Chapter 694: Seven Calamity Era - First Chapter Eight Calamity Era Opens Eyes

In a quiet room within the Grand Hall of the Cangyuan Realm.

Meng Chuan, with white hair and dressed in white, sat cross-legged, gazing at three items on a wooden tray before him: a black book, a fragrant green fruit, and a silver cube.

"In the entire River of Spacetime, there are few secrets I don't know," Meng Chuan murmured, looking at the three items with a puzzled expression.

After reaching the peak of the Sixth Tribulation realm, he had free access to all the White Bird Pavilion's inherited books and knowledge. The White Bird Pavilion had also provided him with comprehensive intelligence on many secrets within the River of Spacetime.

This intelligence detailed numerous hidden aspects of the River of Spacetime: secret information on contemporary Seventh Tribulation and Half-Step Seventh Tribulation cultivators, as well as those at the peak of the Sixth Tribulation realm. It also included highly detailed descriptions of places like 'Demon Mountain,' 'Turbid River of Chaos,' and 'Land of Aversion Bone,' along with secrets related to Eighth Tribulation mighty figures in various higher life worlds.

"However, there is no record concerning these three items before me," Meng Chuan noted, examining them.

The faint aura emanating from the black book startled Meng Chuan, giving him a feeling somewhat akin to the 'Grand Seal,' an Eternal Secret Treasure. As the owner of the Grand Seal, Meng Chuan clearly understood that the black book was still quite far from being an Eternal Secret Treasure, yet it possessed a similar unique quality.

The silver cube, on the other hand, appeared unremarkable.

"I'll eat it first, then worry about the rest," he decided.

Meng Chuan no longer hesitated. With a slight intake of breath, the green fruit on the wooden tray flew directly into his mouth.

It was slightly dry upon entering his mouth, but Meng Chuan crushed it instantly and swallowed it whole.

"This fruit?" Meng Chuan frowned in confusion. It smelled fragrant, but once ingested, it felt as if countless grains of sand were churning within him. His body's countless particles were agitated, and his Essence Soul, also composed of particles, was similarly disturbed, causing extreme discomfort.

Could it be poisonous?

The thought involuntarily crossed Meng Chuan's mind.

"It can't be poisonous," Meng Chuan reasoned. "The White Bird Pavilion Master gifted me treasures worth twenty million units, forging a significant karma between us. Intentionally harming me would create immense negative karma. He aims to reach the Eighth Tribulation realm; he would never act this way." Meng Chuan endured the widespread discomfort in his physical body and Essence Soul. The sensation of every single particle being agitated wasn't acute pain, but rather nausea, trembling, and anxiety.

Meng Chuan found himself unable to suppress this feeling. The effect, penetrating every particle, was more unbearable than many forms of torture.

For a Fourth or Fifth Tribulation cultivator with weaker spiritual will, their particles might uncontrollably disperse, leading to instant death. However, judging by his progress on the Demon Mountain path, Meng Chuan's spiritual will had already reached the Essence Soul Seventh Tribulation level, and he possessed the immortal body of particles. Naturally, there was no danger to his life, but he still suffered immensely.

This torment lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour.

Meng Chuan's eyebrows shot up. He felt as if the countless 'grains of sand' churning within his physical body and Essence Soul had completely disintegrated, transforming into a flowing stream that nourished his Essence Soul.

Sweetness followed the bitterness!

The sensation as his Essence Soul was nourished was incredibly wonderful; Meng Chuan's entire Essence Soul began to tremble.

"Boom!"

The fruit's power merged into his Essence Soul, directly enveloping a wisp of his Essence Soul thought, and instantly departed from this River of Spacetime.

"My wisp of Essence Soul thought... left the universe?"

Having ultimately comprehended the complete spatial rules, Meng Chuan was absolutely certain that in an instant, this portion of his Essence Soul thought had completely exited the universe, like a small fish leaving a river. This wisp of Essence Soul thought could no longer perceive the rules of spacetime.

The moment it left the universe, it immediately surged into a place where turbulent currents converged.

Countless streams of water surged and roiled.

Here, 'seeing' was impossible; Meng Chuan's Essence Soul thought could only perceive vaguely. Amidst the turbulent currents, he could only distinguish 'ten types of water currents.'

These ten types of water currents corresponded to the ten fundamental origin rules Meng Chuan had perceived during his cultivation! Although he was primarily focused on the 'Chaos Cavern Rule,' he had also sensed the other nine fundamental origin rules.

"Whoosh." The fruit's power, still enveloping Meng Chuan, seemed to drift with the currents, intent on moving forward.

"Go there," he directed.

Guided by Meng Chuan, the fruit's power carried his wisp of Essence Soul thought into one of the ten water currents.

This particular current was not the 'Chaos Cavern Rule' current, which Meng Chuan was most familiar with. After all, having mastered the rules of space, particles, and lightning, he was already very close to comprehending the Chaos Cavern Rule. There was no need to use the opportunity provided by the fruit on a rule path he was confident of mastering in a short time.

Meng Chuan chose... the Heaven-Opening Rule!

The Heaven-Opening Rule, governing the creation of universes, was extremely mysterious. Among the ten fundamental origin rules, mastering it was exceptionally difficult.

This was because witnessing the 'creation of a universe' firsthand was impossible; one could only deduce and comprehend it through imagination. Consequently, while many Seventh Tribulation cultivators mastered rules like 'Limitless Rule,' 'Karma Rule,' and 'Reincarnation Rule,' very few were able to comprehend the 'Heaven-Opening Rule.'

"The Chaos Cavern Rule entails devouring everything into annihilation," Meng Chuan mused. "Whereas Heaven-Opening is the creation of a universe."

These were two opposing fundamental origin rules.

Cultivating opposing paths simultaneously truly led to greater power and was more conducive to mastering time and space.

Similarly, the Limitless Rule and the Material Rule were diametrically opposite. Yet, opposing rules could be integrated within a single individual. This was because an Eighth Tribulation mighty figure could master time, space, and all fundamental origin rules, including those that were diametrically opposed.

"Boom," the fruit's power, still enveloping Meng Chuan, plunged into this water current.

Upon entering, he felt it.

This water current was as vast as an ocean, and Meng Chuan was completely immersed within it.

The fruit's power carried Meng Chuan's Essence Soul thought, allowing it to roam within.

"Heaven-Opening."

As Meng Chuan's Essence Soul thought roamed, the current permeated and influenced his Essence Soul. Vaguely, Meng Chuan also witnessed a series of scenes.

There was a colossal and majestic figure, wielding a great axe, cleaving open endless worlds.

There was also a black divine dragon, tearing open a vast world with a single claw. That dark divine dragon even cast a distant glance at Meng Chuan's 'Essence Soul thought,' its whiskers swaying.

"Dragon Ancestor?" Although Meng Chuan had never seen the Dragon Ancestor, at that moment, he felt that this dark divine dragon recognized him and was paying attention to him. Their gazes even met for an instant, and Meng Chuan had a strong feeling... that it was indeed the Dragon Ancestor.

The coiled and sprawling black divine dragon, whose true might was immeasurable, seemed to be neither fully asleep nor awake, as the timeline rapidly shifted.

Ten thousand years, twenty thousand years, thirty thousand years...

He might just blink, and outside, hundreds of millions of years would pass.

"Hmm?" The black divine dragon suddenly opened its eyes, and the timeline instantly froze.

"A mark of my universe creation, reflected across endless spacetime, has actually been discovered by a junior from my home universe," the black divine dragon murmured, a faint smile gracing its lips. Few things could stir him. The Dragon race dared not awaken the Dragon Ancestor unless a matter of utmost importance arose. Even when the Nine Refinement Pagoda sent treasures, it was according to established rules, and the Dragon Ancestor had not observed Meng Chuan before. At his level, having completely transcended the River of Spacetime, it was exceedingly difficult for anyone to perceive his true form.

Meng Chuan's perception of his mark had caught the Dragon Ancestor's attention.

"Meng Chuan? A very promising young fellow. Reaching the Half-Step Eighth Tribulation realm won't be difficult for him," the black divine dragon observed. "The current era in our home universe is quite strong; there might even be three Half-Step Eighth Tribulation cultivators appearing simultaneously."

He merely glanced and didn't pay much attention.

This was because among hundreds of Half-Step Eighth Tribulation cultivators, perhaps only one could hope to break through to the 'Eighth Tribulation realm.'

Only an Eighth Tribulation mighty figure could be considered his peer.

The black divine dragon then closed its eyes again, and the timeline continued to shift.

Scene after scene unfolded.

Meng Chuan witnessed nineteen scenes, seemingly depicting the creation of different universes. Every being responsible for creating a universe was terrifyingly powerful. Only the black divine dragon had paid any attention to Meng Chuan; the other beings had completely ignored him.

As his Essence Soul thought roamed this place, the fruit's power was continuously consumed.

"This place seems to have no end," Meng Chuan thought, struggling to navigate the ocean of Heaven-Opening Rule. His Essence Soul thought was constantly affected, and the fruit's power grew scarcer.

Finally, after enduring for a while, the fruit's power was completely exhausted.

This wisp of Meng Chuan's Essence Soul thought instantly annihilated.

"Hmm?"

In the quiet room of the Grand Hall in the Cangyuan Realm, Meng Chuan, with white hair and dressed in white, suddenly awoke.