Chapter 605: This Is a Magic Mountain

It was the thirtieth year since Meng Chuan and his companions entered the relic world.

Black Wind Demonic Sovereign stood there, looking up at the passage extending into the depths of the clouds.

“Who am I? Is it Moyang? Is it Qincai… Yes, I am Black Wind.” Black Wind Demonic Sovereign gradually regained clarity, looking around with a hint of fear. “I’ve always been extremely careful, adhering strictly to possessing only six Tribulation Realm experts and not comprehending anything else.”

“But who would have thought?”

“The ‘Dao’ of all six of these Tribulation Realm experts is twisted; it’s all wrong!”

Black Wind Demonic Sovereign’s eyes became frantic. “It’s all wrong!”

Many ‘Daos’ at the Six-Tribulation Realm level are not suitable as a foundation for cultivation.

For instance, at the Five-Tribulation Realm level, ‘Nirvana Blade’ is not suitable as a cultivation foundation; using it as such would gradually lead to nirvana and self-destruction. One must first master a suitable Dao, such as the ‘Endless Blade’ of extreme speed rules, to lay a foundation. Only then can one incorporate some unorthodox paths of the same level. With a solid foundation, one can then cultivate these paths with strong backlash.

Similarly, at the Six-Tribulation Realm level, many distorted paths are not suitable as a cultivation foundation!

When creating their own unique techniques, cultivators typically gradually realize that continuing on a certain path is wrong and uncontrollable, leading them to seek a different, suitable direction. However, during embodied comprehension, their perspective is limited, preventing them from discovering this sooner. By the time they realize it after profound comprehension, it is already too late.

“I thought the Six-Tribulation Realm experts I possessed all followed correct paths. Who would have imagined they were all wrong?”

“All of them were distorted.”

“I am now just one step away from mastering Six-Tribulation Realm rules, and my consciousness is already becoming chaotic. If I were to take that final step and fully master Six-Tribulation Realm rules, I fear I would go completely mad.” Black Wind Demonic Sovereign understood this.

During the thirty years in the second passage, he had already mastered three Five-Tribulation Realm rules, coming just one step short of mastering Six-Tribulation Realm rules.

Yet, every time he possessed someone now, he had to struggle for a long time to regain clarity, and his level of conscious awareness was already declining.

“I chose six, and all six of their paths were wrong. So, could it be that the paths of all ten thousand-plus Six-Tribulation Realm experts in this second passage are also wrong?” Black Wind Demonic Sovereign felt a chill down his spine.

He had thought it was a great opportunity.

But who would have thought they were all erroneous paths? If a Six-Tribulation Realm cultivator came here, they might still be able to accommodate these distorted paths. But for a Five-Tribulation Realm cultivator? It was likely that out of a thousand who entered, 999 would go astray.

“This is a demonic mountain, a demonic mountain,” Black Wind Demonic Sovereign murmured to himself. “I must leave this place.”

Black Wind Demonic Sovereign looked up at his surroundings, then silently, his primordial spirit and physical body turned to dust, scattered by the mountain wind across the world, leaving only his artifacts and weapons behind on the crystal path.

At the same moment, on the third passage, Meng Chuan, who was moving the slowest, also looked up, gazing towards the direction where Black Wind Demonic Sovereign had vanished.

For years, he had walked alone, but through causality, he could sense that Black Wind Demonic Sovereign had always been on the second passage. Now, he had disappeared.

“Black Wind Demonic Sovereign has left too?” Meng Chuan didn’t know what each of his three companions had encountered, but all of them had now given up.

“Black Wind Demonic Sovereign persisted for thirty years; that’s a very long time. I feel I’m getting increasingly strained,” Meng Chuan said, feeling the sounds of characters pounding against his primordial spirit. Those sounds were vast and grand, exerting such terrifying pressure simply through their presence. “In thirty years, my mind and will have transformed five times, and I feel I’m nearing my limit.”

There were five transformations in total: in the second, fifth, tenth, eighteenth, and twenty-ninth years.

Although the last transformation was only last year, the improvement was significant.

However, Meng Chuan also found that he was hearing the same sounds. Even as he ascended, they became clearer and the pressure intensified, but the characters remained the same. The tempering effect on his ‘mind and will’ was also diminishing. This could be seen from the increasing time intervals between transformations; the next transformation might take twenty years.

With his current mind and will, could he really continue for another twenty years without further transformation?

Meng Chuan estimated that a few more years might be his current limit of endurance. To achieve a breakthrough within those few years? Meng Chuan had no confidence whatsoever.

“I’ll keep going,” he decided.

Although he vaguely felt that in a few years he would reach his limit on the third path, he still had to proceed one step at a time. Who knew, there might be a turning point?

Only Meng Chuan remained, walking alone in the entire relic world, a day after Black Wind Demonic Sovereign had chosen to depart.

“Fusui is looking for us?” Meng Chuan sensed.

Fusui had contacted Meng Chuan, Meng Hu, and Black Wind Demonic Sovereign through the Cang Alliance space, inviting them to meet.

“Fusui is really thriving now,” Meng Chuan mused with a touch of emotion.

Fusui was no longer the Fusui of the past.

Previously, he was an ordinary Five-Tribulation Realm cultivator. Although he had mastered two Five-Tribulation Realm rules in the past, his physical body for travel outside was weakly cultivated, and the weapons and secret treasures he carried were poor. He appeared quite ‘poor.’ His only distinct trait was his love for adventure, repeatedly venturing into various places.

Now, however, Fusui was already considered a half-Six-Tribulation Realm expert.

Although his physical body had not improved, Fusui had far surpassed the Five-Tribulation Realm, becoming a prominent figure in the Cang Alliance space.

“This Fusui, after leaving the relic world, completely changed his demeanor, becoming overbearing and aggressive. He even killed fifteen Five-Tribulation Realm cultivators with whom he had some grievances,” Meng Chuan mused inwardly. Of these fifteen, only two had a significant enmity with Fusui; the other thirteen were merely minor disputes. Under normal circumstances, one wouldn’t kill the true body of a Five-Tribulation Realm cultivator over minor conflicts.

This was because Five-Tribulation Realm cultivators, if they possessed a true body in their home world, were virtually immortal.

Therefore, forming deep enmities was unnecessary.

Yet, Fusui did so, acting with overbearing dominance, killing without hesitation! After he killed fifteen, the Cang Alliance was naturally filled with cries of astonishment.

“I wonder what he wants with us.” Though puzzled, Meng Chuan still sent down an avatar through his primordial spirit mark in the Cang Alliance space.

As for Fusui, Meng Chuan felt he still owed him a favor.

Regardless, in the relic world, his mind and will had transformed five times. Even if forced to leave, his gains were substantial enough, and he felt he should remember this favor from Fusui.

Inside the Cang Alliance space.

“Brother Fusui, congratulations!”

“Brother Fusui has mastered Six-Tribulation Realm rules; I fear he’s not far from becoming a Six-Tribulation Realm cultivator himself,” three Cang Alliance members sitting in one area congratulated Fusui from a distance.

Fusui smiled and nodded, then sat in another corner.

“In the past, this Fusui eagerly befriended everyone. Now, when the three of us congratulate him, he can’t even be bothered to say a word.”

“After all, with one foot already in the Six-Tribulation Realm, he could easily annihilate us with a flick of his hand. Why would he need to pay attention to us?” The three members conversed via spiritual transmission, though without much indignation. Such was the cultivation world: strength determined status.

Fusui sat there alone.

“The outside world only knows my strength has greatly increased and my status is different, but they don’t know the suffering I’ve endured,” Fusui felt oppressed and miserable within.

After leaving the relic world and discovering the injuries to his primordial spirit, he tried every possible method to find a cure.

Having mastered Six-Tribulation Realm rules, his status greatly increased. He successively visited eight ‘Six-Tribulation Realm experts’ and was even fortunate enough to meet a ‘Seven-Tribulation Realm’ one.

Unfortunately…

No one could cure his injuries, so he spared no expense in collecting various treasures capable of healing primordial spirit wounds.

“My years of accumulated wealth are all depleted, the treasures seized from killing fifteen Five-Tribulation Realm cultivators are also gone, and I’ve borrowed over 50,000 square units… Finally, I found the relatively cheapest treasure to alleviate my primordial spirit injuries.” Fusui’s mood was complicated. The cheapest item that could alleviate his injuries was a cultivation-assisting pill sold by the Eternal Tower—the ‘Intoxicating Heart Pill.’

“Taking the Intoxicating Heart Pill requires 120 square units per year,” Fusui thought to himself. “It needs to be taken long-term.”

One hundred and twenty square units a year was considered cheap.

However, to find the Intoxicating Heart Pill, he had experimented with too many treasures, exhausting all his savings and accumulating significant debt.

“One hundred twenty square units a year, for a thousand years, that’s over 100,000 square units… How am I supposed to accumulate that?” Fusui felt the consumption of the Intoxicating Heart Pill was a death knell, and he also worried whether its effects would diminish over time.

“Sigh.”

Fusui felt suffocated with frustration.

The outside world thought he was glorious, but only he knew the extent of his troubles.

Furthermore, due to his primordial spirit’s injuries, he dared not undergo the sixth physical body tribulation. He could only postpone it, afraid to advance his physical body. Thus, he would forever remain a half-step Six-Tribulation Realm cultivator.

“Hmm?” Fusui looked up. Figures successively materialized: Meng Hu, Black Wind Demonic Sovereign, and Meng Chuan. All three walked towards Fusui.

Fusui remained seated, a hint of a smile gracing his face as he welcomed his three companions.

However, he did not stand up to greet them! After all, he could now barely be considered to possess Six-Tribulation Realm strength, and his status was far superior to that of his three companions.