Chapter 637: Time and Space Sea

Fantasy

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"I will, of course, obey your command," Fu Sui said, lowering his head. "But how do I turn away the cultivators? Dozens of them are currently in my cave abode."

"That's simple."

With a single thought, Emperor Xu located the other Fifth Tribulation Realm cultivators temporarily residing in the large ship.

"From today onward, the Black Mountain ruins belong to me." The majestic voice echoed in the minds of every Fifth Tribulation Realm cultivator. They felt an inexplicable fear and, before they could react, sensed themselves being forcefully 'thrown' out. Space and time warped around them. When they finally regained their bearings, each found themselves in a different location: some in dark, desolate lands, others on unnamed stars, or in unfamiliar void...

In the blink of an eye, the group of Fifth Tribulation Realm cultivators was scattered across different regions of several nearby river systems.

"You only need to spread the word that I have forbidden you from sending any more cultivators inside," Emperor Xu said indifferently. "Blame everything on me."

"Yes," Fu Sui respectfully replied.

Emperor Xu turned and departed, vanishing from sight.

For Emperor Xu, had it not been to deliver a command, he would not have deigned to meet Fu Sui. As one of the top hundred beings in the entire River of Spacetime, his claim to the Black Mountain ruins was unquestionable by Fifth Tribulation Realm cultivators.

"Emperor Xu." Fu Sui watched, longing in his eyes. He yearned to possess Emperor Xu's power, but the disparity between them was too vast.

"At least I've sent four batches in consecutively and earned over 300,000 units," Fu Sui mused. "That's quite a profit. I need to figure out how to use it."

***

Qianshan Star.

*Boom.*

Vast amounts of information flooded Meng Chuan's mind, revealing a series of images. All the images were similar. Each depicted a vast ocean, with water continuously converging, making the sea ever wider and deeper. The movement of the seawater contained various profound mysteries. The more intricate the image, the darker and vaster the ocean appeared.

"This is the Sea of Spacetime." Meng Chuan, who also commanded the laws of thunder, could understand the initial parts of this inheritance. The profound essence of this inheritance manifested as a rotating, converging ocean, but in reality, the ocean itself was 'spacetime.' Spacetime here had a massive collapse point. All spacetime operations converged and brewed around this point.

"This 'Eternal Path' technique has a higher cultivation threshold than 'Primordial Spirit Star'," Meng Chuan realized.

'Primordial Spirit Star' had a very low threshold; even those at the fifth level of Primordial Spirit could begin cultivating it. Its demands on one's mental fortitude weren't excessive.

'Eternal Path,' in contrast, had a much higher threshold. It didn't require a specific Primordial Spirit realm. However, it had extremely high demands on one's 'skill realm' and 'mental fortitude'. Regarding 'skill realm', one had to have insights into both time and space. Only then could one comprehend the technique. Those who specialized solely in the void lineage or the time lineage, for example, couldn't understand it. This was perfectly normal; powerful Tribulation Realm experts would naturally have extremely high attainments in both time and space.

The other aspect was mental fortitude. According to the description of this technique, it was recommended to begin cultivation only after reaching the Fifth Tribulation Realm in Primordial Spirit.

"I'll give it a try."

The 'Primordial Spirit Star' within his Primordial Spirit Avatar slowly rotated. Although the avatar contained only a small fraction of his Primordial Spirit, it was maintained in the 'Primordial Spirit Star' structure for greater stability and much stronger recovery.

At this moment, with a thought from Meng Chuan, the Primordial Spirit Star began to disperse, breaking down into its most fundamental individual Primordial Spirit thoughts.

"Sea of Spacetime, Eternal Path."

As Meng Chuan attempted, countless Primordial Spirit thoughts began to recombine. This time, they combined not into a star, but into a sea of spacetime. A vast ocean, with countless thoughts acting as water droplets, converged with the profound mysteries of spacetime. When Meng Chuan used his Sixth Tribulation Realm level understanding of 'Thunder Laws' to comprehend it, the Sea of Spacetime faintly manifested thunder, resembling a thunderous swamp.

*Rumble.*

The Sea of Spacetime, with its waters continuously converging, exerted immense pressure on its central core. At the center of the Sea of Spacetime, countless thoughts also converged. These thoughts were subjected to tremendous pressure, which was a natural byproduct of the technique itself.

"This..." Meng Chuan's brief attempt left him feeling an overwhelming pressure; even the core Primordial Spirit thoughts began to collapse.

"My current realm generates too much pressure when cultivating the 'Eternal Path' technique. Only a sufficiently strong Primordial Spirit can withstand it. My Primordial Spirit Avatar is simply too weak," Meng Chuan realized. Without hesitation, he began recalling his true body from the Demon Mountain.

His true body in the outer realm had been listening to the Demon Mountain's sounds, constantly tempering his Primordial Spirit. Simultaneously enduring the dual pressures of the 'Demon Mountain's sounds' and the 'Eternal Path' technique would only interfere with each other, leading to poor cultivation results.

Soon, his outer realm true body returned to Qianshan Star. Possessing the majority of his Primordial Spirit's fundamental essence, his true body's Primordial Spirit was much stronger and could fully immerse itself in this new 'Eternal Path' technique. Only with a much stronger Primordial Spirit could he withstand the pressure of this technique; otherwise, it would be impossible to cultivate it long-term.

"In terms of stability and defense, this technique is also excellent, no less than 'Primordial Spirit Star'."

"'Primordial Spirit Star' excels because it allows the Primordial Spirit to slowly strengthen and also benefits one's mental fortitude."

"'Eternal Path,' on the other hand, doesn't directly strengthen the Primordial Spirit. Instead, it forms a Sea of Spacetime that continuously pressures one's Primordial Spirit, requiring constant resistance with mental fortitude. Day after day... continuous resistance to this pressure forces one's mental fortitude to transform." Meng Chuan admired this. Compared to the gentle, gradual improvement of the Primordial Spirit Path, the Eternal Path was more brutal. If one couldn't resist, the Sea of Spacetime would collapse, making long-term cultivation of this technique impossible. To cultivate it long-term, one's mental fortitude had to grow stronger.

"The Demon Mountain's sounds are an external force tempering the Primordial Spirit," Meng Chuan mused. "The Eternal Path, however, is self-cultivation, an internal pressure."

"According to the ancient texts, the Sea of Spacetime is a torment, constantly afflicting one's mental fortitude."

"But if one only forcibly resists, exhaustion and weariness will eventually set in, and the 'Eternal Path' technique won't yield good results."

"One must enjoy this pressure. Under this pressure, one must identify the weaknesses in their mental fortitude, refine them, and allow them to transform. The transformation of one's mental fortitude will make cultivators obsessed, even more captivated by this technique." Meng Chuan understood the path it presented.

Without external pressure, the Primordial Spirit technique directly refined one's internal self. Using the Sea of Spacetime, it forged an Eternal Path.

"This technique is worth trying."

At the very least, this technique also offered a clear path, a route to the Eighth Tribulation Realm of Primordial Spirit. However, as Ancestor Realm had said, to become an Eighth Tribulation Realm expert, one ultimately had to forge their own path. Therefore, whether it was 'Primordial Spirit Star' or 'Eternal Path,' one could learn them, but ultimately, one needed to make their own breakthroughs.

It was still too early to talk about breakthroughs; he needed to focus on cultivation first.

Time flowed on, and another half year passed.

***

The 'World Gap' between Cangyuan Realm and Demon Realm was now slowly collapsing. This World Gap, which had temporarily formed due to the proximity of the two life worlds, began its slow disintegration as the two worlds gradually moved further apart. This collapse was very gradual, likely to continue for several centuries. From the shattered sky, light occasionally fell.

Anhai Wang, sculpted as if from dark cyan ice, looked up silently. His appearance had barely changed, but his skin color was much duller, and his vitality significantly weaker. Even having transformed into an ice-based life form, he was still approaching the end of his lifespan.

"Three hundred years," Anhai Wang murmured, gazing at the World Gap.

Initially, there were still conflicts between the human and demon races in the World Gap. Later, the Demon Realm completely withdrew, no longer daring to enter the World Gap. Anhai Wang then patrolled alone, feeling a rare glimmer of joy whenever human divine fiends entered. But once the human divine fiends returned to Cangyuan Realm, he was once again left alone in the World Gap.

And today marked the completion of his three-hundred-year term.

"I can go home now." Anhai Wang's heart trembled slightly. Three hundred years, it was too long. He had dreamt of his homeland countless times.

Anhai Wang flew up, traveling a full three thousand li before reaching a node that connected to Yuanchu Mountain.

*Boom.*

Anhai Wang struck the node with eight bare-handed punches, shattering the world membrane. Through the hole in the membrane, he saw the other side—a place of bright sunshine and birdsong, so brilliant that Anhai Wang squinted his eyes. With a single step, he passed through the world membrane's opening and arrived at the other side, at Yuanchu Mountain.

Standing on an unnamed mountain peak, Anhai Wang gazed around in solitude. In the distance, two figures flew towards him. One was Qin Wu, the other Yan Jin. Both looked at Anhai Wang with indifference.

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