Chapter 717: Tribulation Crossing (End of This Episode)

In the Cangyuan Realm, within a quiet room in the Heaven and Earth Great Hall.

Sensing the impending heavenly tribulation, Meng Chuan came here after informing his wife. At this moment, he actively dissipated his numerous Primeval Spirit avatars, leaving only his true body from his home realm and one extraterrestrial true body to face the tribulation.

“The seventh Primeval Spirit Heavenly Tribulation,” Meng Chuan murmured as he sat cross-legged in the quiet room, patiently awaiting its arrival.

For the seventh Primeval Spirit Heavenly Tribulation, many seniors had successfully passed it, as there were several in each generation. Information regarding the tribulation was also very detailed.

“The seventh tribulation targets the Primeval Spirit, specifically one’s mental will,” Meng Chuan thought to himself. “I am quite confident.”

“However, there is no recorded information about the eighth Primeval Spirit Heavenly Tribulation.” As Meng Chuan quietly awaited the tribulation, many thoughts crossed his mind. The number of Primeval Spirit Eighth Tribulation cultivators born throughout history was exceedingly small. Even the White Bird Pavilion Master and Myriad Star Heavenly Emperor would find it difficult to meet an Eighth Tribulation Primeval Spirit, so naturally, gathering information about the eighth Primeval Spirit Tribulation was extremely challenging. Meng Chuan had found no information about the eighth Primeval Spirit Heavenly Tribulation at either White Bird Pavilion or Eternal Tower.

“First, I need to become a Seventh Tribulation cultivator. After that, I can strive to master the rules of time and space. The eighth tribulation is still very far off for me,” Meng Chuan knew clearly. Having not even reached the peak of Demon Mountain, his mental will was still far from being able to withstand the evolution of 'space-time rules'.

“It’s here,” Meng Chuan murmured, focusing his mind and ceasing all thoughts, for a power had already descended upon him from the unseen.

Whoosh.

An unprecedentedly cold mist descended into Meng Chuan’s sea of consciousness, instantly freezing his Primeval Spirit.

“What is this?” Meng Chuan looked around. He was in a world of ice and snow. “An illusion?”

“My Primeval Spirit is frozen, and my consciousness has been drawn into an illusion?” Meng Chuan had gathered a vast amount of information about tribulations and understood his current situation. “If even my mental will is frozen, then I will fail the tribulation and perish.”

“I must persevere long enough.”

“Long enough for the tribulation to end. But this illusion… it's truly cold.” Meng Chuan involuntarily shivered, then began to walk.

Within the illusion, he was like a mortal, devoid of any divine powers. Meng Chuan knew clearly that this was a confrontation between his mental will and the 'Heavenly Tribulation'. The weaker one’s mental will, the colder one would feel, and the easier it would be to freeze to death. Meng Chuan’s mental will was strong; he had only shivered slightly.

In the vast expanse of white, icy snow, only Meng Chuan’s figure moved slowly. Snowflakes covered his eyebrows and face. He looked up into the distance, where a ground-shaking blizzard roared towards him.

“Another blizzard,” Meng Chuan muttered to himself. The wind howled, swirling countless snowflakes that battered his body fiercely. Meng Chuan endured, his head bowed. The wind and snow intensified, and he was soon overwhelmed by the accumulating snowflakes.

After a long while, the blizzard ceased. From a pile of snow, a hand emerged. Meng Chuan climbed out from beneath, shook himself, and the accumulated snow slid off.

“Blizzards, avalanches, ice lakes… whatever other dangers there are, bring them on. This is a manifestation of my mental will. As long as my mental will holds, I am immortal and indestructible.” Meng Chuan’s expression remained unchanged. If his mental will could only reach fifty thousand li on the Demon Mountain Path, the blizzards would be far more violent, and he would feel much colder, drastically increasing the tribulation’s difficulty. But after all, he was capable of reaching ninety-eight thousand li.

Meng Chuan calmly faced the numerous trials within the illusion, undisturbed. What truly gave him a headache was 'time'. In the illusion, there was no end in sight, and no sense of how much time had passed. Time within the illusion was meaningless; a million years spent there could be merely an instant in the outside world. Here, Meng Chuan’s consciousness and thoughts were as slow as a mortal’s. Under the freezing conditions, his thinking would become even slower, and he was unable to perceive any rules.

“How long have I been walking? Thirty thousand years? Or three hundred thousand years?” Meng Chuan himself didn’t know; his incredibly slow thoughts prevented him from determining the passage of time.

During the fifth Primeval Spirit Tribulation, Meng Chuan had already experienced the torment of time. That time, there was no freezing, no severe torment; he simply spent an unknown amount of time in a void. This time was even harsher. Not only was the duration endless, but there were also unending trials and torments. If a Primeval Spirit Tribulation cultivator succumbed to mental fatigue due to the excessive duration, unable to withstand the trials, and was ultimately frozen… then they would perish.

“Come on,” he thought. “Let a myriad tribulations come, no matter how long the time, there will eventually be an end. At that point, I will have succeeded.” Meng Chuan firmly believed in his success. The 'hope' of passing the tribulation was like a lamp, illuminating his path as he walked through the illusion.

Time flowed on.

Three million years? Thirty million years?

Meng Chuan had no idea how much time had passed. When he felt, 'It should be over now, right?', in reality, not even a tenth of the time had elapsed. In fact, the illusion’s duration was so incredibly long that it startled Meng Chuan, and a hint of fatigue began to set in. The sheer length of the illusion’s duration caused Meng Chuan, a Primeval Spirit Seventh Tribulation cultivator, to grow accustomed to it, even starting to feel that it would continue for an even longer period.

Whoosh.

The illusion silently disintegrated. The power that had originally frozen Meng Chuan’s Primeval Spirit also quietly vanished.

“I succeeded?” Meng Chuan felt a moment of disorientation.

A long perseverance had led to ultimate success. While 'long' sounded simple, even the most formidable experts would grow increasingly fatigued, even collapse, in the face of an endlessly long duration.

“Fortunately, I had already created a Primeval Spirit cultivation method before facing this tribulation,” Meng Chuan recalled with some relief. “Otherwise, with only the level of sixty to seventy thousand li on the Demon Mountain Path, passing the tribulation would truly have been a matter of life or death.” Although reaching fifty thousand li on the Demon Mountain Path signified meeting the minimum mental will threshold for a Primeval Spirit Seventh Tribulation, that was only the lowest requirement, indicating that one’s Primeval Spirit World could withstand the evolution of fundamental rules. The hope of passing the tribulation at that level was also very low. The higher one’s mental will, the greater the hope of success.

In the Cangyuan Realm, Jiangzhou City, at the Meng Residence.

Liu Qiyue sat at her desk, gazing blankly at a half-finished painting in front of her. Previously, Meng Chuan had been creating it with her; he painted, and she inscribed. However, halfway through the painting, Meng Chuan simply said, “The heavenly tribulation is here, Qiyue. I’m going into seclusion,” and then left.

Liu Qiyue had long known that her husband was about to face his seventh heavenly tribulation, but when the moment arrived, she was still extremely worried.

“For Tribulation cultivators, every step forward is a tribulation.”

“Only by passing the tribulation can one become stronger.” Liu Qiyue worried about her husband. She simply sat there in a daze, countless thoughts swirling in her mind.

Two days, three days…

The longer the time passed, the more anxious and worried she became. She could do nothing but sit there alone, quietly awaiting her husband’s return.

Seven months later, a white-robed, white-haired figure appeared outside the study. He smiled as he looked at her through the window. Only then did Liu Qiyue smile, her eyes regaining their luster. She immediately stood up and walked out.

“A’Chuan, you succeeded, didn’t you?” Liu Qiyue looked at Meng Chuan, somewhat fearing that her husband had failed the tribulation and had come to say goodbye.

“I succeeded,” Meng Chuan replied with a slight smile.

On this day, the Cangyuan Realm saw the birth of its second Seventh Tribulation grand cultivator in history.

(End of this volume)

Updates will pause tomorrow and resume the day after tomorrow with the twenty-eighth volume. The story is expected to conclude in approximately two months.