Archean Eon Art c1-766

by I Eat Tomatoes, Wo Chi Xi Hong Shi, 我吃西红柿

  Time slowly passed.

  Meng Chuan constantly stared at the six-stroke painting. His true body and many avatars were also studying the six-stroke painting.

  He looked at the first stroke and then the second…

  Each of the six strokes was different! It was like observing an object. From the front, back, left, right, top, and bottom, one could see different things.

  Meng Chuan studied this six-stroke painting’s Chaos Hole law from different levels. Even as a master of the Chaos Hole law, Meng Chuan had never understood the Chaos Hole law on so many different levels.

  What a wonderful six-stroke painting. Meng Chuan looked at it for ten years before he picked up the brush.

  Meng Chuan shook his head after he slowly drew the first stroke. The difference was too great.

  Although he had clearly understood it, he realized that his understanding of the painting was still shallow when he actually tried to replicate it.

  …

  After ten years of observation and 23 years of painting, Meng Chuan had finally completed the first six-stroke painting he was satisfied with.

  This painting was dark and terrifying.

  Six strokes crossed… It was like a real Chaos Hole in front of him.

  Meng Chuan looked at the painting in front of him and nodded slightly. It’s done. I’ve finally drawn the entire Chaos Hole law with just six strokes.

  All of the Chaos Hole law’s profundities were contained in these six strokes.

  Thankfully, I’ve been viewing the world with the eyes of a painter since I began cultivating. I’m used to such cultivation, which is why I can draw one Origins law with just six strokes. Before coming to Holy Mountain of Painting, Meng Chuan didn’t believe that he could do it. Every one of the 32 paintings left behind by Daolord Evodia was extremely complicated.

  This was because an Origins law was vast to begin with. The more strokes one used, the more confidence one had in fusing the complete law.

  Six strokes? It was only after Meng Chuan saw the six-stroke painting—which gave him the impetus—coupled with his talent in painting, that he finally drew the Chaos Hole law using six strokes.

  This is only a six-stroke painting of the Chaos Hole law. Meng Chuan’s gaze passed the cave abode wall and looked at the six strokes on the towering 45,000-kilometer-tall mountain wall. As for the original piece of art, it can infuse any law.

  I’ll test the spatial law. Meng Chuan observed again.

  With his prior experience, it was much faster this time. After observing for three months and painting for a year, he successfully drew a six-stroke painting of the spatial law.

  It’s done.

  In the past year of drawing, he had failed many times. This time, Meng Chuan finally succeeded. He looked at the six-stroke painting of the spatial law in front of him as though he could see the complete spatial law.

  Two six-stroke paintings. One is of the spatial law, and the other is of the Chaos Hole law. Meng Chuan placed both paintings in front of him. The two paintings had different styles. One was dark and terrifying, while the other was vast and calm. However, both had six strokes.

  Six strokes is all it takes?

  Meng Chuan compared the two paintings. I can also try to paint the Heaven Splitting law in the same way. However, I’ve only comprehended parts of the Heaven Splitting law. I’ll try to paint the Heaven Splitting Blade first!

  Meng Chuan raised his head and continued looking at the six-stroke painting on the towering mountain wall. He tried to understand the Heaven Splitting Blade from the perspective of the six-stroke painting.

  This time, time passed even faster.

  Practice made perfection. It became easier for Meng Chuan to understand the laws from the perspective of the six-stroke painting. This time, he gained some insights after just one day of observation. He then began to paint the Heaven Splitting Blade.

  As Meng Chuan drew, his understanding of the six-stroke painting became clearer. He understood that the six strokes were a way to deconstruct everything. After deconstructing the Chaos Hole law, the spatial law, and the Heaven Splitting Blade, Meng Chuan became more familiar with the six-stroke painting.

  This time, he only spent an hour painting the Heaven Splitting Blade—

  Boom!

  A six-stroke painting appeared in Meng Chuan’s Essence Soul World. They intertwined with each other and formed a mysterious runic seal. It contained endless might. The runic seal became a part of Meng Chuan’s Essence Soul World and fused with the painting Essence Soul.

  This— Meng Chuan stopped painting. There were six-stroke runic seals in the depths of his eyes.

  Meng Chuan looked up.

  Whoosh!

  The entire Holy Mountain of Painting, the entire Evodia Mystic Realm, and even the vast void beyond the mystic realm became a vast painting in Meng Chuan’s eyes. This massive painting had six layers stacked on top of each other. Each layer was different.

  In this painting, there were countless living beings, Sixth Tribulation Poison Eye, Supreme Yang Star, Supreme Yin Star, countless barren planets, inhabited worlds, and naturally, the Holy Mountain of Painting. Everything existed in the painting. It was a part of the painting.

  The creatures in the painting had different appearances in the six layers. Some were sinister and evil, some were peaceful and calm, and others were just skeletons…

  The Supreme Yang Star, Supreme Yin Star, inhabited worlds, and other celestial bodies in the painting were different on different levels. Some were flames, some were light, and some were a drop of ink…

  …

  A black-haired, long-bearded elder was sleeping soundly on a boulder. Beside the boulder was a small lit stove and a flask of alcohol. The flask leaned against the boulder, and a drop of alcohol dripped down.

  The area within ten feet was very calm and ordinary. The flask of alcohol was still warm. However, the area ten feet away from the boulder rapidly changed.

  The vast land quickly turned into an ocean. The ocean dried up, revealing mountains. The mountains were reduced to soil, and countless people lived here to reproduce and form civilizations… This place then transformed into a vast uninhabited swamp…

  The surroundings constantly changed.

  The timeline was advancing at a terrifying speed. Ten thousand years, twenty thousand years, thirty thousand years…

  However, time seemed to have come to a standstill within a ten-foot radius around the boulder where the elder lay. He slept soundly for a moment, but the alcohol flask remained warm. Countless years had passed in the outside world.

  The moment Meng Chuan condensed the six-stroke runic seal in his Essence Soul World, the long-bearded elder slowly opened his eyes, and the timeline stopped!

  The long-bearded elder opened his eyes and saw the shocked Meng Chuan—who had condensed a six-stroke runic seal in front of Holy Mountain of Painting. He looked at Meng Chuan and smiled. “I’m going to have another junior brother.”

  Chapter 719 - Daolord Evodia

  The six-stroke painting is actually a mystic technique legacy? At that moment, Meng Chuan understood everything.

  The other 32 paintings on Holy Mountain of Painting contained Daolord Evodia’s cultivation insights. Only the six-stroke painting was a mystic technique.

  I’ve never heard of such an inconceivable mystic technique. Meng Chuan looked around, and six-stroke runic seals appeared in the depths of his eyes. This mystic technique surpasses all the mystic techniques I’ve heard of.

  At its largest extent, he could see the universe, the void, and all things. At its smallest extent, everything was within a grain of sand, formed by leptons.

  As Meng Chuan observed, everything became a painting! Even a drop of water formed by leptons turned into a six-layered painting.

  Everything in the River of Spacetime can become a six-layered painting in my eyes. Meng Chuan was shocked. The originally profound and incomprehensible laws are now much easier to understand. />
  Heaven Splitting law. Meng Chuan’s eyes looked at the Heaven Splitting law in the universe.

  White Avian Hall had long prepared a cave abode for Meng Chuan on Clear Spring Island. The Essence Soul avatar in Clear Spring Island’s cave abode observed the Heaven Splitting law that operated under the spacetime laws.

  It turned the Heaven Splitting law into a six-layered painting. The first layer depicted countless swimming tadpoles. The second layer depicted a bolt of lightning that tore through the darkness. The third layer depicted a dragon claw that ripped through everything. The fourth layer depicted countless intertwining threads. The fifth layer…

  Meng Chuan only needed to study the six-layered painting separately to comprehend the Heaven Splitting law.

  Comprehending the Heaven Splitting law instantly became ten times easier. Just by looking at the six-layered painting of the Heaven Splitting law, Meng Chuan felt a huge harvest surge into his heart. His insights improved by leaps and bounds.

  Temporal law. Meng Chuan wasn’t in a hurry to study it; he tried to view the most important temporal law.

  This time, he managed to extract the vast temporal law from the laws of spacetime with great difficulty. He formed a six-layered painting that was much more difficult to interpret.

  The first layer was of a maggot advancing through a tunnel. The second layer consisted of three voids; there were countless tadpoles in each of the three voids. Even if one looked carefully, they would find the three voids identical. The third layer was of a surging river with countless tributaries; there were illusory images in the river as living beings floated in it. The fourth layer was a blob of light! This blob of light shot out billions of light beams. Every light beam contained everything in the universe. The fifth layer…

  Oh? A six-layered spacetime law diagram? In the past, Meng Chuan felt that the temporal law was very esoteric. Therefore, he planned on comprehending the Heaven Splitting law first. He would use the two opposing laws as his foundation before slowly studying the temporal law.

  But this time, each layer of the six-layered painting seemed very difficult to comprehend. However, Meng Chuan gained quite a lot from the six-layered painting when he cross-referenced them.

  With the help of this mystic technique, it was clearly much easier to comprehend the temporal law than before.

  Any Seventh Tribulation Eminence would probably go crazy over such a mystic technique, but I’ve never heard of it before. Meng Chuan also realized how terrifying this mystic technique was.

  This mystic technique couldn’t increase one’s strength immediately. However, it made cultivation much easier. The previously difficult parts became easy to understand. The bottleneck that one couldn’t break through in the past would also be reduced to one that simply required diligent meditation.

  Such a mystic technique can definitely be considered the number one mystic technique in the River of Spacetime. It doesn’t hide anything, and it openly remains on Holy Mountain of Painting! Countless Seventh Tribulation Eminences have observed Holy Mountain of Painting, but they seem to have learned very little. If they had learned a little more, it would be impossible for them not to have any information.

  In fact, such a formulation had always been open to the public on Holy Mountain of Painting. Yet, Celestial Thearch Myriad Star and Hall Lord White Avian ignored it.

  Oh? Meng Chuan’s expression changed slightly. The leptons that had been flowing in the world froze.

  The leptons were completely still, so everything was naturally still. The timeline had stopped moving, but Meng Chuan could still move and cultivate. However, he could only live at this point in time; he couldn’t reach the next temporal node.

  I’m an Essence Soul Seventh Tribulation Eminence. I actually caused the timeline in my area to stop? Meng Chuan knew very well how powerful he was.

  When a Seventh Tribulation Eminence descended into a Chaos Hole’s core, the Chaos Hole’s core wouldn’t be able to maintain a large influence on time. They would even cause the Chaos Hole’s core to collapse gradually.

  Meng Chuan saw it.

  A black-haired, long-bearded elder appeared in the courtyard outside. He looked up at Holy Mountain of Painting.

  I can’t sense any aura from him. It’s as though he doesn’t exist in this spacetime. Even Celestial Thearch Myriad Star and Hall Lord White Avian can’t transcend spacetime. Meng Chuan had his speculations as he immediately walked out of his study.

  The long-bearded elder still looked up at the towering 45,000-kilometer-tall mountain wall and smiled. “What do you think of these paintings?”

  “Daolord Evodia’s paintings are the most profound paintings I’ve ever seen,” said Meng Chuan from the bottom of his heart. The 32 complicated paintings were very impressive, and the six-stroke painting could be said to be the best mystic technique in the River of Spacetime.

  The long-bearded elder turned to look at Meng Chuan. His eyes were very bright as he smiled and said, “I’m Evodia.”

  “Greetings, Senior, I’m Meng Chuan.” Even though Meng Chuan had guessed that the other party was an Eighth Tribulation Eminence, he was still extremely shocked. He immediately bowed respectfully.

  This elder was an Eighth Tribulation Eminence! How could Meng Chuan not be shocked?

  Many Seventh Tribulation Eminences pursued the opportunity to meet an Eighth Tribulation Eminence their entire lives! Ancestral Master Archean Eon had only seen one Eighth Tribulation Eminence in his life.

  Meng Chuan had cultivated for slightly over 7,000 years, and he was lucky enough to meet Daolord Evodia. Furthermore, he had loved painting since he was young. His love for painting was even greater than his love for sabers and swords. When he encountered the Eighth Tribulation Eminence—Daolord Evodia—who had the highest painting accomplishments in the River of Spacetime, Meng Chuan naturally felt immense respect for him.

  “These paintings of mine can only be considered ordinary,” Daolord Evodia said.

  “But I find them mysterious and unfathomable, especially the one in the middle. It’s even more impressive.” Meng Chuan pointed at the six-stroke painting in the middle of the towering 45,000-kilometer-tall mountain wall.

  A single painting that allowed him to master a mystic technique made Meng Chuan admire Daolord Evodia even more. He is truly impressive!

  “Of the 33 paintings on the mountain wall, only this one wasn’t painted by me.” Daolord Evodia smiled at Meng Chuan.

  Meng Chuan blinked. It wasn’t painted by him? How is that possible?

  “These 33 paintings clearly have auras that are connected as one,” said Meng Chuan. Even though the timeline had stopped and Meng Chuan and Daolord Evodia existed at this temporal node, causing everything else to become ordinary, the 33 paintings still gave Meng Chuan endless pressure.

  “This is how powerful Master is,” said Daolord Evodia with a sigh. “After I reached the Eighth Tribulation realm, I placed my insights into the painting on the mountain wall. This is also a hobby of mine. When I drew 19 paintings, Master passed by this universe and saw my paintings. He was intrigued and used the aura of my 19 paintings as a catalyst to draw this six-stroke painting.

  “I sensed it when a cultivator drew on my Holy Mountain of Painting, so I descended upon that temporal node and was lucky enough to meet Master. The six-stroke painting used my previous 19 paintings as the source. I immediately comprehended them after seeing the six-stroke painting and immediately kowtowed to thank Master.” A look of reminiscence appeared in Daolord Evodia’s eyes. “Thus, I was lucky enough to become Master’s disciple—his in-name disciple.”

  “In-name disciple?” Meng Chuan was shocked.

  Daolord Evodia was an Eighth Tribulation Eminence, yet he was only an in-name disciple?

  “There’s no need to be surprised; this is already a great opportunity for me. Many Eighth Tribulation Eminences have searched their entire lives, but they haven’t been able to see Master.” Daolord Evodia looked at Meng Chuan.
“Back then, I asked Master if he wanted to conceal this six-stroke painting. Master said that this was a mystic technique he created for the Painting Dao. It can be viewed by all living beings. If anyone learns this mystic technique, they can head to Dry Origin Mountain. Passing the test there allows them to become Master’s in-name disciple.

  “But ever since Master left behind the six-stroke painting, nobody has been able to comprehend it other than me. Until today!” Daolord Evodia looked at Meng Chuan. “Finally, someone has learned this mystic art.”

  Meng Chuan was secretly alarmed. After all these years, he was the only one to learn this mystic technique after Daolord Evodia.

  “Let’s go. Follow me to Dry Origin Mountain,” Daolord Evodia said.

  “Where’s Dry Origin Mountain?” asked Meng Chuan.

  “It’s naturally outside the universe.” Daolord Evodia grabbed Meng Chuan’s arm.

  Whoosh!

  Spacetime distorted and transformed into a blur. The River of Spacetime could no longer restrain them.

  The two of them had already left this universe.

  Chapter 720 - Beyond the Universe

  Meng Chuan sighed in amazement as he looked around. The surrounding spacetime distorted into a tunnel as he followed Daolord Evodia and advanced through it at high speeds.

  I’ve left the River of Spacetime and my home universe. At Meng Chuan’s realm, he could clearly sense that he had left the River of Spacetime and arrived in an unfamiliar, vast land.

  The spacetime here was strange. In other words, the composition of spacetime outside the universe had already exceeded Meng Chuan’s understanding. If he were to act alone, he wouldn’t dare to teleport randomly. He was afraid of accidentally entering a dangerous place.

  “There’s no end beyond the universe,” Daolord Evodia said.