Translator: CKtalon
Archean Eon Realm, Jiang State Capital, Meng Manor.
Ah Chuan has been completely immersed in his cultivation recently. Everything has been thrown to the side. Liu Qiyue was reading on a bamboo chair when she looked up at the study where Meng Chuan was painting.
Liu Qiyue knew very well that her husband had many Essence Soul avatars. None of his avatars were willing to be distracted, clearly indicating that this was a critical moment.
Eighth Tribulation realm… Liu Qiyue felt mixed emotions. From the bottom of her heart, she even hoped that her husband would stay at the half-step Eighth Tribulation realm for a long time and transcend the tribulation only when he was close to the end of his lifespan.
However, the path of cultivation was about courage and perseverance. Without courage and perseverance, one’s willpower would be unable to withstand the evolution of spacetime.
Meng Chuan couldn’t control his cultivation progress. His Essence Soul World had evolved spacetime, which meant that he only had 100 years left.
According to Ah Chuan, there are only 100 years left until the Tribulation Transcendence. It’s been 80 years; there’s less and less time left. Liu Qiyue knew that her husband’s becoming of an Essence Soul Eighth Tribulation lifeform was a celebrated matter in the entire River of Spacetime’s cultivation world. It was also an opportunity for Archean Eon Realm’s fate to transform.
Once Meng Chuan succeeded, Archean Eon Realm would leap to become a high-level world.
Many living beings in Archean Eon Realm would benefit from it. Even if she reached the end of her lifespan, she could transcend Samsara and become an Archean Eon Realm deity. She could then live as long as the heavens.
To his homeworld and his species, it was an opportunity for them to transform.
But to Meng Chuan… it was a life-and-death calamity!
Ever since you were young, you have been like this. You bravely forged forward and ignored your own life. You hunted demon monarchs every day and killed a million demon monarchs alone. You also broke through in the outer realm and eventually won the demon invasion war. After reaching the Tribulation realm, you never stopped… Liu Qiyue had once tried to persuade her husband that he could stop and take a break if he won the war. He could then enjoy the scenery of the world. The beauty of the world wasn’t just about cultivation.
Although her husband agreed verbally, he still cultivated into an unimaginable Eighth Tribulation lifeform.
According to her son—Meng An—a Seventh Tribulation Eminence had visited him and his wife. From this, one could tell how important her husband was in the River of Spacetime.
“It’s done!” A joyous voice sounded from the study.
Liu Qiyue immediately put down the book in her hand and walked over. She saw Meng Chuan happily looking at the painting in front of him.
“You succeeded?” Liu Qiyue walked over and looked at the painting.
The long painting was only partially unfolded. Meng Chuan was painting the last part of the painting.
The final part was a black dragon claw, and the scales on the dragon claw made Liu Qiyue’s heart tremble. Just looking at it made her turn pale as if she could see the universe shattering.
Meng Chuan immediately rolled up the painting and held his wife’s hand. His Power of Essence Soul immediately calmed the trembling of his wife’s Essence Soul.
“The painting’s aura is completely restrained, so it doesn’t leak out at all. It’s fine for mortals to see it, but the higher one’s realm is, the more insights they gain from looking at the painting. In turn, the impact will be greater,” said Meng Chuan. “If you want to view it, you can try the first painting.”
Liu Qiyue nodded slightly.
Meng Chuan sighed. “The Painting Dao can contain the universe’s spacetime. This time, I used 19 paintings to fully paint the insights I’ve accumulated over the years.”
He had to thank Dragon Ancestor.
In Book Mountain as proposed and created by Dragon Ancestor, the 96 Eternal legacies and the vast number of manuals from the various universes had greatly broadened Meng Chuan’s horizons. He even felt that his Painting Dao had already exceeded the scope of the six-stroke runic seal mystic technique and extended to a stronger level.
In fact, the six-stroke runic seal was only the Eternal existence’s threshold for accepting a disciple. It was far from the limits of the Painting Dao.
The six-stroke runic seal was a threshold; it represented one’s cultivation direction.
Only today did Meng Chuan realize that he had exceeded the limits of the six-stroke runic seal. He was venturing toward a deeper level.
“If you perfect what you’ve learned, will your chances of transcending the tribulation increase?” asked Liu Qiyue.
“I don’t even know what I’ll encounter during the Tribulation Transcendence.” Meng Chuan looked at his wife and understood her worries. He smiled and said, “However, I’m guessing that I’ll have a better chance.”
He wasn’t lying. The 19 paintings he created this time represented his greatest achievement, but what he was truly happy about was the improvement in his Painting Dao. The Painting Dao was core to the way he viewed the world and his cultivation beliefs.
As one cultivated the Sword Dao, everything could be transformed into a sword art in the eyes of sword cultivators!
A Painting Dao cultivator would have everything transform into a painting. In Meng Chuan’s eyes, this was the most fundamental wisdom! No matter what kind of situation he encountered, he was confident that he could use the Painting Dao to comprehend it. If he could comprehend everything one day, he would be ‘doubtless’ and ‘omniscient.’ That would mean being an Eternal.
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Dry Origin Mountain, dark-red space.
Meng Chuan arrived in front of the spatial prison that imprisoned the Chaos overlord, Wise. He looked at the hundred-headed monster—which was in stopped time—and thought to himself, This is the last time I’m attacking you. If failure persists, I can only change targets.
He had spent 80 years before the tribulation integrating all his knowledge completely.
If he still couldn’t kill Wise, he couldn’t think of any other solution. He could only switch to a weaker Chaos overlord.
Lord of Dreams and Realm Devouring Overlord weren’t bad either.
He had to kill one before transcending the tribulation. At the very least, it would increase his chances of transcending the tribulation. He had to fight for it.
Hum.
The moment Meng Chuan stepped into the spatial prison, time began to flow. It returned to normal, and the hundred-headed monster opened its eyes.
“You’re here again.” From the hundred-headed monster’s point of view, time remained still every time it was imprisoned. Therefore, it felt like Meng Chuan was repeatedly challenging it without stopping.
“This is the last time,” said Meng Chuan indifferently as he stood in midair.
“Oh?” The hundred-headed monster turned solemn. The last time?
With a thought from the hundred-headed monster, a vast illusory abyss appeared. The massive sphere protected the hundred-headed monster layer by layer—this was the strongest defensive technique it had comprehended. In fact, due to Abyss’s protection, it didn’t encounter any intense battles after becoming a Chaos overlord.
Thus, it wasn’t very skilled in combat. It had only comprehended layers of defensive techniques that combined 399 layers.
“I especially drew a painting for you. It’s Painting 17—Snake Bind!” said Meng Chuan, and his Essence Soul World enveloped the entire spatial prison. With a thought, a winding snake appeared, and the snake coiled around the 399-layer spherical abyss.
The snake’s scales wriggled as terrifying energy accumulated. The snake coiled and distorted, causing the spherical abyss to tremble.
Oh? The hundred-headed monster was shocked.
Clang!
In less than three seconds, the outermost layer of the abyss had shattered.
The outermost layer of the abyss was the most resilient. Although the subsequent layers of the illusory abyss had all sorts of defensive means, they were inferior to the outermost layer in terms of direct resistance.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Meng Chuan smiled as he watched the layers shatter.
In the previous battles, the various bizarre means he had at the Essence Soul Eighth Tribulation realm were weakened by the 399 layers of the protective abyss. He knew that the other party was Wise, so it had definitely spent a lot of effort to protect itself.
Therefore, the best way was to use strength to crack it! To pummel it with absolute strength, he created the strongest technique—Snake Bind!
In fact, just as he had expected, the outermost layer only bought it a short period of time before collapsing.
Change.
As the protective abyss collapsed, the hundred-headed monster’s body suddenly etherealized.
“Humph.” Meng Chuan snorted coldly.
The Power of Essence Soul was like a sharp blade as it attacked the hundred-headed monster’s mind! Although the hundred-headed monster was a Chaos overlord, its willpower was inferior to an Essence Soul Eighth Tribulation Eminence’s. After all its defensive means were destroyed, it suffered the full brunt of Meng Chuan’s Power of Essence Soul.
The hundred-headed monster’s illusory body distorted in pain until it became corporeal again.
The moment it became corporeal, the coiled snake suddenly squeezed.
Pfft!
The bound hundred-headed monster was completely destroyed.
Snake Bind didn’t just restrain the target; it also bound spacetime. The bound spacetime was destroyed everywhere, so it was naturally impossible for the enemy to have any sliver of energy escape.
The moment it was destroyed, Meng Chuan saw the sealed Life Core—a silver-gray book.
Book? Meng Chuan took a step forward and arrived in front of the book. He saw two words on the book’s surface.
He had never seen them before, but he understood the meaning—Miscellaneous Records.
In the endless Chaos, there are countless Chaos creatures. There are also all sorts of Life Cores. I wonder where they came from. Meng Chuan even wanted to read the book’s contents, but the book disintegrated and completely dissipated the moment his Power of Essence Soul touched the book. At the same time, a mysterious force seeped into every part of Meng Chuan’s Essence Soul.
Boom!
Meng Chuan felt his Essence Soul tremble. It was even more intense than the first time he devoured one at the Seventh Tribulation realm.
He resisted the urge and immediately flew out of the spatial prison. After he left, the spatial prison silently disappeared.
Now, there were only 30 Chaos overlord cells at the highest level.
