Chapter 740: Swallowed Talent

Meng Chuan could feel that after the mysterious power permeated his Nascent Soul, the microscopic structure of his Nascent Soul was gradually changing.

Everything in the universe, be it a drop of water, a blade of grass, a powerful cultivator, or a mysterious Eternal Secret Treasure, is composed of countless tiny particles. Comprehending one aspect of these particle compositions can lead to the mastery of the ‘Material Rule,’ while comprehending another can lead to the ‘Immeasurable Rule.’ If one reaches the ‘omniscient’ Eternal level, they can use these particles to create any treasure or living being.

For instance, an ‘Eternal Secret Treasure’ can be created from countless tiny particles, or even beings similar to ‘Senior Brother Thousand Hands.’

Naturally, the difficulty of creation varies greatly depending on the object.

Just as a mortal who knows how to build a house finds it much harder to construct a hundred-story skyscraper than a thatched hut, the same applies to Eternal beings. While they can construct countless things from tiny particles, creating an Eternal Secret Treasure requires an astonishing amount of effort. For an Eternal being, it is often preferable to gather rare materials from distant times and spaces and use them as a foundation to forge an Eternal Secret Treasure. After all, creating an Eternal Secret Treasure from scratch, out of nothing, is extremely difficult.

The composition of tiny particles remains an endless source of confusion for Eight Tribulation cultivators, and Meng Chuan naturally understood little of it.

However, the subtle changes happening to his Nascent Soul were already affecting Meng Chuan.

“What is this?”

Meng Chuan, lying there, opened his eyes and looked around, somewhat astonished.

The once beautiful mountain forest was twisting and transforming, becoming increasingly unreal.

“How has the world I perceive changed?” Despite his shock, Meng Chuan remained calm. He knew that during the Nascent Soul’s transformation, anything was possible. “The opportunity at Qianyuan Mountain was set by an Eternal being; it’s a perfect assimilation. There shouldn’t be any lingering problems.”

Whether Meng Chuan opened or closed his eyes, his perception of his surroundings became increasingly distorted.

The trees and plants before him were distorting, space was layering and deforming, and everything appeared incredibly bizarre.

Meng Chuan waited patiently: one hour, two hours, three hours…

His perception grew increasingly exaggerated.

Everything became completely blurred; Meng Chuan could no longer discern anything, only perceiving everything as distorted chaos.

“Boom.”

Six hours later, Meng Chuan’s Nascent Soul rumbled, and his consciousness completely leaped out of the ‘distorted chaos’ into a broader dimension.

Meng Chuan could see Qianyuan Mountain clearly again, but this time, he stood on a higher plane. He saw the ‘flow of time’ on Qianyuan Mountain, observing the scenes of the next moment, the moment after that… He also saw the scenes of the previous moment, the moment before that…

Different life forms perceive the world differently.

Some life forms see the world in black and white, while others perceive it in color.

Some life forms can see normal space, but others can perceive layered dimensions and are naturally capable of traversing the void.

For some life forms, time itself is clearly visible, just as mortals perceive sunlight and dew. These beings also clearly see time.

Time was no longer a concept, but a tangible existence.

“That great serpent is a chaotic creature purely specialized in the path of spacetime,” Meng Chuan murmured. “Perhaps in its eyes, the flow of time is as substantial and clear as physical objects.”

“Only by comprehending the Six-Stroke Talisman Seal Secret Art was I qualified to come to Qianyuan Mountain and receive this opportunity.”

“Having obtained this opportunity, my hope of comprehending the Rule of Time has greatly increased.”

Meng Chuan was quite excited, but he still understood that the path to becoming an Eight Tribulation cultivator was long.

Among chaotic creatures, many possess spacetime talent, but how many can become ‘Chaos Overlords’? How many can cross the threshold of their innate talent and fully master the Rule of Spacetime?

Even if I can master the Rule of Spacetime, it’s still a far cry from becoming an Eight Tribulation Nascent Soul cultivator. Out of a hundred Half-Step Eight Tribulation cultivators, perhaps only one becomes an Eight Tribulation cultivator.

“Perhaps Eternal beings also know the difficulty of becoming an Eight Tribulation cultivator, which is why they bestow such opportunities,” Meng Chuan thought to himself.

Eternal beings can help their disciples, but disciples must still cultivate on their own.

For instance, Dao Lord Shanwu was already an Eight Tribulation mighty one before becoming a disciple, yet even after cultivating until now, he remains at an ordinary Eight Tribulation level.

“The transformation is complete.”

Meng Chuan observed his Nascent Soul World internally.

Deep within his Nascent Soul World, a massive black ring floated, devouring everything yet incredibly stable. It had become a crucial node in his Nascent Soul World, making it even more vast and stable.

“It’s very similar to the Spacetime Ring,” Meng Chuan murmured as he stood up in the mountain forest. With a thought, a black ring, about a zhang in diameter, appeared behind him.

Once the black ring appeared, it began to devour all surrounding power.

The ring itself was formed from countless mystic patterns, and its center was a distorted vortex, wantonly devouring everything. This devouring power was far more terrifying than the pure Chaos Hole Rule. When Meng Chuan previously unleashed the Myriad Calamity Chaos Hole Formation, he was absorbed into it without any resistance.

The devouring power released by the black ring only affected an area within a hundred zhang of him, as Meng Chuan had to restrain himself on Qianyuan Mountain.

“Whoosh.”

Within the hundred-zhang radius, the rocks remained intact, but all the flowers, grass, and trees were pulverized and sucked into the black ring behind Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan, deep in thought, retracted his innate ability with a single thought.

Due to a slight change in Qianyuan Mountain’s time, the flowers, grass, and trees within the hundred-zhang radius reverted to their state before being devoured.

“My innate ability is very similar to that great serpent’s: it also devours everything external and can cause a massive internal explosion,” Meng Chuan pondered. “However, its power is slightly inferior to the serpent’s, feeling only about 30 or 40 percent as strong. This might be because the serpent uses its physical body, while I only use my Nascent Soul World.”

“Since the innate ability is so similar, I’ll call it the Spacetime Ring as well,” Meng Chuan thought.

Although its power was significantly weaker, Meng Chuan wasn’t concerned. If he wished, he could unleash it simultaneously through multiple Nascent Soul avatars.

Furthermore, foolishly using innate abilities as raw techniques is the most idiotic approach. As a Tribulation cultivator, he would naturally try to comprehend the techniques and integrate them into his own combat system.

“I must thoroughly comprehend this innate ability, the ‘Spacetime Ring,’ understanding how it creates a devouring effect stronger than a mere Chaos Hole, and how its internal explosion resembles the Creation Rule.” Meng Chuan intended to use this to comprehend the Rule of Time.

In a dimly lit hall within his home universe.

Emperor Wanxing sat cross-legged alone.

“It has been over eighty years since I obtained the second volume of ‘Bloodline,’” Emperor Wanxing muttered, frowning in thought. He had acquired the second volume of the Eternal scripture ‘Bloodline’ through a sacrifice last time, and ever since, he had been fully dedicating himself to its comprehension, even using a secret realm to maintain a tenfold time acceleration.

He realized that the situation was tense.

The White Bird Pavilion Master, the World Ancestor’s faction, and many other top forces were all eyeing him.

“Eternal scriptures are indeed very difficult to cultivate,” Emperor Wanxing thought. Although he had anticipated this, the progress he made after more than eight hundred years of arduous comprehension under tenfold time acceleration still left him somewhat disappointed.

Such cultivation progress was quite normal.

Eternal beings stood supreme, with only a handful existing across the boundless universe and infinite spacetime.

They did not hide anything; in fact, they actively spread numerous methods, and even opportunities to become their disciples were openly publicized. For instance, the ‘Three Thousand Illusory Arrays’ had long been spread throughout infinite spacetime, and the Six-Stroke Paintings were also openly displayed.

But mastering them was incredibly difficult!

“If I had the lifespan of an Eight Tribulation mighty one, let alone just the first two volumes, I might even master all nine complete volumes,” Emperor Wanxing mused. “But my time is far more limited.”

As far as he knew, the true lifespan of Eight Tribulation mighty ones generally exceeded ten million years.

Those with exceptionally strong willpower, like Ancestor Dragon, lived even longer.

This was far longer than his own lifespan as a Seventh Tribulation cultivator, which was less than two hundred thousand years.

Many Eight Tribulation mighty ones had obtained all nine volumes of the Eternal scripture ‘Bloodline,’ but very few could fully master them and disseminate them to others. As a Half-Step Eight Tribulation cultivator, Emperor Wanxing naturally understood even less.

The arduous path of cultivation made the prospect of reaching the Eight Tribulation level seem increasingly remote to him.

“I need more resources.”

“The sooner I obtain that drop of Chaos Overlord original blood, the better. The sooner I comprehend it, the greater my hope of becoming an Eight Tribulation cultivator will be,” Emperor Wanxing said, his eyes chilling.