บททั้งหมดของ Living With My Lady Boss: บทที่ 2881 - บทที่ 2890

In the middle and upper dimensions, where countless cultivators existed, and daily slaughter was common, numerous storage rings were sent to various stores. To remanufacture these storage rings, their functionality was often destroyed, melted down, and reshaped into new rings. As a result, the items originally contained in these storage rings could only flow into the Time-Space Sea. A cultivator with the privilege to enter the Time-Space Sea and select items essentially possessed a vast treasure trove. Leaving the demiplane, Wilbur was overjoyed. He then looked at the Light Armor piled in a box and tried to reassemble it with his mind. The Light Armor sensed Wilbur's aura and automatically reassembled it, but when Wilbur reached to take it, it shattered again. It turned out that although the Light Armor reformed under Wilbur's perception, it did not truly merge into one. Although Wilbur could create a dimension, he could not fuse the Light Armor. He was puzzled and disappointed

The first attempt ended quickly in failure, as the man's energy aura was unable to attract the black energy ball at all. The man looked at his palm and frowned, saying, "How… How is this possible?" He then changed to a different energy aura and tried again. This time, the black energy ball was attracted and slowly approached his right hand, eventually being successfully controlled by him, taking five minutes. For the third attempt, the man adjusted his state and managed to control the black energy ball in three and a half minutes. The second cultivator tried three times. The first two attempts failed, and in the third attempt, he barely managed to control the black energy ball in six minutes. The third cultivator took seven minutes. The fourth took five minutes. The fifth took five and a half minutes. Among the remaining twenty or so cultivators, everyone took more than five minutes, with no one achieving three and a half minutes. This piqued Wilbur's interest in the firs

"Having something of this scale happening so recently, I don't think it's over so soon, Wilbur. From now on, we'll have to be more careful," said Heaton. "I understand, Mister Heaton," said Wilbur. The next day, all the participants who advanced to the second round returned to the competition venue. Sade stood beside a massive swimming pool, and he was holding a tiny black bead the size of a bean in his hand. He said, "I will throw this black energy bead into the water in a moment. It will dart around underwater once it enters. Each of you will only have ten minutes and one chance. If you can capture the black energy bead within ten minutes, your time will be recorded, and the best will be selected. Otherwise, you will all be eliminated. There are only ten spots available for this test. Now, let's begin." Sade threw the black energy bead into the water after speaking. The bead dove in and moved like a small fish. It darted and swam rapidly underwater. Its speed was over ten times

Herbert seemed to be able to read Wilbur's mind and said, "Mister Penn, please remember that the dimensional guardians are without emotions. They suppress their own will to serve the will of the universe dimension. Everything they do is an inevitable part of the universe dimension's operation. This means they won't give special consideration to you or me because of their emotions. I understand this is harsh, and I know your dream is to go back in time to prevent a disaster, Mister Penn. But to be blunt, it's almost impossible. Serving a dimensional guardian is like serving the will of the universe dimension itself. How could the will of the universe dimension, which is predetermined, be easily changed? Thus, becoming a servant of a dimensional guardian only serves to erase a cultivator's emotions and will, turning them into a servant of the dimension's will, and ultimately, enslaving them." … Wilbur kept contemplating what Herbert said on the way back. If what Herbert said was true

The clock was specially crafted to be driven solely by the enhancement of dimensional time. The clock hand would remain perfectly still with the same flow of dimensional time as the outside world, not moving a single inch. The first contestant emerged from the cubic space completely exhausted. Sweat poured down his face. He could not help but collapse to the ground the moment he stepped out. Then, the second contestant entered the cubic space. He moved the clock hand with his mind, and it moved forward three-quarters of a notch. However, it only retreated by one-quarter of a notch. The third contestant moved the clock hand forward by a notch and reversed it by a quarter of a notch. The fourth contestant moved the hand forward by a notch and reversed it by half of a notch. The fifth contestant advanced the hand by the one-and-a-half notch but could only reverse it by half of a notch. … Eight of the contestants participated in the competition, and it was soon the turn of t