King True Martial knew very well how important one’s state of mind was. Some people were innately talented. They were euphoric when they attained success, but they often compared themselves to their peers once they fell behind. When one was young, being competitive was a good thing. However, it wasn’t a good thing for true peerless experts to compare themselves with others. A calm heart was more advantageous for cultivation. A calm heart was like a mountain. No matter whether one was in a positive or negative state, they could advance at the fastest speed possible, surpassing their former selves.
This Meng Chuan’s talent is the worst among the three. King Calm Sea took a glance and ignored him. He even neglected the achievements of his son, Xue Feng, so he naturally didn’t care about Meng Chuan.
In his heart, there was only cultivation. He had cultivated for many years and only believed in one thing-relying on oneself was better than relying on others! He abandoned everything that could affect him and focused all his attention on cultivation. If it weren’t for his resolute attitude, he wouldn’t have touched upon the Grotto-Heaven realm after just a hundred years of cultivation. At the same age, King True Martial was inferior to King Calm Sea.
After nine months in the World Gap, Meng Chuan still diligently practiced his saber art.
The distant purple lightning was like a tree. The scene of countless lightning bolts snaking through the darkness was shockingly beautiful. Even after watching it over and over again, Meng Chuan remained stunned by its beauty.
Immersed in that beauty, he constantly practiced his saber art.
Whoosh.
With a slash of his saber, spatial ripples parted and formed a dazzling bolt of lightning
Oh? This strike attracted the attention of Yan Chitong, Xue Feng, King True Martial, and King Calm Sea. At their level, they were very sensitive to their surroundings. Meng Chuan had been practicing his saber art for a long time. When his saber art underwent a qualitative transformation, he naturally couldn’t hide it from the four of them.
“Congratulations, Senior Brother Meng.” Yan Chitong walked over with a smile. Xue Feng also walked over.
Besides cultivating, they would often spar.
The outcome of the spars…
They were always thrashed by Meng Chuan!
Meng Chuan’s saber art was too fast and too ferocious! Meng Chuan didn’t use his Essence Soul mystic techniques, divine powers, and baneful aura domain. However—with just his Undying Body’s strength and unparalleled speed-Meng Chuan had forced Yan Chitong and Xue Feng to acknowledge that they had lost fair and square. Every time, Meng Chuan’s saber would easily wind up beside Yan Chitong and Xue Feng’s necks.
Meng Chuan was much stronger than Yan Chitong and Xue Feng. After all, he had the strength of a top Regis Godfiend. Even Xue Feng only had the strength of a weak Regis Godfiend.
“Senior Brother Meng’s saber is getting faster and faster. It’s becoming harder to defend against his attacks.” Xue Feng shook his head.
“Senior Brother Xue, when you become a Regis Godfiend and have the Seamless domain, your Quintessential Essence will transform. Perhaps you can block it then,” joked Yan Chitong. Xue Feng smiled and said nothing more.
Marquis Purple Rain was an old Marquis Godfiend who had long reached the Dharma Domain realm. He had deep foundations and had strength comparable to ordinary Regis Godfiends, but he still died to a fifth Firmament demon monarch. Meng Chuan had killed that fifth Firmament demon monarch in question.
Xue Feng knew the difference in strength between them. I was able to master Fifteen Golden Wind Swords because I had a fortuitous encounter. Curious,Xue Feng looked at Meng Chuan. Meng Chuan’s technique realm clearly isn’t high, yet he has the strength of a top Regis Godfiend. He probably also had some special fortuitous encounters.
He could only guess because he didn’t know about Archean Eon Grotto-Heaven’s existence.
In the past eight hundred years, Archean Mountain had only let five disciples enter Archean Eon Grotto-Heaven-King True Martial, King Calm Sea, and Meng Chuan had all entered. King True Martial walked over as well. He knew very well that Meng Chuan was the most important to the sect and the human race! Before entering the World Gap, the three Supremacies had secretly told King True Martial: “If any accidents happen in the World Gap, protect Meng Chuan at all costs.”
“At all costs?” King True Martial was shocked.
“We gave Meng Chuan a life-saving item, but it’s useless in the World Gap. Therefore, you have to look after him. When he becomes a Regis Godfiend, he can hunt down demon monarchs at a speed that surpasses all the Godfiends in the world.” “Oh? Even if I lose my life, I will ensure Junior Brother Meng’s safety.” Since King True Martial had promised to do so, he had always kept Meng Chuan close after entering the World Gap and meeting the demons.
King True Martial walked over to Meng Chuan, Yan Chitong, and Xue Feng. He smiled and said, “Congratulations, Junior Brother Meng. Do you have any ideas on how you will achieve a breakthrough to the Dharma Domain realm?”
“It will be difficult.” Meng Chuan shook his head. “After witnessing the birth of a world, I now have direction. However, I’m even more puzzled. I’m still perplexed on how to walk this path.”
“Take your time. It’s very difficult to go from the peak of the Realm of Dao to the Dharma Domain realm to begin with.” King True Martial consoled him. Then, he looked at Yan Chitong and Xue Feng. “Don’t slack off either. Xue Feng, your Essence Soul cultivation speed is too slow. As for Junior Brother Yan… your Dharma Domain and Essence Soul are both lacking.”
Yan Chitong lowered his head obediently. “Yes, I’ll keep it in mind, Senior Brother.”
As they chatted, King Calm Sea glanced at them before continuing his cultivation. He ignored them once again.
Days passed.
It was already their tenth month in the World Gap. Meng Chuan watched the forming world in confusion. How do I reach the Dharma Domain realm? I don’t understand at all. How do I combine Yin and Yang? Forget it. Even with the World Gap’s opportunities, I still spent more than ten years to reach the peak of Saber Dao. It might take me another 50 years to reach the Dharma Domain realm. Meng Chuan deduced the time he would take to reach the Dharma Domain realm by comparing the cultivation speed of other Godfiends in history. This was a rational judgment. I’ve been cultivating for so long. I’ll indulge myself for the last two to three months. Meng Chuan’s eyes lit up. He couldn’t take it anymore.
He waved his hand.Whoosh.
A boulder appeared beside him. It was taken out from his Grotto-Heaven Magic Bead.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! His Darkstar domain sliced through the boulder, producing a table and a stone stool.
Meng Chuan sat on the stone stool and looked at the smooth table. He nodded in satisfaction. With a wave of his hand, a paintbrush and scroll appeared on the table. Before he had entered the World Gap, he painted almost every day. No matter how long his daily underground reconnaissance took, he had to paint-even if he needed to sacrifice his sleeping time. Painting was what he enjoyed the most. He hadn’t painted since he entered the World Gap, so he could no longer resist the urge.
Most importantly…
The birth of a world is beautiful. It would be a pity if I didn’t paint this memorable scene. Meng Chuan took a deep breath and began to mix the paint. However, his eyes were filled with excitement as he watched as the world formed.
What is Senior Brother Meng doing? Yan Chitong watched in a daze. Meng Chuan had produced a table and stool out of thin air, as well as brush and paper. He was even mixing paint.
What is he doing? King True Martial and Xue Feng were also stunned. King Calm Sea stole a glance and frowned, also revealing a look of confusion.
Chapter 311 - Drawing “Lightning”
Although everyone was astonished, looking at Meng Chuan’s stance, drawing table, stool, paper, brush, and palette, it was obvious he was planning on painting.
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nbsp; Cultivation time in the World Gap is precious. Why isn’t Senior Brother Meng seizing the opportunity to cultivate? Why is he painting in the World Gap? Yan Chitong was puzzled.
To let his hair loose so easily, it’s no wonder his skill level is the lowest of the three Marquis Godfiends. King Calm Sea looked down on people who didn’t cherish time the most. He cherished time very much. Apart from diverting his attention to guard the city pass, he spent most of his time cultivating. When he saw Meng Chuan wasting so much time in the World Gap, he naturally felt disdain.
King True Martial was also somewhat astonished. King Calm Sea and I were only ordered to protect the three of them for a year. A year later, King Calm Sea and I will spend more time searching for treasures. In this one year… he’s actually spending time painting? I don’t understand this Junior Brother Meng of mine.
Meng Chuan was good at painting. He could seek answers from his inner self when he was painting. Few people in Archean Mountain knew about this. Though Archean Mountain Lord—who had fought Meng Chuan head-on
-knew that Meng Chuan had a fourth-level Essence Soul, he didn’t know that Meng Chuan had relied on his painting skills to seek answers from his inner self.
They didn’t agree with Meng Chuan’s actions. From the Godfiends’ point of view, the cultivation opportunity of viewing the birth of a world was extremely precious. To paint instead of cultivating? He was too indulgent.
However, nobody lectured Meng Chuan when they saw him painting. After all, they were fellow disciples. Meng Chuan also had the strength of a top Regis Godfiend. He wasn’t a child, so there was no need for them to lecture him.
As Meng Chuan sat on the stool, the World Gap trembled. Meng Chuan had mixed his paint and was about to move his brush when he looked up at the purple lightning hesitantly.
The purple lightning was domineering and dazzling. Electric snakes spread out like branches of a massive tree as they tore through the darkness, bringing with it the beginning of a world.
How should I paint this? Meng Chuan held the brush in his hand and hesitated. The lightning in the River of Time and Space is too vast. It’s thousands of times more shocking than the ordinary lightning in the human world. It’s impossible to paint it out completely with just a brush.
Meng Chuan’s talent in painting was much higher than his talent with saber arts. He had long surpassed the level where one’s paintings had superficialities. When he was young, Meng Chuan had already condensed his Essence Soul by painting People Resonance. With his painting skills, he would naturally direct his efforts on purple lightning’s essence if he wanted to paint it.
The essence of lightning…
I’m a Marquis Godfiend. The River of Spacetime is nothing but darkness in my eyes. The purple lightning I see might only be a part of its true form. Meng Chuan knew his limitations well. Even then, the portion I can see is already extremely vast. I have no choice but to split it up if I want to paint it. Meng Chuan naturally had his solutions to the problem, being the master artist he was. I’ll divide the purple lightning’s essence into several paintings. Each painting will focus on one aspect of the purple lightning.
The first painting shall focus on the lightning’s destructive powers. Meng Chuan raised his head and carefully observed the purple lightning that lit up the endless darkness.
He viewed the lightning very differently from when he previously practiced his saber art. This time, he observed the lightning purely from an artistic angle. He mainly observed the lightning’s destructive powers.
The lightning’s destructive powers have to be drawn from different angles… Meng Chuan shook his head gently. The more he looked at the purple lightning, the more beautiful it appeared. However, it was truly difficult to paint it. Meng Chuan struggled with it.
Meng Chuan finally began painting. The first painting contained purple lightning snakes. Meng Chuan was very careful as he drew them. The purple lightning snakes were connected to each other, merging together as their power constantly accumulated.
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Meng Chuan was completely immersed in the first painting. He drew 3,000 detailed lightning snakes. The purple lightning snakes formed a huge lightning tree. It took him a day and a half to finish this painting.
The first painting is completed. Meng Chuan wrote the name of the painting on the upper-right corner of the scroll—Endless Form of Destruction.
Despite being awake for a day and a half, Meng Chuan still felt spirited. His Essence Soul emitted a spiritual glow. Painting the lightning snakes had clearly caused his Essence Soul to transform slightly. Meng Chuan didn’t mind it. It was very difficult to attain a fifth-level Essence Soul.
My Endless Form of Destruction has exhausted all my painting skills. Meng Chuan looked up. The purple lightning snakes gathered endlessly, forming a terrifying might that left one alarmed. Meng Chuan had reached his painting skills’ limit.
Meng Chuan put away the first scroll and placed a new scroll on the table. He then began the second painting.
A bolt of lightning began to appear on the scroll. Lightning struck! It pierced through the layers of darkness! This painting was a scene of a bolt of lightning piercing through the endless darkness. However, Meng Chuan’s brush strokes were very thin. The lightning bolt was like a spear that pierced through the layers of darkness. Every time it pierced through a layer, the lightning bolt would dissipate. The lightning’s powers would then gather before smiting the next layer of darkness.
The second painting took Meng Chuan nearly a day to finish. Meng Chuan wrote the name on the upper-left corner-Perfect Harmonization Form of Destruction.
Meng Chuan painted without rest. In fact, King True Martial, Sea King Calm Sea, Xue Feng, and Yan Chitong didn’t sleep or rest either. At their level, eating, drinking, and sleeping wasn’t important. They could sate their thirst by absorbing water from the world.
Days passed.
Meng Chuan completed one painting after another. Each painting was completely different. The emotions in each painting were different. They either made one feel hope, despair, or a sense of fear…
Nirvana Form of Life… Selfless Form of the Void… The Nine Heavenly Forms of the Void… Wave Splitting Forms of Lightning…
Each painting depicted the purple lightning in different ways.
Yes, it should be elegant and unrestrained.
Half a month later, Meng Chuan continued to paint happily. Lightning bolts slithered around the scroll like dragons and snakes. When the last stroke was finished, Meng Chuan felt delighted. This was the last of his 15 paintings. It was also the most complicated painting; it took him six days to complete.
Beautiful. Meng Chuan praised his own painting and wrote the name on the upper-right corner of the scroll-Roving Dragon Form of Lightning!
Fifteen paintings in 23 days. Meng Chuan looked at the last painting in front of him. Thousands of lightning snakes could be seen on it. Each lightning bolt had their own trajectory. They were unrestrained and free, but they also seemed to be one. The Roving Dragon looked beautiful. Compared to the real purple lightning, this painting resembled the swimming and slithering of thousands of dragons and snakes.
However, this was just one aspect of the purple lightning
Human strength is limited at times.
Meng Chuan looked up at the scene of a forming world. I can only draw a maximum of 15 paintings from watching the purple lightning. I’ve painted everything I know about it.
Fifteen paintings—Fifteen Lightning Forms.
Whoosh.
Meng Chuan stayed seated on the stool and waved his hand. Fifteen paintings appeared in midair, floating around him.
Following that, he flipped his hand and took out a flask of alcohol. Meng Chuan drank and looked at the 15 paintings in delight. The more he looked at them, the more satisfied he was.
Chapter 312 - What Is Talent?
I’ve been painting for the past 23 days. My Essence Soul was emitting ligh
t constantly. Meng Chuan sensed his Essence Soul and smiled. Those 15 paintings must’ve had a huge impact on me if it could cause changes in my Essence Soul. Although my Essence Soul has accumulated more power, I still haven’t broken through…
One of the requirements to attempt a breakthrough to the Creation realm was a fifth-level Essence Soul. It was extremely difficult to attain. Even most Creation Supremacies only had fifth-level Essence Soul. Among Archean Mountain’s three Supremacies, only Li Guan had a sixth-level Essence Soul.
I’ve been indulging for more than half a month. It’s time to continue cultivating my saber art. After drinking, Meng Chuan waved his hand and put away the drawing table, stool, paintings, brush, and other items.
Meng Chuan instantly wanted to unsheathe his saber and execute the Saber Drawing Stance.
Huh? Meng Chuan stopped while holding the saber handle. He didn’t pull it out of its sheath. He looked at the dark purple lightning in the distance and frowned. My saber art has gone astray?
After completing the Fifteen Lightning Forms, Meng Chuan had gained his own understanding of lightning. In fact, paintings were a depiction of one’s understanding. He tried his best to depict the essence of lightning in the Fifteen Lightning Forms. Meng Chuan was a painting sage. His body contained boundless amounts of lightning, so he could naturally discern a lot when observing the purple lightning. He painted his current understanding of the essence of lightning from 15 different angles. All these paintings combined were the understanding of lightning he had in his heart.
As for the Heart Intent Saber Art, it was also a lightning saber art. It had been comprehended and improved by Guo Ke over centuries, but it only focused on one aspect of lightning
Although Ancestral Master Guo Ke is impressive, only one move of the Heart Intent Saber Art reached the Imperial Lord level. Everybody has their own understanding of lightning. Ancestral Master Guo Ke had his own understanding of lightning. I’m a painter, and I also have my own understanding of lightning. Different people have different takes on the same matter. If I insist on following Ancestral Master Guo Ke, I’ll be led astray and become more unaccustomed to it.
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