’s battle was the crushing weight of an entire three realms.