Archean Eon Art-Chapter 717 - Arriving at Holy Mountain of Painting Again

“Celestial Thearch, you flatter me,” said Meng Chuan calmly.

Celestial Thearch Myriad Star looked at Meng Chuan and shook his head. “Eastcalm, don’t reject me so quickly. Time is very magical. A decision you make today might be very different after 10,000 years or 30,000 years.”

Meng Chuan was slightly stunned.

Yes, as time changed, cultivators also changed.

“In the future, feel free to ask if you need my help on your cultivation path.” Celestial Thearch Myriad Star remained friendly. “No Seventh Tribulation Eminence lives for another Eminence; they all have their own cultivation path. Even if you are indebted to Hall Lord White Avian, there will ultimately be a limit to the favors he has granted you. You can’t delay your cultivation for small favors.

“Just consider my words carefully,” said Celestial Thearch Myriad Star with a smile. “My cave abode welcomes you at any time.”

“Thank you, Celestial Thearch,” said Meng Chuan politely. Since the other party had taken the initiative to express goodwill, he had to cut him some slack.

Celestial Thearch Myriad Star nodded slightly as the embodiment left.

Meng Chuan stood there thoughtfully. He could sense Celestial Thearch Myriad Star’s intention to befriend him. His goodwill was very obvious.

Meng Chuan’s expression was solemn. I’m afraid he’s up to no good by giving such a valuable gift.

There was a mortal saying: One who is unaccountably solicitous is hiding evil intentions.

Celestial Thearch Myriad Star took the initiative to send a gift just to make friends? Celestial Thearch Myriad Star can see the future; he can see the future timelines of Seventh Tribulation Eminences. His sights definitely far exceed the gifts worth more than ten million cubes.

Hall Lord White Avian was the leader of his faction. Back then, he had said very clearly that he wouldn’t make things difficult for Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan had accepted the treasures under that premise. Back then, he was only at the Sixth Tribulation realm. The treasures Hall Lord White Avian gave him were treasures of the Essence Soul lineage. They were much more valuable than the ones Celestial Thearch Myriad Star gave him.

Celestial Thearch Myriad Star’s words were vague. Without a clear request, how could Meng Chuan dare to accept the gifts?

It was the hardest to repay favors.

Hall Lord White Avian is open and aboveboard. Celestial Thearch Myriad Star looks enthusiastic, but in reality, he wants to use karma to restrain me. Meng Chuan didn’t like Celestial Thearch Myriad Star because of this. Forget it; there’s no need to think too much. The stronger I am, the stronger the storm I can withstand. It’s time to cultivate on Holy Mountain of Painting.

…

Evodia Mystic Realm, Holy Mountain of Painting.

“Greetings, City Lord Eastcalm.” A thin, black-robed elder bowed respectfully. He was the Essence Soul Sixth Tribulation Eminence—Poison Eye—in charge of guarding Evodia Mystic Realm.

Master Poison Eye. Meng Chuan observed the other party.

“City Lord, you can just call me Poison Eye,” said the elder humbly. “The last time City Lord came to Evodia Mystic Realm, you were still at the Sixth Tribulation realm. In the blink of an eye, you are already a Seventh Tribulation Eminence. I’m impressed.”

Master Poison Eye had long grasped three Sixth Tribulation laws and was stuck at the final bottleneck. However, City Lord Eastcalm had only cultivated for a short period of time. Meng Chuan had first comprehended the spatial law and then grasped the Chaos Hole law. Him becoming a Seventh Tribulation Eminence made Master Poison Eye rather envious.

Poison Eye had suffered Black Fiend Hall’s crazy revenge. Even though his many Essence Soul avatars could be gathered and dispersed at will, the alien powers still seeped into every Essence Soul avatar. Unless his Essence Soul transformed to the Seventh Tribulation realm and his Essence Soul became powerful, nobody could save him other than Black Fiend Hall.

Meng Chuan’s strength had increased greatly. Wherever he was, his Origins domain naturally spread out. At first glance, he could sense the strange power entangling the black-robed elder’s Essence Soul.

“Your injuries?” Meng Chuan looked at him.

“A personal blow from Hall Master Nightmare,” said the elder. “He used a strange power contained in the legendary Nightmare Hall. Manor Lord Centaurea had helped me request Realm Ancestor’s help… but he wasn’t able to expel the strange power from Nightmare Hall.”

“Oh? Mind if I take a look?” asked Meng Chuan. He knew that Nightmare Hall was a legacy treasure; it was terrifying and extraordinary.

“Thank you, City Lord.” The elder was also somewhat expectant. Realm Ancestor was an Essence Soul Seventh Tribulation Eminence, and so was City Lord Eastcalm. Perhaps there was a way to save him? If the alien power was expelled, he would completely recover. It meant that he could still live for tens of thousands of years.

A wisp of Meng Chuan’s Power of Essence Soul seeped into the elder’s Essence Soul avatar.

Oh? Meng Chuan clearly discovered the problem the moment his powers seeped in.

There was a strange law that affected Master Poison Eye’s Essence Soul. This strange power was a nomological manifestation. It was very mysterious, and it had already infected the entirety of Master Poison Eye’s Essence Soul. It could even affect all his other true body avatars.

This is the Power of Nightmare? Meng Chuan knew much more than Master Poison Eye. The intelligence given by White Avian Hall had long recorded how terrifying the Power of Nightmare was. Thankfully, Hall Master Nightmare’s realm wasn’t high. Thus, he could only unleash a small portion of the legacy treasure’s strength.

If Hall Master Nightmare had reached the pinnacle of the Seventh Tribulation realm and used the legacy treasure, Master Poison Eye’s injuries would probably be much worse. He probably would’ve died long ago.

Black Fiend Hall’s two legacy treasures were no less useful to Seventh Tribulation Eminences than Eternal treasures.

Although only a sliver of the Power of Nightmare was used, it’s too profound. I’m afraid I can only attempt to crack it after grasping the spacetime law and reaching the half-step Eighth Tribulation realm. Meng Chuan could sense how strange and terrifying the Power of Nightmare was. From this, he understood how powerful an Eighth Tribulation Eminence was.

The elder couldn’t help but ask, “City Lord, do you have a solution?”

“I’m at my wits’ end.” Meng Chuan shook his head while in thought. “If there’s a way to crack it in the future, I’ll come to you.”

“City Lord…” The elder was somewhat grateful.

Meng Chuan appreciated Poison Eye—who abhorred evil and had a huge grudge with Black Fiend Hall. Unfortunately, he couldn’t help him now.

“You don’t have to entertain me. I’ll only cultivate in front of Holy Mountain of Painting in Evodia Mystic Realm,” said Meng Chuan as he took a step and arrived at the foot of the mountain.

With a wave of his hand, a cave abode that spanned several kilometers descended.

Meng Chuan’s Essence Soul avatar lived in seclusion in the cave abode. He looked up at the 45,000-kilometer-tall mountain wall and the stunning paintings.

All 33 paintings were extraordinary.

Time for me to begin painting.

As he sat in the study, there was a blank canvas in front of Meng Chuan.

This blank canvas was personally refined by Meng Chuan. He used 800 cubes’ worth of materials to refine it. The canvas was half a million kilometers long and wide. Its uniqueness was that it was large and made of extraordinary materials. It could hold some powerful paintings.

Meng Chuan first began painting the Chaos Hole lineage. Using the Chaos Hole law, he could understand the essence of these paintings better.

…

Time passed. In the blink of an eye, 30 years passed.

Over the past 30 years, the River of Spacetime had been in turmoil. Many top factions had conflicts. Half-step Seventh Tribulation Eminences had fought several times.

White Avian Hall had also participated in many battles, but they didn’t let Meng Chuan take action! This was because many battles were disputes between Sixth Tribulation Eminences. It was very rare for a half-step Seventh Tribulation Eminence to take action.

Seventh Tribulation Eminences had to study and cultivate. Unless it was truly important, Seventh Tribulation Eminences wouldn’t appear to participate in the battles. But once they appeared, they would attract the attention of the top factions in the River of Spacetime.

Meng Chuan spent the past 30 years painting.

When he was at the Sixth Tribulation realm, his horizons were still shallow. After reaching the Seventh Tribulation realm and grasping the spatial law and Chaos Hole law, he could understand these paintings at a deeper level. His insights were naturally different.

Thirty years. 32 paintings. Meng Chuan felt that he had gained too much in the past 30 years.

He painted each of the 32 paintings very seriously. For those he experienced great gains, he even drew them a second or third time…

During those 30 years, Meng Chuan gained a deeper understanding of time, space, and the ten Origins laws. How did the ten Origins laws work together? How did time and space produce so many laws? At the very least, he had a vague understanding of them.

There’s also the 33rd painting. Meng Chuan looked up. His gaze passed through the study’s window, past the cave abode’s walls, and looked at the 45,000-kilometer-tall mountain wall. He looked at the only painting among the 33 paintings—a simple painting.

The other 32 paintings were extremely complicated. They contained at least one Origins law.

Only the painting in the middle consisted of six strokes!

Each of the six extremely casual strokes was different. Each stroke seemed to tear through the Chaos and open up a universe. The six strokes interweaved with each other, producing countless mysteries.

Meng Chuan instinctively felt that this painting was much more brilliant and difficult to comprehend. Therefore, he left it for the last.

I’ll give it a try—this six-stroke painting. Meng Chuan looked up at the towering mountain wall and carefully examined each stroke of the six-stroke painting.