Chapter 550: The Third Chapter Lifespan

"So many Primal Stones?" Meng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Chuan then remembered his primary purpose for visiting the treasure vault: to prepare some gifts for his son, who was about to venture into the outer realms. As a father, this was all he could do.

"Are there any Void Transference Talismans in the vault?" Meng Chuan asked.

"There are fifty-five, and you can choose up to three," the white-robed elder replied.

Meng Chuan's eyes lit up.

For Qin Wu, Luo Tang, and others, it was quite normal for Yuanchu Mountain to no longer have any Void Transference Talismans. Before Ancestor Cang Yuan's death, he considered the long-term development of humanity. Although he left behind many treasures and cultivation manuals, these profound techniques also required people to cultivate them. Humanity needed generations to strive, a long enough period, and enough geniuses to eventually produce a supremely powerful Tribulation Realm mighty figure. Based on the normal probability of cultivating Tribulation Realm cultivators, Ancestor Cang Yuan believed that the resources he left behind needed to sustain humanity's development for at least a hundred million years to ensure the complete prosperity of Cang Yuan Realm.

Over these hundreds of millions of years, the resources available to each generation of Venerables, Emperors, and Tribulation Realms were limited. Even the sect's public resources were finite. No single generation of gods and demons could be allowed to "squander" them; the countless gods and demons of a hundred million years needed to be considered.

"The sect's public resources, the resources available to Venerables and Emperors, and the resources left by our predecessors are almost depleted," Meng Chuan understood. "Even I can only take a maximum of three Void Transference Talismans."

If Meng Chuan didn't need them, he could donate them to the sect as public resources. But clearly... Meng Chuan needed them too!

He also wanted to give them to his son, Meng An, whose strength was relatively weak and who only possessed a single true body. Venturing into the outer realms was simply too dangerous; any accident could lead to his complete demise. As a father, Meng Chuan was extremely worried.

"Are there any more powerful life-saving items?" Meng Chuan pressed on.

"Yes, the vault also contains 'Space-Time Teleportation Talismans,' which are even stronger than Void Transference Talismans," the white-robed elder said with a smile. "You can choose up to one of these."

"Space-Time Teleportation Talismans?" Meng Chuan was slightly puzzled. He knew there were treasures capable of teleporting across river domains. However, he didn't know how special they truly were.

"A Space-Time Teleportation Talisman allows one to briefly travel directly from one end of the Space-Time River to the other," the white-robed elder explained with a smile. "For Sixth-Tribulation mighty figures, it's considered an ultimate life-saving treasure. Even when Seventh-Tribulation mighty figures make a move, they usually find it difficult to stop a Space-Time Teleportation Talisman."

"From one end of the Space-Time River to the other?" Meng Chuan was somewhat astonished and asked, "How is the Void Transference Talisman weaker than it?"

"The Void Transference Talisman is a level weaker," the white-robed elder explained. "It allows for evasion only within the same river domain, capable of instantaneously crossing numerous star systems. Furthermore, before a Seventh-Tribulation mighty figure, the Void Transference Talisman is completely useless. Of course, most Sixth-Tribulation mighty figures cannot intercept it; only a very select few can. In the outer realms, the Void Transference Talisman is the most renowned life-saving item."

Meng Chuan nodded slightly. Sixth-Tribulation mighty figures were rarely encountered by ordinary Tribulation Realms, and difficult to provoke. The Void Transference Talisman was sufficient for preserving one's life.

"By the way, each Void Transference Talisman is valued at three hundred units of outer realm Yuanjing. A Space-Time Teleportation Talisman is valued at three thousand units of outer realm Yuanjing. These are extremely difficult to purchase outside, especially the Space-Time Teleportation Talisman," the white-robed elder said with a smile.

"Mmm." Meng Chuan was somewhat excited. "Are there any rare treasures for extending life in the vault?"

"Yes, there are nineteen. You can choose up to one," the white-robed elder replied. "Life-extending treasures have a diminishing effect on stronger cultivators."

Meng Chuan frowned slightly. Only one?

"Come, follow me. There are many treasures in the vault; we'll look at them one by one," the white-robed elder said with great enthusiasm. A passage immediately opened in the wall behind him, and Meng Chuan entered with the elder.

Although there were still items in the vault he wasn't qualified to see, what he *could* see still astonished Meng Chuan and greatly broadened his horizons. It made him further realize the unfathomable depths of the outer realms, where too many treasures and rare items were monopolized by the powerful.

"These treasures," Meng Chuan thought, his heart stirring. Unfortunately, there were limits on the number of items he could choose, and the total value he acquired could not exceed fifty thousand units of outer realm Yuanjing.

Three days later, in a pavilion in the backyard of Dongtian Pavilion.

Meng Chuan was drinking tea.

"Father," Meng An said, arriving to pay his respects after being summoned by his father.

"An'er," Meng Chuan put down his teacup and smiled at his son, "You mentioned earlier that after the war's victory, you must leave Cang Yuan Realm within three years?"

"Yes, that's a rule set by Ancestor Cang Yuan," Meng An nodded.

"Then stay here in our homeland until the three-year limit is almost up before you leave," Meng Chuan instructed.

Meng An hesitated for a moment, then said, "Father, I wish to leave soon."

"Leave soon?" Meng Chuan was startled and looked at his son. "An'er, your grandfather is getting older and his lifespan is nearing its end. If you leave now, he will worry about you."

"I have a reason to leave as soon as possible," Meng An said, looking at Meng Chuan.

"What reason?" Meng Chuan stared at his son.

"The reason I cultivate so diligently, aside from preparing for this war, is for another purpose," Meng An said, looking at his father. "I must become stronger quickly; I must go to the secret realm as soon as possible."

Meng Chuan looked at his son. Meng An also looked at his father. Father and son looked at each other for a moment...

Meng Chuan could tell that although his son hadn't elaborated, the reason was very important to him. Meng Chuan nodded slightly, then said, somewhat wearily, "Very well. When do you wish to depart?"

"The sooner, the better," Meng An replied, feeling a little ashamed.

"Then wait twenty more days," Meng Chuan said.

Meng An dutifully agreed.

Meng Chuan looked at his son, who was merely at the Venerable level and didn't even have a second true body. Was he truly going to other river domains like this? Meng Chuan was naturally worried.

In a secret chamber within the Heaven and Earth Hall.

Meng Chuan sat cross-legged. Before him, a unit of outer realm Yuanjing transformed into surging 'outer realm vitality,' continuously pouring into his body. Meng Chuan was seizing the moment to achieve a breakthrough.

After acquiring 'Primal Stones' from the treasure vault and refining them within his Dantian's Chaotic Core, his body underwent a transformation, and he finally successfully broke through to the 'Primal Emperor' realm. Of course, Ancestor Cang Yuan's treasure vault also contained 'outer realm Yuanjing'; Meng Chuan wasn't even qualified to know the exact quantity. In any case, his allocated fifty thousand units of outer realm Yuanjing were insignificant to Ancestor Cang Yuan's vault.

"My true body in my homeland has also reached the Emperor realm," Meng Chuan mused, feeling his complete transformation, now fully equivalent to his outer realm true body.

"A Primal Emperor," Meng Chuan murmured to himself.

Based on the Emperor-level ultimate profound art, "Endless Blade," he had reached the Primal Emperor realm. Upon achieving this, his lifespan increased to a full hundred thousand years. Among special life forms, only the purest-blooded dragons and phoenixes, the strongest of their kind, possessed a hundred thousand-year lifespan upon reaching adulthood. Meng Chuan had achieved the same. Such a lifespan was enough to make many Tribulation Realm mighty figures envious.

"After becoming an Emperor, I wonder if I still need to refine Primal Stones," Meng Chuan thought.

Meng Chuan flipped his hand, and a fist-sized Primal Stone appeared in his palm. As he held the Primal Stone, his Dantian felt a slight urge to absorb it, though this impulse was much weaker than when he was in the Chaotic Core realm. The price of these Primal Stones in the vault was thirty percent cheaper than at the Eternal Tower, which, after all, was a business and sought to profit from outer realm Yuanjing. Ancestor Cang Yuan, however, purely considered humanity's descendants, so he naturally supplied them at cost price.

With a thought, a dark chaotic core appeared in his palm, directly engulfing the Primal Stone. The Primal Stone was drawn into his Dantian. As it neared the tiny gray star within his Dantian, the stone silently disintegrated. The disintegrating power was invisible to the naked eye, but Meng Chuan could faintly sense that most of it was absorbed by the tiny gray star, while a portion dispersed and integrated into his physical body. The gray star also grew noticeably larger, and his physical body was slowly changing.

"It just absorbed it like that?" Meng Chuan was taken aback. He flipped his hand and took out another Primal Stone.

One after another... He consumed a total of five Primal Stones, and then just a tiny bit of the sixth. After becoming an Emperor, Meng Chuan's physical body and Dantian had absorbed approximately fifteen hundred units' worth of Primal Stones before finally feeling "full."

"Including the Primal Stones absorbed during the Chaotic Core realm," Meng Chuan mused inwardly, "one of my true bodies requires roughly eighteen hundred units of Primal Stones. Both true bodies combined would need three thousand six hundred units."

"My Primeval Spirit strength is at the Fourth-Tribulation Realm. Counting my physical close-combat strength, I wonder if I can reach the threshold of the Fifth-Tribulation Realm."

"If I reach the Fifth-Tribulation Realm threshold, I can prepare even better gifts for An'er."

Meng Chuan was extremely worried about his son. With his son venturing into the outer realms this time, he didn't know when they would be able to meet again.