Chapter 708: Yellow Bird Behind

Sufficient energy can also affect timelines.

When Meng Chuan’s five Essence Soul Avatars simultaneously unleashed 'Chaos Opening,' the power was truly terrifying, preventing revival on nearby timelines. However, Fo Yu was indeed very skilled in time-related abilities, and he revived from a distant past unaffected by 'Chaos Opening.' A massive hundred-tentacled true body reformed in the Primeval Chaos. Fo Yu’s huge golden eyes stared at Meng Chuan, both covetous and finding this newly advanced Essence Soul Seventh-Tribulation cultivator incredibly difficult to deal with.

“With my spatial-temporal abilities, I could easily escape to a faraway place, and his Essence Soul World killer move wouldn't even touch me,” Fo Yu thought confidently. “But my goal is to devour his Essence Soul Avatars. How can I devour them if I flee?”

“He has multiple Essence Soul Avatars and is too cautious, immediately self-destructing once he senses danger.”

Fo Yu found it too challenging.

The power of this Essence Soul Seventh-Tribulation cultivator's attacks was so terrifying that it surpassed its own. But this destructive power was limited to that one move; in other aspects, including defensive techniques, he was much weaker. Fo Yu could easily shatter his domain and invade him, but Meng Chuan was unconcerned, promptly self-destructing his Essence Soul Avatars if things turned unfavorable.

“Let’s try another move,” Fo Yu decided after reviving, attempting again. It was rare to encounter a newly advanced Seventh-Tribulation cultivator. Most long-established Seventh-Tribulation mighty figures typically possessed deep attainments in time-related techniques, which would significantly weaken Fo Yu’s various moves. Meng Chuan clearly had weaker time-related abilities, giving Fo Yu a considerable advantage.

Meng Chuan watched the revived Forbidden Creature, Fo Yu, whose body blurred. Almost instantly, thousands of shadowy tentacles enveloped Meng Chuan.

Although he couldn't fully comprehend the move, Meng Chuan vaguely judged it to be a time-related technique, as the sheer speed of its execution in a brief moment resulted in the appearance of a vast number of phantom tentacles.

“I didn’t expect my full effort would still fail to break its undying body from the past,” Meng Chuan shook his head.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Without the slightest hesitation, the five Essence Soul Avatars unleashed five more 'Chaos Opening' attacks. The dazzling five blades of light illuminated this spatial-temporal region, completely annihilating the hundred-billion-mile area, naturally obliterating all tentacles and the blurred form of the Forbidden Creature.

Everything fell silent, but Meng Chuan knew that the creature would soon revive from the past again.

“I’m leaving.”

Meng Chuan saw no point in fighting further. Since he couldn’t force out the creature’s ‘Life Core Revival’ and thus couldn’t locate its life core, the creature remained invincible.

Fighting an unkillable Forbidden Creature was a pure waste of time.

Casting the secret technique bestowed by Mountain Lord Mo, Meng Chuan immediately felt the entire Primeval Chaos rejecting him. Following this repulsion, he completely departed, vanishing from that spatial-temporal region of the Primeval Chaos.

“Whoosh!” Fo Yu’s massive body reformed, having revived from the past, but this time, Meng Chuan was gone.

“He left? Left the Primeval Chaos?” Fo Yu felt unwilling but helpless; it knew that even if the fight continued, its hope of devouring Meng Chuan’s Essence Soul Avatars was slim.

Just then, the constantly flowing Primeval Chaos solidified.

Fo Yu felt a powerful spatial-temporal confinement, as if it was about to be completely sealed. It slowly and with difficulty turned its head, its eyes looking towards a distant spot. An old farmer, full of wrinkles, walked towards it, treading on the murky river water.

“Wansheng,” Fo Yu’s heart sank.

It, of course, knew Emperor Wansheng!

In this Chronal River, only two cultivators could truly threaten it: Emperor Wansheng and Pavilion Master Bai Niao. Ever since it learned of the existence of Half-step Eighth-Tribulation beings, Fo Yu had been extremely cautious, rarely revealing its true body. Even when dealing with prey, it would only briefly appear before quickly dispersing.

“How is this possible? I’ve only been fighting this newly advanced Essence Soul Seventh-Tribulation cultivator for a short while. How did he know? Even if he knew, it would take a long time to travel here.” Fo Yu couldn’t understand.

The Primeval Chaos was a spatial-temporal labyrinth, making travel extremely difficult unless one became an Eighth-Tribulation mighty figure, thus unaffected.

And Pavilion Master Bai Niao and Emperor Wansheng were still affected here, influenced by the formations blessed by Mountain Lord Mo and generations of Eighth-Tribulation mighty figures. Even if they remotely sensed the battle between Meng Chuan and Fo Yu, it would still take more than a moment to arrive.

“It’s extremely difficult to spy on battles in the Primeval Chaos. Arriving quickly is even more impossible.” Fo Yu desperately waved its tentacles, but now its hundreds of tentacles moved very slowly. “How did he get here so fast?”

“Seal!”

Emperor Wansheng, having approached, struck Fo Yu’s head with his palm. Countless runes appeared, completely sealing this true body of Fo Yu. Its eyeballs couldn’t move, its tentacles couldn’t budge an inch; its entire massive body was like a statue, unable to exert any power.

“I’m sealed, completely unable to move.” Fo Yu’s consciousness was still intact, but a terrifying force sealed every part of its true body.

“It’s all thanks to Meng Chuan that I could capture this true body,” Emperor Wansheng said, a smile appearing on his honest, farmer-like face.

Indeed, it was difficult to probe battles within the Primeval Chaos.

But Emperor Wansheng greatly valued Meng Chuan. Ever since he saw Meng Chuan’s future timelines, he had elevated Meng Chuan’s status to second only to Pavilion Master Bai Niao. Almost every few decades, he would observe Meng Chuan’s future timelines. Since Meng Chuan arrived in the Primeval Chaos, Emperor Wansheng discovered that Meng Chuan’s future almost certainly involved a confrontation with Fo Yu.

Because Fo Yu, with its extremely high spatial-temporal attainments, would discover Meng Chuan as prey, and once Meng Chuan reached the newly advanced Seventh-Tribulation realm, this confrontation was bound to happen.

“Once I confirmed you two would fight, I already arrived in the Primeval Chaos,” Emperor Wansheng said, looking at Fo Yu’s massive, immobile true body. “I waited for over a hundred years, and finally you made your move.”

Emperor Wansheng was very patient; for him, cultivation was cultivation wherever he was.

He cultivated in the Primeval Chaos while patiently waiting, always lurking relatively close to Meng Chuan.

“With your true body captured, your life core cannot condense a new true body,” Emperor Wansheng clearly knew how to capture Seventh-Tribulation Forbidden Creatures.

Only when a true body completely dies—either its physical body is annihilated or its consciousness is annihilated—can the life core revive a new true body.

If the true body is alive and well, just immobile, then the life core cannot revive a true body.

“For a Seventh-Tribulation Forbidden Creature, the maximum distance between its life core and true body in the Primeval Chaos will not exceed three hundred billion miles,” Emperor Wansheng’s gaze swept in all directions, beginning to probe through space-time. Holding the creature’s true body meant its life core, even if it moved, must be within the three hundred billion-mile range.

Invisible waves meticulously scanned the three hundred billion-mile range.

At this moment, the true body ironically became a restriction, preventing the life core from escaping far.

“The life core of a Seventh-Tribulation Forbidden Creature has become conceptualized, but as long as it’s within three hundred billion miles, I will eventually find it.” Emperor Wansheng screened it repeatedly, and with his realm, he finally found the constantly moving and escaping life core within the three hundred billion-mile range.

Lines of rules were being pulled.

These rule lines were integrated into the Primeval Chaos, and only those with a sufficiently high realm could detect them.

“Whoosh.”

Countless gray threads, each with innumerable runes appearing, were forced by Emperor Wansheng to finally condense into a small wooden sculpture.

This was an eerie wooden sculpture with a hundred tentacles, a miniature version of Fo Yu’s true body.

“Mercy, mercy,” the wooden sculpture uttered.

“Hum.”

Emperor Wansheng reached out and grasped the wooden sculpture. Looking at the pleading, wriggling sculpture, he first completely sealed the power fluctuations within it, then completely annihilated the consciousness within the sculpture.

Immediately, the consciousness of the massive Fo Yu true body outside also vanished, turning it into a corpse.

Holding the wooden sculpture, Emperor Wansheng smiled. With his ability, he couldn’t destroy this wooden sculpture. Even if physically destroyed, the sculpture would merely decompose into countless gray threads and would reform again.

“Eternally indestructible, and if the seal is lifted, it will even conceive a new consciousness,” Emperor Wansheng murmured. “No wonder Mountain Lord Mo has always studied these chaos creatures.”

Beyond the universe, chaos creatures were a vast group. Even their ‘Chaos Lords’ could contend with Eighth-Tribulation mighty figures, though relatively, Eighth-Tribulation mighty figures possessed more profound techniques. Below Eternal existence, Eighth-Tribulation mighty figures were undoubtedly the strongest group in endless space-time.

However, Eighth-Tribulation mighty figures also had lifespan limits.

Having obtained the life core of a Seventh-Tribulation Forbidden Creature, Emperor Wansheng was in excellent spirits. He looked towards a distant direction: “This Meng Chuan, he’s growing so fast.”