Chapter 758: Wanxing Heavenly Emperor's Fate (End of This Episode)

"It's rare to be noticed by an Eternal Being before reaching the Eight Tribulation Realm," the Mountain Lord said with a smile, seated cross-legged. "However, in the vast expanse of space-time, to become a disciple of an Eternal Being, one must at least reach the Eight Tribulation Realm. So, your most urgent task now is to pass the 'Eighth Heavenly Tribulation' and become a Primal Spirit Eight Tribulation Realm expert."

"You are right, Senior Mountain Lord," Meng Chuan nodded.

"The physical body is tangible, and its tribulations are specifically for the physical body. Primal Spirit tribulations are far more troublesome, which is why Primal Spirit Eight Tribulation Realm experts are much rarer in the boundless space-time. Perhaps this is why the rules of space-time stipulate that physical body tribulation realm experts can only have one avatar, while Primal Spirit tribulation realm experts can have nine." The Mountain Lord sighed, looking at Meng Chuan with a smile. "I greatly anticipate that our universe will produce a Primal Spirit Eight Tribulation Realm expert."

"I also wish to successfully pass the tribulation, but my spiritual will is clearly far from sufficient; I don't even qualify," Meng Chuan stated.

"You still have plenty of time."

The Mountain Lord leisurely remarked, "Even if you eventually become a disciple of an Eternal Being, you must not grow complacent. Many disciples of Eternal Beings are merely ordinary Eight Tribulation Realm experts. For instance, 'Dao Lord Shanwu' from our universe doesn't strive for progress and is instead devoted to painting. Conversely, many who aren't disciples of Eternal Beings still possess incredibly profound cultivation."

"Of course, personal disciples of Eternal Beings are different. Their treasures far surpass those of us without powerful backing, and their strength is even greater than that of Dragon Ancestor."

Meng Chuan, of course, knew this. Dao Lord Shanwu had mentioned that personal disciples were also peak Eight Tribulation Realm experts, capable of receiving a tailor-made set of 'Eternal Secret Treasures,' making their strength naturally terrifying.

"For now, I shouldn't think too much; I should focus on becoming a Primal Spirit Eight Tribulation Realm expert first," Meng Chuan said.

"The spiritual will required for the Primal Spirit Eight Tribulation Realm is indeed extremely high," the Mountain Lord nodded. "By the way, why did you awaken me this time?"

"I reached the peak of Demonic Mountain and heard the Eternal Teaching," Meng Chuan explained. "After years of comprehension, I've devised a secret technique, which I've specially come to offer to Senior Mountain Lord."

"Oh?"

The Mountain Lord smiled, "Let me have a look."

Meng Chuan presented it with both hands, and the wondrous ice jade in his grasp flew towards the Mountain Lord. The jade contained densely packed characters and emitted a purple glow.

"A purple-grade spiritual secret technique," the Mountain Lord smiled and nodded.

He cultivated through multiple paths, one of which was 'sustaining oneself with the wisdom of all beings.' The Eternal Teaching left on the mountain peak could be heard by several individuals in every era, and most would gain some insights, though the vast majority were 'colorless grade.' Occasionally, those with high spiritual will comprehension could create 'purple grade' techniques. Historically, he had even received two 'golden grade' secret techniques in his home universe.

Secret techniques created by other cultivators could only be used as reference; they couldn't perfectly align with one's own spiritual core. Nevertheless, extensive referencing was ultimately beneficial. The Mountain Lord's talent in spiritual will wasn't originally high; he had only comprehended purple-grade secret techniques over a long period. However, by referencing too many secret techniques, including those two golden-grade ones, and drawing upon numerous crystallized insights, he eventually created his own suitable golden-grade secret technique.

It was important to note that the Mountain Lord would have been reluctant to directly purchase a 'golden-grade secret technique' for reference. While his method was time-consuming, its cost was low. To this day, he was still slowly accumulating them, his goal being to gather enough secret techniques to completely transform his own technique, reaching the legendary 'seven-colored' grade, which would then qualify him to become a disciple of that Eternal Being.

"To have created a purple-grade secret technique after merely ten thousand years of cultivation is commendable." The Mountain Lord had seen too many secret techniques; a single thought was enough for him to learn this one, and the wondrous ice jade instantly turned to dust.

Although he had only initially learned it, the Mountain Lord felt he had gained some insight.

"What do you desire?" The Mountain Lord flipped his hand, and a thick book hovered in his palm. "You may choose anything from this book, provided it doesn't exceed one billion cubes."

For a purple-grade secret technique, the reward was no more than one billion cubes. For a golden-grade secret technique, the reward was no more than one hundred billion cubes. The Mountain Lord held great respect for crystallized wisdom, and the most crucial aspect of his 'sustaining oneself with the wisdom of all beings' cultivation method was fairness; otherwise, it would undermine the very foundation of his practice.

"Senior Mountain Lord," Meng Chuan said, bowing without taking the book. "I wish to exchange this bestowal for a request."

"A request? Tell me," the Mountain Lord said.

Requests also varied in significance. If the request was too grand, far exceeding one billion cubes in value, the Mountain Lord naturally wouldn't entertain it.

"I hope senior can take action to slay Emperor Wanxing," Meng Chuan respectfully stated his request. "He is the current Half-step Eight Tribulation Realm expert of our era."

"Emperor Wanxing?" the Mountain Lord murmured softly.

At this moment, the Mountain Lord's perception transcended space-time, bypassing the barrier of the formation Meng Chuan controlled, and landed upon Emperor Wanxing, who was cultivating in seclusion within his home world. Instantly, Emperor Wanxing's entire life's experiences became clear to the Mountain Lord.

"While I prefer bestowing treasures and dislike bullying the weak," the Mountain Lord said, smiling at Meng Chuan, "I am willing to grant you this favor and fulfill your request to kill Emperor Wanxing."

Meng Chuan was overjoyed. "Thank you, Senior Mountain Lord."

"Let's go, to the outside of his home world," the Mountain Lord said, and as his voice fell, Meng Chuan felt space-time shift. He and the Mountain Lord were already outside Emperor Wanxing's home world. They stood side by side in the void.

"Should I halt the formation?" Meng Chuan asked.

The Mountain Lord stood nearby, smiling, "No need." He extended a hand! The vast palm, appearing almost illusory, easily passed through the formation. The active isolation array didn't detect the hand at all. Even the 'world membrane' of Emperor Wanxing's home world remained completely intact as the immense hand extended inside, its size nearly comparable to the world itself.

"The path of cultivation is arduous." Emperor Wanxing sat high on his throne, indifferently overlooking the beings of his world. His other true body was in secluded cultivation. Ever since Meng Chuan took over presiding over the formation, Emperor Wanxing knew that his contemporary adversaries, besides White Bird Pavilion Master, now included Meng Chuan. He had been focused solely on cultivation, hoping to create his own physical body technique to directly break out.

However... The more he cultivated, the more he found progress difficult, with no gains for a long time, which truly tormented his spirit. His previous choice to rely on a large number of treasures to forge his path to the Eight Tribulation Realm was out of necessity. Without external aid, he felt that relying solely on his own arduous cultivation offered too little hope. Now, he was suppressed and forced onto the path of 'arduous cultivation.'

"Hm?" Emperor Wanxing was astonished to see a vast hand scoop up the entire continent, along with every hidden grotto-heaven. "Another Eight Tribulation Realm expert?" Emperor Wanxing's scalp tingled, and he was filled with terror, attempting to resist. But this time, with a single scoop of the massive hand! Aside from Emperor Wanxing, none of the beings on the continent saw anything or were affected in any way; they continued living their normal lives. Yet, Emperor Wanxing's two true bodies were simultaneously scooped out.

Meng Chuan watched in shock, only seeing the immense hand reach into the world of life and simply scoop. The Mountain Lord then withdrew his hand; the formation and the world of life showed no effects, as if no infiltration had occurred.

"Look," the Mountain Lord said, opening his palm. Two figures, Emperor Wanxing's two true bodies, lay within. "Is this Emperor Wanxing?"

The two tiny 'Emperor Wanxings' in his palm looked up, seeing two immensely massive faces: one belonging to the Mountain Lord, the other to Meng Chuan.

"Meng Chuan..." Emperor Wanxing quickly opened his mouth to speak.

"It is him," Meng Chuan confirmed, nodding. They were indeed Emperor Wanxing's two true bodies.

"As you wished." The Mountain Lord's open palm trembled with a spatial-temporal shock, and the two tiny Emperor Wanxings instantly disintegrated, completely annihilated, vanishing from this world.

Emperor Wanxing, the contemporary Half-step Eight Tribulation Realm expert, had died just like that. Meng Chuan watched this scene. Although it was his request, when it actually happened, he still felt a sense of unreality. Emperor Wanxing, who had plagued this era, was simply gone?

"I look forward to our next meeting," the Mountain Lord said with a slight nod, then vanished, leaving only Meng Chuan standing in the void.

Whoosh, whoosh. Two figures arrived consecutively in this void: the slender White Bird Pavilion Master and the aged Ancestral Master. As soon as they arrived, they saw Meng Chuan staring blankly into space.

"I just sensed Emperor Wanxing's two true bodies, and then quickly lost the sensation again," the White Bird Pavilion Master asked. "Meng Chuan, he was suppressed by the grand formation, isolated from space-time; I shouldn't have been able to sense him. What exactly happened?"

"I also sensed him just now," Ancestral Master asked.

Suppressing Emperor Wanxing allowed for no errors.

Meng Chuan looked at them both. "Emperor Wanxing is dead."

"Dead?" White Bird Pavilion Master and Ancestral Master couldn't believe it. Who could kill a Half-step Eight Tribulation Realm expert hiding within a world of life?

"I asked the Mountain Lord to act, and just now, he annihilated Emperor Wanxing," Meng Chuan stated directly.

"The Mountain Lord?" White Bird Pavilion Master and Ancestral Master were momentarily speechless.

Meng Chuan deactivated the grand formation, allowing Emperor Wanxing's home world to become visible. White Bird Pavilion Master and Ancestral Master also looked towards that vast world of life. This world of life was no longer isolated, but Emperor Wanxing had completely vanished. In the past, his exact location couldn't be pinpointed, but his continued existence was certain. Now, in this vast river of space-time, Emperor Wanxing no longer existed.

"He died just like that." White Bird Pavilion Master, Ancestral Master, and Meng Chuan all had many thoughts.

The Chaos Turbid River.

The Mountain Lord appeared here. With a single sweep of his hand, the five 'Seven Tribulation Realm Forbidden Creatures' and numerous 'Six Tribulation Realm Forbidden Creatures' hiding in the space-time turbid river were all scooped into his palm. Within the space-time of his palm, the forbidden creatures all perished, leaving only their life cores behind. He had created and constructed this Chaos Turbid River to attract chaotic creatures from the outside, and he would 'harvest' them every time he awoke after a period of slumber.

"These chaotic creatures are my prey. Killing them is one thing, but you even devoured their life cores, Wanxing. You truly deserve to die," the Mountain Lord's eyes were cold.

There were many Eight Tribulation Realm mighty figures who had comprehended methods of devouring life cores. However, the Eight Tribulation Realm experts of this universe all knew that the Chaos Turbid River was built by the Mountain Lord, and these creatures were his prey. There was no need to offend the Mountain Lord over them. Moreover, 'devouring life cores' was of very limited use to most Eight Tribulation Realm experts; only the Mountain Lord, having comprehended a special cultivation method, would value them. In fact, occasionally in some eras, a Half-step Eight Tribulation Realm expert would comprehend a devouring method and consume a few, which was fine if the Mountain Lord didn't notice during his slumber. But now that he was awake, and Meng Chuan had made a request, Emperor Wanxing's fate was sealed.