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 Chapter Two Thousand One Hundred and Nineteen: No Race Wants to Sacrifice Themselves

The formations in the cultivation room began to operate, expanding the space and accelerating time.

This cultivation room was equipped with many formations to assist cultivation, with the time formation being one of them.

It could accelerate time up to a hundredfold, meaning a hundred days of cultivation inside would only be one day in the outside world.

Lin Moyu had used time chambers before and knew the differences.

Under hundredfold acceleration, laws would be distorted, making it more difficult to comprehend them.

Overall, the actual efficiency would only increase about twenty to thirtyfold.

Moreover, the stronger the laws one cultivated, the weaker the time acceleration effect would become.

Later, when cultivating in the Divine City, because he was cultivating spatial and temporal laws, time acceleration didn't help his cultivation at all, so he never used it.

Now he wanted to cultivate runes, which didn't involve laws.

Lin Moyu thought he could try using time acceleration to gain more time for himself, since he only had fifty years for this seclusion.

If his idea worked, he could turn fifty years into five thousand years.

The human race was pressed for time now, as was the Great World. He had to make use of every moment and couldn't afford to waste any.

According to the description in the Saint Rune Heavenly Lord's inheritance, for an ordinary genius to fully digest this inheritance would take at least ten thousand years, or even longer.

How could the Saint Rune Heavenly Lord's lifelong learning be so easily mastered?

Even for top-tier geniuses, it would be impossible to fully comprehend without a few thousand years.

Lin Moyu knew he had a special talent for runes. Perhaps he could surpass those top-tier geniuses and shorten the time needed.

Time was accelerated a hundredfold, and laws became visibly distorted, with law lines becoming chaotic.

Lin Moyu raised his hand and began to draw runes. A rune formed at his fingertip.

"Not right!"

Under time acceleration, the rune also underwent slight deformation.

Lin Moyu frowned. The rune's deformation was due to tiny changes in his movements while drawing it.

The root cause was still the time acceleration.

This tiny deformation wouldn't matter much when drawing ordinary runes.

But for complex runes or rune arrays, the impact would be magnified.

Every tiny difference would accumulate, greatly weakening the rune's effect or even causing the entire array to collapse.

"Hundredfold time acceleration won't work!"

After several attempts, Lin Moyu realized he had been too optimistic. He originally thought time acceleration wouldn't affect runes, but clearly that wasn't the case.

Changes in time affected everything; it was impossible for there to be no impact at all.

With no choice, he had to adjust the time flow rate, gradually reducing the speed.

The time flow rate decreased in increments of tenfold.

Each time it decreased by tenfold, Lin Moyu would try drawing runes, carefully feeling the changes.

After repeated attempts and adjustments, when the time flow rate finally dropped to twentyfold, the influence of time finally disappeared.

In this state, the runes drawn were the same as usual.

Lin Moyu tried several more times and found that twenty-four times was the limit. Even one more fold wouldn't work.

Lin Moyu suddenly realized something - his mastery of temporal laws was 24%, and the limit of time's influence on him was also 24 times.

"It seems that the stronger my mastery of temporal laws, the weaker time's influence on me becomes."

"Twenty-four times it is then. Fifty years becomes 1200 years. Let's see what level I can reach in these 1200 years."

"At the very least, I need to master all runes and arrays except ancient runes!"

Lin Moyu set a goal for himself, then calmed his mind and began cultivating.

While cultivating runes, Lin Moyu also divided a bit of his attention to continue the Starlight Refinement Technique.

The Starlight Refinement Technique didn't require much mental effort; Lin Moyu was already used to maintaining it.

Now in his soul world, there were already over ninety stars, just one step away from a hundred stars.

The Starlight Refinement Technique wasn't affected by the time flow rate. The speed of starlight coming from outside wouldn't change, so the speed of the Starlight Refinement Technique wouldn't change either.

Stars increased at a steady rate of one every ten days, neither fast nor slow, very stable.

Lin Moyu also had his own requirements for the Starlight Refinement Technique.

He hoped that by the time he reached Saint Lord and truly constructed his rule world, he could reach ten thousand stars.

To construct a powerful rule world, he needed to at least reach the perfect level mentioned by the mysterious master, or even surpass perfection.

Time passed day by day. In the past twenty years, the human race had intensified their attacks on various races, showing increasingly aggressive behavior.

The army formed by the Hundred Race Alliance went from winning more often than losing at first, to winning and losing equally.

Until now, they had begun to lose more often than they won.

In these twenty years, many talented individuals had emerged from the human race, each with formidable combat power, able to fight above their level.

This surprised the various races, but they mostly assumed these were geniuses secretly cultivated by the human race, only now being revealed.

Only the human race itself knew that wasn't the case at all.

The battlefield was the best place for tempering. Old Star and the Human Emperor had jointly formulated a new strategy to use the battlefield to temper human cultivators.

Of course, the changes on the battlefield were also related to the Ghost Race.

In the past twenty years, the Demon Race hadn't focused on the battlefield, but had been constantly setting up powerful barriers for various races.

They feared the Ghost Race might appear again. If it devoured a few more races, the Hundred Race Alliance would no longer have a hundred races.

At that time, with everyone in panic, how much fighting strength would the alliance still have?

With the Demon Race busy, command of the battlefield was left to the Golden Eagle Race. The Golden Eagle Race had their own ideas; they didn't want their own people to sacrifice too much, so they had always been unwilling to engage in direct large-scale battles with the human race.

This was also the reason for the reversal in victories and defeats between the Hundred Race Alliance and the human race in the past twenty years.

But in these years, the Ghost Race never appeared again.

It had disappeared, vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed. The Ghost Race was as elusive as its name suggested.

In a huge palace, the powerful experts of the Hundred Race Alliance gathered.

Everyone's gaze fell on the Deep Abyss Demon Lord. The Deep Abyss Demon Lord's expression was gloomy, his aura like dark clouds pressing down, making it hard to breathe.

Clearly, at this moment, the Deep Abyss Demon Lord was not in a good mood.

The Deep Abyss Demon Lord's voice was extremely gloomy, "In another ten years, the barriers for all races will be set up."

"This is already our Demon Race's strongest barrier. There are Deep Abyss Demon Eyes for surveillance within the barriers. As long as the Ghost Race appears, we will definitely detect it."

"This is all our Demon Race should do. We are an alliance, we are one entity, but..."

Killing intent appeared in the Deep Abyss Demon Lord's voice, "But what have you all been doing in these twenty years?"

"The army retreats, refusing to engage in direct combat with the human race, squandering what was originally a favorable situation."

"I know you all don't want your people to sacrifice, but this is war. How can there be no sacrifice?"

"When we formed the alliance, what did we say? To work together to attack the human race. The effort mentioned here means real, full effort, not pretense."

As he spoke, he looked towards the Black Golden Saint Lord of the Golden Eagle Race. The past twenty years of battlefield command had been under his direction. The current situation - he bore half the responsibility.

The Black Golden Saint Lord had thick skin and remained unmoved. His scales flowed with golden light as he smiled and said, "Our war with the human race cannot be judged by temporary gains and losses. Besides, it's only been twenty years, which isn't much."

"You also said at the time that to repel foreign invaders, we must first ensure internal stability. So we also wanted to eliminate the Ghost Race first, then we could fight the human race with all our might."

"Why don't we wait until all the barriers are set up? When the various races have no more worries, then we can deal with the human race full force."

"How about this: at that time, we'll launch a full-scale attack on the human race together, to properly test the human race's current strength."

The Deep Abyss Demon Lord stared at him without speaking, but the atmosphere became even more oppressive.

The Black Golden Saint Lord maintained his smile, not backing down.