Chapter 770: Painting Path

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Cangyuan Realm, Jiangzhou City, Meng Mansion.

"A-Chuan has been completely immersed in his cultivation lately, setting everything else aside." Liu Qiyue sat on a bamboo chair, reading a book. She glanced up at the study, where Meng Chuan was currently painting.

Liu Qiyue knew very well that her husband possessed many primordial spirit avatars, and now none of them were willing to be distracted, indicating a crucial moment.

"Eight-Tribulation Realm..."

Liu Qiyue's heart was filled with complex emotions. Deep down, she even wished her husband would remain at the "Half-step Eight-Tribulation Realm" for a long time, only undergoing the tribulation when he was nearing the end of his lifespan.

However, the path of cultivation inherently demands courageous advancement. Without the heart for valiant progress, one's mind and will would have no hope of bearing the evolution of time and space. Meng Chuan also couldn't control the pace of his own cultivation. The evolution of time and space within his primordial spirit world signified that he had only a hundred years left.

"According to A-Chuan, he has only a hundred years left before his tribulation, and eighty of those years have already passed. The remaining time is dwindling." Liu Qiyue knew that for her husband to become an Eight-Tribulation Realm primordial spirit entity and undergo the tribulation was a grand event for the entire cultivation world of the River of Spacetime. It was also an opportunity for the fate of the entire Cangyuan Realm to transform. If Meng Chuan succeeded, the Cangyuan Realm would instantly ascend to become a higher-level life world.

Even a vast number of beings in the Cangyuan Realm would benefit. She herself, even upon reaching the end of her lifespan, could transcend reincarnation and become a deity of the Cangyuan Realm, sharing longevity with the heavens. For their home world and for their clan, it was a chance for transformation.

But... for Meng Chuan, however, it was a life-or-death tribulation!

"From a young age, you've always been this way: advancing fearlessly, disregarding your own life. You once hunted demon kings daily, slaying a million demon kings by yourself. You also ventured into the outer realms, breaking through your limits, and ultimately won the demon invasion war. Even after becoming a Tribulation Realm expert, you never stopped." Liu Qiyue had once advised her husband that with the war won, he could pause, relax, and appreciate the world's scenery. The beauty of the world wasn't solely found in cultivation.

Her husband would agree verbally, yet he still cultivated into an unimaginable Eight-Tribulation Realm lifeform. Their son, Meng An, mentioned that even Seven-Tribulation Realm mighty figures had visited him and his wife, which showed her husband's current standing in the River of Spacetime.

"It's done!" A joyful voice echoed from the study.

Hearing this, Liu Qiyue immediately put down her book and walked over, seeing Meng Chuan beaming as he gazed at a partially unfurled scroll.

"You succeeded?" Liu Qiyue asked, approaching and looking at the scroll.

Only a section of the long scroll was unfurled; it was the final part of the painting. The final section depicted a black dragon claw. The scales on the claw made Liu Qiyue's heart tremble; merely looking at it felt like witnessing the universe shattering and annihilating. Her face involuntarily paled.

Meng Chuan immediately closed the scroll, took his wife's hand, and used his primordial spirit energy to instantly soothe the trembling of her primordial spirit.

"The painting's aura is completely contained, not leaking a single bit. Mortals would be fine looking at it, but the higher one's realm... the more one comprehends from the scroll, and the greater the impact," Meng Chuan explained. "If you wish to see it, you can barely manage the first section now."

Liu Qiyue nodded slightly.

Meng Chuan sighed with emotion, "The Way of Painting can encompass the universe and spacetime. This time, with nineteen paintings, I have completely depicted all my accumulations and insights from these years."

"I must thank Ancestor Dragon. The Library Mountain proposed by Ancestor Dragon, along with the ninety-six eternal inheritances and the vast amount of ancient texts from various universes, greatly broadened Meng Chuan's horizons. He even felt that his understanding of the Way of Painting had surpassed the scope of the 'Six-Stroke Talisman Seal' secret technique, extending to a more powerful level."

In truth, the Six-Stroke Talisman Seal was merely a threshold for eternal beings to accept disciples, far from the limit of the Way of Painting. The Six-Stroke Talisman Seal was a threshold, representing a direction of cultivation. Only now, Meng Chuan felt that he had surpassed the boundaries of the 'Six-Stroke Talisman Seal' in this direction, exploring deeper levels.

"With your studies perfected, is your chance of overcoming the tribulation greater?" Liu Qiyue asked.

"I don't even know what I'll encounter during the tribulation," Meng Chuan said, looking at his wife and understanding her worry. He smiled, "But I guess my chances are greater."

He wasn't lying. The nineteen paintings he had created this time represented the pinnacle of his current knowledge. However, his true joy came from the advancement in the Way of Painting. The Way of Painting was his core philosophy for observing the world and cultivating.

For cultivators of the Sword Dao, everything can be transformed into sword techniques in their eyes! For cultivators of the Way of Painting, everything can be transformed into a 'painting.' In Meng Chuan's eyes, this was the most fundamental wisdom! No matter what situation he faced, he was confident he could comprehend it through the Way of Painting. If one day he could unravel everything, that would be 'freedom from doubt,' 'omniscience,' and perhaps, eternity itself.

Qianyuan Mountain, crimson space.

Meng Chuan once again arrived before the spatial prison holding the Chaos Lord 'Sage.' Looking at the motionless hundred-headed monster, frozen in suspended time within the prison, Meng Chuan mused, "This is my last attempt against you. If I still fail, I'll have to choose a different target."

Of the hundred years before his tribulation, he had already spent eighty, and his accumulated knowledge was now fully integrated. If he still couldn't kill Sage, he couldn't think of any other method. He would have to switch to a weaker Chaos Lord. The Dream Lord or the World Devouring Lord would also be good alternatives. He had to slay one before the tribulation; even a slight increase in his chances was something he had to strive for.

"Om."

The moment Meng Chuan stepped into the spatial prison, time within it began to flow normally again, and the hundred-headed monster opened its eyes.

"You're here again." From the hundred-headed monster's perspective, time was static whenever it was imprisoned, so it felt like Meng Chuan's challenges were continuous, almost without pause.

"This is the last time," Meng Chuan stated calmly, hovering in the air.

The hundred-headed monster became somewhat serious. "Oh?" The last time?

With a single thought from the hundred-headed monster, a vast illusory abyss appeared, with massive spherical layers protecting it. This was the strongest defensive technique it had comprehended. In reality, protected by the 'abyss,' it had rarely encountered fierce battles since becoming a Chaos Lord. It wasn't skilled in combat, having only comprehended layers of defensive means, totaling three hundred ninety-nine layers combined.

"I specially painted a picture for you, ranked seventeenth—Serpent Bind!" Meng Chuan announced. His primordial spirit world enveloped the entire spatial prison. With a thought, a winding giant serpent appeared, already coiling around the three hundred ninety-nine layers of the spherical abyss. The serpent's scales rippled and transmitted a terrifying power, which accumulated as the entire serpent coiled and twisted, making the spherical abyss tremble.

"Hm?" The hundred-headed monster was shocked.

"Boom!"

In less than a breath's time, the outermost layer of the abyss shattered. The outermost layer of the abyss was the toughest. While the subsequent layers of illusory abyss had various protective measures, their direct resistance was inferior to the outermost layer.

Boom, boom, boom...

Watching the layers shatter one by one, Meng Chuan revealed a faint smile. In their previous encounters, the Primordial Spirit Eight-Tribulation Realm's various strange techniques had been resisted and weakened by the many layers of the three hundred ninety-nine layered protective abyss. He knew that his opponent was 'Sage,' and its defensive methods must have taken a great deal of thought.

Therefore, the best method was to shatter skill with pure force! To crush it with absolute power. He had created his strongest technique for pure power strangulation to date—Serpent Bind! Indeed, just as he had expected, only the outermost layer took a bit of time; the subsequent layers collapsed one after another.

"Transform."

As the protective abyss collapsed, the hundred-headed monster's body suddenly became illusory.

"Hmph."

Meng Chuan let out a cold snort. His primordial spirit energy, like a sharp blade, struck the hundred-headed monster's mind! Although the hundred-headed monster was a Chaos Lord, its mental fortitude... was still inferior to that of an Eight-Tribulation Realm primordial spirit. Especially after all its defensive measures were broken, it completely bore the brunt of Meng Chuan's primordial spirit energy. The hundred-headed monster's illusory body painfully distorted and then became real again.

The moment it became real, the winding giant serpent coiled around it suddenly tightened. The hundred-headed monster it had bound was completely annihilated. The Serpent Bind technique not only bound the target but also a section of space-time. With every part of the bound space-time annihilated, the enemy naturally couldn't escape even a trace of energy.

The moment it was annihilated, Meng Chuan saw the restrained life core—it was a silver-grey book.

"A book?"

Meng Chuan took a step and stood before the book. He saw two characters on its surface. While he hadn't fully understood them before, he now grasped their meaning—'Miscellaneous Notes.'

"In the endless chaos, there are countless chaotic beings, and their life cores are all sorts of strange things, with unknown origins," Meng Chuan mused. He even wanted to read the book's contents, but the moment his primordial spirit energy touched it, the book disintegrated, completely dispersing into nothingness. Simultaneously, a mysterious power, guided by Meng Chuan's primordial spirit energy, thoroughly permeated every part of his primordial spirit.

Meng Chuan felt his primordial spirit tremble, an even stronger sensation than the first time he absorbed something at the Seven-Tribulation Realm. He endured it and immediately flew out of the spatial prison. After his departure, the spatial prison quietly vanished, and the number of top-tier Chaos Lord prisons became thirty.

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