Chapter 757: Initial Encounter with the Lord of the Demon Mountain

In Meng Chuan's primordial spirit world, golden characters drifted down, coalescing into sentences. These sentences then formed paragraphs, which gradually consolidated into full chapters.

As he listened, a flood of insights surged into his mind, captivating Meng Chuan. He had already mastered the foundational rules of time and space, enabling him to unravel all mysteries, yet true comprehension would still demand an endless amount of time. The Eternal's teachings, however, directly illuminated the essence of everything.

The Eternal, without doubt.

They truly comprehended everything. Even a few simple words from their teachings were profoundly insightful, deeply shocking Meng Chuan and filling him with reverence.

"If one learns the Way in the morning, one may die content in the evening."

The Eternal existence represents the ultimate 'Dao'.

Unbeknownst to him, he had listened for over an hour, hearing the entire discourse once, and Meng Chuan now fully awakened. Although the majestic voice on the summit of Demonic Mountain continued to repeat the teachings, the repetition offered no further benefit; Meng Chuan had already committed everything to memory.

In his mind, the complete teachings were now preserved.

"The opportunity granted by the Demonic Mountain Master is truly immense," Meng Chuan thought. He also felt that the Demonic Mountain Master was indeed generous, leaving such an opportunity here for anyone capable enough to come and listen. However, very few could reach the summit of Demonic Mountain purely through their willpower. Those whose willpower was insufficient could not withstand the teachings, and even a half-step Eighth-Tribulation Realm expert might not be able to reach the summit.

Conversely, those of the primordial spirit lineage had a greater chance of reaching the summit.

As far as Meng Chuan knew, only a handful of individuals in each era had managed to reach the summit of Demonic Mountain.

"Having received such a great opportunity, if I gain something from it, I naturally owe a portion to the Demonic Mountain Master." Meng Chuan felt the Demonic Mountain Master's request was entirely reasonable. Moreover, the Demonic Mountain Master even proactively bestowed benefits for purple-level and golden-level secret techniques, which spoke volumes about his character. After all, the Demonic Mountain Master could have chosen not to give any rewards; it would have been perfectly normal for someone who received his opportunity to reciprocate with a secret technique.

The fact that he proactively bestowed benefits for sufficiently advanced secret techniques made Meng Chuan extremely curious about the Demonic Mountain Master.

Within the Kunyun Secret Realm, Meng Chuan secluded himself in a valley, pondering the Eternal's teachings.

"Can no medium carry these teachings?" Meng Chuan sat in his study, attempting to write on an ancient stone tablet. However, as soon as his pen touched the surface, the characters vanished, as if prevented by an invisible rule. Meng Chuan mused, "Like Eighth-Tribulation Realm legacies, which are carried by special mediums and can usually only be received a few times, the Eternal's teachings seem to have even higher requirements for their medium."

"Characters can't even record it, yet the Demonic Mountain Master was able to record the complete discourse as an image?" Meng Chuan marveled.

He had listened to the teachings on the summit, so they naturally existed in his memory.

Yet, attempting to reproduce the scenes from his memory in the outside world was incredibly difficult, like an ant trying to lift a mountain – utterly impossible to reproduce.

"It cannot be recorded, it cannot be reproduced, yet the Demonic Mountain Master hasn't restricted its dissemination." Meng Chuan gave up trying and began to carefully ponder the teachings.

The entire discourse consisted of 16,059 characters.

Each sentence held boundless profound meaning, and when combined with the preceding and following sentences, the depth and resonance were infinite.

Meng Chuan was completely immersed. His primordial spirit avatar, far away on Quyuan Mountain, was also diligently comprehending. After mastering the painting secret technique 'Six-Stroke Talisman Seal,' Meng Chuan had developed a habit of dissecting any profound art into six layers using this technique, understanding and comprehending it from different 'painting layers.'

Under the accelerated time flow of Quyuan Mountain, Meng Chuan studied these teachings for 320 years before stopping.

"Finally, I've finished comprehending," Meng Chuan said. In his primordial spirit world, a six-layered overlaid painting had formed. Each layer represented his understanding and insights into the teachings, and the six layers were distinctly different.

"Only 16,059 characters, yet with my primordial spirit comprehension speed and my aptitude, it took me 320 years to fully comprehend." Meng Chuan marveled. "At my current level, I've grasped everything I can. Next, I must integrate these six layers of insights into one."

Meng Chuan combined them with practiced ease.

After mastering the Six-Stroke Talisman Seal secret technique, he had performed the process of dissecting, comprehending, and then integrating into one too many times.

In less than a year, a complete secret technique materialized in Meng Chuan's mind.

"Buzz."

The complete secret technique, comprising over sixty thousand characters, emitted a purple radiance as it coalesced into a chapter within Meng Chuan's primordial spirit world.

"I've comprehended it," Meng Chuan smiled.

The Eternal's teachings focused on 'mind and will.' The secret technique created from this would also emit a spiritual radiance.

The purple radiance indicated the level of the secret technique Meng Chuan had comprehended.

Through these years of comprehension, which culminated in the creation of this secret technique, Meng Chuan's mind and will had also undergone a transformation. However, they were still unable to bear the evolution of 'time-space rules.' Clearly, the primordial spirit Eighth-Tribulation Realm required an astonishingly high level of mind and will.

"This can greatly enhance my mind and will, so I truly must thank the Demonic Mountain Master. Now, I need to present him with a copy of this secret technique." Meng Chuan searched for paper and other materials to try and record it, but found them equally difficult to carry. Ultimately, he used a piece of bizarre cold jade, worth over ten thousand cubes, as the medium to record the entire secret technique. He could also sense that this strange jade would disintegrate after being studied once.

"I've never even heard of a secret technique related to mind and will of this caliber before, so I don't know its exact value. However, if the Demonic Mountain Master is willing to bestow a reward of no more than a billion cubes upon receiving it, then this secret technique's value should exceed a billion cubes," Meng Chuan mused.

Meng Chuan knew it was precious, but due to his limited perspective, he ultimately didn't know its true value.

He was a half-step Eighth-Tribulation Realm expert of the primordial spirit lineage. Having cultivated to his current level, even a slight improvement in mind and will was incredibly difficult, yet this secret technique allowed him to undergo a transformation!

For an Eighth-Tribulation Realm grand power, an improvement in mind and will meant increased longevity!

Deep within Demonic Mountain, there was an ancient cave dwelling.

One could awaken the Demonic Mountain Master here by accumulating a thousand fragments of Six-Tribulation Realm vital cores, or ten Seven-Tribulation Realm vital cores, or at least a purple-level secret technique. Anyone daring to awaken the Demonic Mountain Master without sufficient treasures was simply seeking death.

"Senior Demonic Mountain," Meng Chuan called out, standing before the ancient cave dwelling. He had come to proactively awaken the Demonic Mountain Master.

As soon as he spoke.

The dark red entrance to the cave dwelling slowly opened before him, and Meng Chuan stepped inside.

After walking for a moment, Meng Chuan saw a figure seated cross-legged ahead. His posture was identical to that of the Eternal being on the summit, possessing a similar aura.

His hair was twisted and coiled, as if containing infinite space. His cross-legged body seemed to exert boundless pressure, causing Meng Chuan to feel a sense of oppression.

He was like a statue, unmoving, yet the pressure he exerted on Meng Chuan was overwhelming. Facing him, Meng Chuan felt like a tiny ant confronting a celestial body! It seemed that even a ripple of his residual power would be enough to annihilate Meng Chuan.

"The Demonic Mountain Master gives me such a terrifying feeling. A half-step Eighth-Tribulation Realm expert could be annihilated by him with just a thought," Meng Chuan realized.

"Whoosh."

The figure seated cross-legged slowly opened his eyes. Within a few meters around him, the flow of time returned to normal.

Two miniature universes were hidden within his eyes. Meng Chuan was absolutely certain of this when he looked at the Demonic Mountain Master. Because at his current realm, the Demonic Mountain Master's eyes appeared larger than the sun, and he could clearly see stars within them, along with cultivators flying through the starry sky.

"Two eyes, each containing a miniature universe? And his hair, is every single strand an independent space-time?" Meng Chuan sensed the other party's aura, and the Demonic Mountain Master did not conceal it.

"Cultivated for seventeen thousand years, a half-step Eighth-Tribulation Realm expert of the primordial spirit lineage?" The Demonic Mountain Master observed Meng Chuan with an unfathomable, vast gaze and a gentle smile, his voice equally gentle. "Moreover, I can see that one of your primordial spirit avatars is in a distant space-time, radiating an endless eternal aura."