# Chapter 1463: Engraving Time Imprints
On Wen Shusheng's forehead, beads of sweat as big as beans emerged, and he was quite worried in his heart: "Zhang Ruochen dares to cooperate with Lingyan Mofei? Doesn't he know this is like collaborating with a tiger, and one misstep could lead to eternal damnation?"
Wu Hao, however, remained calm, his mind stirring slightly: "As long as Guanghan Realm and Great Demon Ten Directions Realm cooperate, seizing the Merit Record Wall should not be difficult."
Immediately afterward, he voiced this proposal.
In Wu Hao's view, Guanghan Realm and Great Demon Ten Directions Realm were not competitors. After all, Great Demon Ten Directions Realm was quite powerful; there was no way they would end up at the bottom of the merit battle.
On the contrary, if Guanghan Realm could latch onto Great Demon Ten Directions Realm's coattails, they would surely gain endless benefits, perhaps even contend for second place in the Saint Merit Battle.
"Whoosh——"
Just then, a Message Light Talisman flew in from outside the Sacred Mountain and landed in Rakshasa Princess's hand.
"Reporting to Your Highness the Princess, this young lord personally led ten First-Class Marquises and has already captured Lingyan Mofei."
The one sending the message was none other than Lingquan Young Lord, who had just arrived at Zuling Realm.
"This annoying fellow, why is he here?"
Rakshasa Princess naturally knew that Lingquan Young Lord had come to curry favor, but she was also somewhat worried that he might disrupt her plans.
Inside the Message Light Talisman, a pattern imprint floated—it was an image of Lingyan Mofei, so lifelike it was as if a shadow of her soul stood there.
Seeing that pattern imprint, a cunning gleam flashed in Rakshasa Princess's eyes.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the Message Light Talisman in Rakshasa Princess's hand, a puzzled expression on his face: "What happened?"
Rakshasa Princess pinched her jade fingers and said with a smile: "Nothing, just a suitor worried that this consort might be lured away by Guanghan Realm's Divine Envoy, so he sent a message to ask. What a meddlesome fellow."
Zhang Ruochen said: "Someone dares to pursue a Demon Emperor's consort?"
"What can I do? This consort's charm is too great. There are always some overconfident fellows chasing after me like moths to a flame. It's quite a headache."
Rakshasa Princess crushed the Message Light Talisman into powder and said: "Let's cooperate. This consort will first go explain things to those fellows from Great Demon Ten Directions Realm, so they don't mistake their own people."
With that, Rakshasa Princess walked out of the Space Maze Formation and headed toward the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm's Saint army camp.
With each step she took, her figure, appearance, and aura all changed, until finally she became identical to Lingyan Mofei.
Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed: "She can actually change form. Her technique seems no less than the Formless Formless Thirty-Six Transformations."
Wu Hao was in a good mood, able to cooperate with Great Demon Ten Directions Realm, and laughed: "That's normal. As a Realm Son of a major world, they inevitably become the most targeted by Hell Realm. Most conceal their identities and change their appearances to protect themselves as much as possible."
"The Divine Envoy is truly impressive, able to connect with Lingyan Mofei. It seems that in this Saint Merit Battle, Guanghan Realm has a chance to enter the top three."
Zhang Ruochen was still uneasy, staring intently at Rakshasa Princess's every move.
He saw Rakshasa Princess walk into Great Demon Ten Directions Realm's camp, remove her mask, and then take out a black token.
The saints of Great Demon Ten Directions Realm all bowed to her in unison.
Seeing Rakshasa Princess's methods, the cultivators of Heavenly Court Realm all fell into silence.
On Moon God Mountain, Jiuling Great Saint let out a long sigh: "Rakshasa Princess must have cultivated the Rakshasa Clan's Thousand Faces Art. Not a single saint from Great Demon Ten Directions Realm could see through her true identity."
"Rakshasa Princess's Spiritual Power has clearly reached the Saint King level. Even without the Thousand Faces Art, it wouldn't be easy for a group of saints to see through her disguise," said Jiemie Great Emperor.
Wu Zu said: "Even Great Demon Ten Directions Realm has fallen under her control. This Saint Merit Battle should just end now; there's no need to continue. The saints of Shatuo Seven Realms are no match for Rakshasa Princess. If they keep fighting, the saints of the seven worlds might all be annihilated."
Jiuling Great Saint said: "We have no way to interrupt the Saint Merit Battle. We can only wait for the gods' instructions."
"The gods cannot possibly be unaware that a large number of Rakshasa Marquises have entered Zuling Realm. Yet the gods have not issued any divine decree. Could they intend to have all the saints of Shatuo Seven Realms slaughtered?"
The atmosphere on Moon God Mountain grew heavy.
A Demon Emperor from Great Demon Ten Directions Realm, sitting in a dark golden palace, roared deeply: "Despicable Luo Sha, using Qianxu Demon Emperor's token to deceive all the saints of Great Demon Ten Directions Realm."
Seventeen years ago, Qianxu Demon Emperor had died in battle in the starry sky near Zuling Realm, and his Demon Emperor token had fallen into Rakshasa Princess's hands.
Wielding Qianxu Demon Emperor's token, combined with Rakshasa Princess's various methods, almost no saint could see through her identity.
The Great Saints of Shatuo Seven Realms did not want to sit idly by and wait for death. They rushed to Merit Divine Temple to pay respects to the gods, hoping to temporarily end the Saint Merit Battle and let the saints of Shatuo Seven Realms withdraw from Zuling Realm first.
"The Saint Merit Battle must continue. Otherwise, all seven Shatuo Realms will become battlefields," the god of Merit Divine Temple replied to them.
The gods of Shatuo Seven Realms were all participating in the Divine-Level Merit Battle and were not in Heavenly Court Realm, so naturally they did not know the situation in Zuling Realm.
Thus, even though the Great Saints of Shatuo Seven Realms knew that their worlds' saints might all be annihilated, they could not stop it. They could only continue watching the situation deteriorate step by step.
Rakshasa Princess, in the guise of Lingyan Mofei, returned to the Space Maze Formation and smiled: "This consort has already spoken with them. Great Demon Ten Directions Realm and Guanghan Realm have officially begun cooperation. As long as you break the Time Formation and Space Formation in the Sacred Mountain, our two realms will occupy the Merit Record Wall together."
Hearing this news, even Wen Shusheng, who had been somewhat wary of Rakshasa Princess, showed a hint of joy.
In this Saint Merit Battle, Guanghan Realm was likely to achieve a great victory.
Zhang Ruochen walked out of the Space Maze Formation and headed toward the Sacred Mountain.
Within the Sacred Mountain, various Space Imprints were distributed—some floating in midair, some sinking into the ground—arranged in a quite mysterious pattern.
Each Time Imprint was like a particle of light, and when they connected together, they altered the Time Rules of that area.
Zhang Ruochen did not immediately break the formation. Instead, he observed those Time Imprints, secretly comprehending them.
"As long as I can engrave the same Time Imprints, with one imprint strike, I could probably cut off ten years of an enemy's lifespan."
In the *Space-Time Secret Scripture*, there were similar Time Imprints. Zhang Ruochen referenced both, cross-referencing them, and became completely immersed.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen entered a mysterious and profound state. The surrounding scenery all disappeared, leaving only Time Imprints floating in the void.
Time Imprints were everywhere, and they were rapidly flowing in a single direction, like a long river.
Zhang Ruochen stood within the River of Time, extended a finger, and drew various patterns, beginning to engrave Time Imprints that could accelerate the flow of time.
Time Imprints were originally created by heaven and earth. For a time cultivator to engrave Time Imprints was obviously an extremely difficult task.
Failure.
Failure.
...
After engraving five hundred and sixty-eight times in a row, Zhang Ruochen still ended in failure.
But he did not give up. He continued to comprehend and study, then once again began engraving in the void.
In the eyes of the saints from the seven worlds, Zhang Ruochen's behavior was quite strange—constantly drawing circles with his finger, appearing somewhat childish. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen was facing the Sacred Mountain rather than them; otherwise, they would surely have thought it was a provocation.
Dongliu Sword Venerable and Fang Yi had fully recovered from their injuries and returned to their peak states.
"Guanghan Realm and Great Demon Ten Directions Realm have already formed an alliance, becoming the largest force in Zuling Realm," Fang Yi said.
Dongliu Sword Venerable said: "Even if Guanghan Realm and Great Demon Ten Directions Realm join forces, they cannot be a match for the other five realms. It won't be easy for them to monopolize the Merit Record Wall."
Three days later.
Zhang Ruochen stood still in the same spot, still drawing circles.
But the saints of Shatuo Seven Realms had already lost patience.
"Let's go deep into the ninety-nine Sacred Mountains to seize the Phoenix Nest. There must be great opportunities there, perhaps enough to advance our strength further."
Fang Yi and Dongliu Sword Venerable had both been defeated by Rakshasa Princess, so their obsession ran deep. Naturally, they wanted to obtain the Ice-Fire Phoenix's inheritance to further strengthen themselves.
As if by tacit agreement, the seven Shatuo Realms each dispatched a small elite force, advancing into the depths of the ninety-nine Sacred Mountains.
Of course, more saints remained at the foot of the Sacred Mountain, not only to contend for the Merit Record Wall but also to resist the Rakshasa Clan.
Another five days passed, and finally there was progress.
When Zhang Ruochen drew circles with his finger, the tip emitted a dazzling light, exceptionally brilliant.
"Success!"
A long laugh escaped Zhang Ruochen's mouth.
Immediately afterward, Zhang Ruochen engraved more than a dozen Time Imprints in succession. After mastering them proficiently, he nodded in satisfaction.
"Having mastered the Time Acceleration Imprint, I can cut off an enemy's lifespan. If I master the Time Deceleration Imprint, couldn't I refine time-space treasures?"
Zhang Ruochen secretly resolved that after the Merit Battle ended, he would spend more time studying Time Imprints.
Suddenly, he sensed something and looked into the distance, discovering that the number of saints at the foot of the Sacred Mountain had increased several times over.
Just Guanghan Realm's saints alone exceeded ten thousand.
Great Demon Ten Directions Realm's saints numbered over fifty thousand, their momentum quite formidable.
The more saints gathered at Phoenix Nest, the stronger the sense of crisis in Zhang Ruochen's heart.
However, with his single strength, he clearly could not change the overall situation. He could only strive to improve his own strength. Every bit stronger he became would give him more initiative in the coming conflicts.
"These past few days, while cultivating Time Imprints, I've also been refining Ningzhen Saint Dew. My cultivation has improved somewhat. I should soon reach True Saint Later Stage."
Zhang Ruochen had calculated that only by reaching True Saint Later Stage could his strength match "Lingyan Mofei's."
However, Zhang Ruochen always felt that "Lingyan Mofei" still had hidden techniques. Neither he, Fang Yi, nor Dongliu Sword Venerable had forced her to use her strongest power.
This woman's strength was unfathomable.
Thus, True Saint Later Stage was only Zhang Ruochen's short-term goal. To truly counter "Lingyan Mofei," he would need to assault True Saint Peak, or even the Zhisheng Realm.
Putting aside further thoughts, Zhang Ruochen took out the Abyssal Ancient Sword, executed the Twelve Hours Sword Art, and began attacking the Time Grand Formation with full force.
"Rumble."
Shattering Time Imprints one after another, Zhang Ruochen strode toward the mountaintop.