High Martial: I Grind Professions

Chapter 474: Chapter 309: Entering the Time Tower

It was no wonder everyone was in an uproar.

The top-ranked regular trainee only received one day of access to the Time Tower, yet Li Wen had just been awarded five times that amount.

After all, there was only one Time Tower in the entire training base.

And the base housed twelve concurrent classes of members, totaling over two thousand people.

Access to the Time Tower was so precious it was calculated by the minute, practically priceless.

And Li Wen alone had claimed five whole days!

This meant that for the next month, he would have a period of accelerated cultivation far surpassing everyone else’s.

Lorne Meck, standing beside Li Wen, heard the ”five days” announcement. The shock on his face melted into deep envy. He shook his head with a wry smile and whispered to Li Wen:

”Five days... Your starting point... you’ve left the rest of us in the cosmic dust, deep in the Star Sea.”

He now completely understood Li Wen’s earlier composure—the man was a miracle worker, so of course he was calm!

Just then, a figure stepped out from the crowd. It was Keynes of the Holy Radiance Race.

The arrogance on his face and the superiority that came with his third-class bloodline were gone, replaced by the solemn respect one shows to a truly powerful individual.

He walked up to Li Wen, ignoring the surrounding stares, and solemnly performed a universal Martial Artist’s salute. His voice was clear and sincere.

”Li Wen, I was narrow-minded before, blinded by the prejudice of bloodlines. Your strength is awe-inspiring. I hope to have the honor of sparring with you in the future and learning from your ultimate Martial Dao.”

His posture was one of great humility, an acknowledgment of absolute power.

Li Wen looked at Keynes. The Star Cores within the other man’s silver pupils seemed to have dimmed somewhat, but his desire to challenge a stronger opponent had only grown purer.

He gave a slight nod, his tone even. ”I agree.”

There was no arrogance, nor any enthusiasm, as if he were agreeing to something utterly ordinary.

But these two simple words made a glint of light flash in Keynes’s eyes. He nodded solemnly once more and retreated into the ranks.

Instructor Blood Blade saw all of this, and his estimation of Li Wen rose another notch.

’His strength is transcendent, his temperament is steady, he’s neither arrogant nor rash, and he handles praise and challenges with equal composure.’

He said no more, announcing in a cold voice, ”Dismissed! Li Wen, come with me to receive your access permit for the Time Tower.”

The crowd slowly dispersed, their expressions complex, the sound of their discussions still buzzing in the air.

The name Li Wen swept through the entire Elite Training Base No. 7 like a hurricane, instantly becoming synonymous with ”legend.”

As for Li Wen himself, he calmly followed Instructor Blood Blade toward that sacred place capable of altering the flow of time—the Time Tower.

He knew that these five days of accelerated cultivation would be a critical step on his path to becoming a Cosmic Level expert.

Li Wen followed Chief Instructor Blood Blade, flying toward the Time Tower.

A faint, almost imperceptible murderous aura emanated from Blood Blade.

However, his perpetually stern face now held an almost undetectable trace of warmth.

His gaze would occasionally fall upon the young man beside him, the one who had just broken a record that had stood for eons.

”Li Wen,” Blood Blade’s deep voice broke the silence. ”The Time Tower is just ahead. The five-day access you’ve earned is incredibly precious. Be sure to use it wisely.”

”Understood. Thank you for the advice, Chief Instructor,” Li Wen replied with a nod, his eyes already fixed on the towering structure in the distance that emanated a strange fluctuation.

It was constructed entirely from a translucent, silver-gray Crystal Stone. The lines of the tower were fluid, as if sculpted from the frozen currents of time itself.

Its spire vanished into faint spacetime ripples, exuding an aura that was both calming and profoundly mysterious.

As they walked, Blood Blade continued, ”The core of the Time Tower lies in its ability to manipulate the flow of time. This tower is a standard-issue ’Lesser Time Tower’ from the Moluo Empire.”

”Its maximum time-flow ratio is 1:100. In other words, one hundred days of cultivation inside the tower is equivalent to only one day passing in the outside world.”

He paused, glancing at Li Wen’s focused expression.

”But for the vast majority of those in the Venerable Realm, this maximum ratio is purely theoretical. An excessively fast time flow creates immense mental pressure and perceptual distortions.”

”It makes it difficult to enter a meditative state, causing the mind to waver. Forcing oneself to endure it can lead to cultivation deviation, which isn’t worth the risk.”

”For an ordinary Venerable, stably maintaining a 1:10 ratio for cultivation is already their limit. Of course,”

Blood Blade’s tone shifted. ”There are exceptions. If someone has some comprehension of the Time Law itself, their affinity with it will be greater, and their tolerance will increase, allowing them to attempt higher multiples.”

He looked at Li Wen, a hint of warning in his voice. ”You are exceptionally talented, but don’t aim too high.”

”For your first attempt, I suggest you start with a lower multiple, say 1:20, and only gradually increase it as you adapt. Forcing yourself to challenge the limit will only backfire.”

’1:100? A hundred days inside for every one day outside?’ Li Wen’s heart skipped a beat.

Blood Blade’s subsequent warning about ordinary people being unable to withstand high multiples sounded to him like a spark of hope being ignited.

’Other people can’t use high multiples because their minds are unstable and they can’t enter a meditative state... But my Martial Daoist passive skill...’

’Its core description is ”immune to all mental interference and negative statuses, always maintaining optimal cultivation and combat states”!’

’Could the mental pressure and perceptual distortions from the time flow be classified as ”negative statuses”?’

The thought exploded in his mind like a clap of thunder.

What was his greatest weakness? It was precisely that he hadn’t been cultivating for long enough!

From his rise on Blue Star until now, his bone age was merely forty years.

’If I can really ignore the side effects and cultivate stably at a one-hundred-times flow rate...’

’Five days of access per month, at a hundred-times rate, would be equivalent to... a year and a half in the outside world!’