Cangyuan Realm, the Great Hall of Heaven and Earth, a quiet room.
Feeling that the catastrophe was coming, Meng Chuan came here after telling his wife. At this moment, he took the initiative to dissipate many avatars of the primordial spirit, leaving only one real body in his hometown and one real body outside the territory to overcome the catastrophe.
"The seventh Heavenly Tribulation of Yuanshen." Meng Chuan sat cross-legged in the quiet room, waiting patiently for the coming of the Heavenly Tribulation.
In Yuanshen's seventh heavenly tribulation, there are many seniors who successfully crossed the catastrophe. After all, there are several in each generation.
The information about Heavenly Tribulation is also very detailed.
"The seventh catastrophe is aimed at the primordial spirit, the will of the soul." Meng Chuan secretly said, "I still have a lot of confidence."
"It's the eighth catastrophe of Yuanshen, and there is no information record." Meng Chuan thought of a lot while quietly waiting for the catastrophe to arrive. There are only a handful of Yuanshen Eight Tribulations born in history. Even the owner of Shiratori Hall and Wanxing Tiandi would have difficulty seeing a Yuanshen Eight Tribulations. It is naturally difficult to collect information on the eighth Yuanshen Tribulation.
Neither the White Bird Pavilion nor the Eternal Building, nor Meng Chuan could find any information on the Eighth Tribulation of the Yuanshen.
"Become the Seven Tribulations Realm first, and then try to master the rules of time and space. I'm still far away from the eighth Tribulation." Meng Chuan is very clear that he has not even reached the top of the Magic Mountain. It is far, far away from undergoing the evolution of the 'rules of time and space'.
"It's coming." Meng Chuan restrained his mind and stopped thinking about it, because some power had come from somewhere.
"Wow."
An unprecedented cold mist descended on Meng Chuan's sea of consciousness, and in an instant, Meng Chuan's primordial spirit had been frozen.
"This is?" Meng Chuan looked around, surrounded by a world of ice and snow, "Illusion?"
"My primordial spirit is frozen, and my consciousness is drawn into the illusion?" Meng Chuan collected a lot of information about the tribulation, and he also understands the situation he encountered. "If even the will of the mind is frozen, then I will fail the tribulation and die." The soul is gone."
"It has to last long enough."
"It's been a long time since the tribulation is over, but this illusion is really cold." Meng Chuan couldn't help shivering, and then walked along.
In the illusion, he is like a mortal, without any supernatural power.
Meng Chuan knew very well that this was a confrontation between the will of the mind and the "Heavenly Tribulation". The weaker the will of the mind, the colder it would feel and the easier it would be to freeze to death. Meng Chuan's mental will was considered strong, but he just shivered.
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In the white and snowy land, only Meng Chuan was walking slowly. His eyebrows and face were covered with snowflakes. He raised his head and looked into the distance. In the distance, there was a blizzard rumbling across the world.
"It's another blizzard." Meng Chuan whispered to himself, the wind was howling, rolling in countless snowflakes, and hitting him hard.
Meng Chuan lowered his head and endured, the wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and he was also drowned by more and more snowflakes.
After a long time, the wind and snow stopped.
In a sheet of snow, a hand stretched out from the heavy snow, Meng Chuan crawled out from below, shook, and the snow slid down.
"Blizzards, avalanches, frozen lakes... What dangers are there? Come on, I am the body of the will of the mind. If the will of the mind resists, I will not die." Meng Chuan did not change his face. If his will of the mind can only go On the 50,000-kilometer road to the Magic Mountain, the blizzard will be much more violent, and he will feel much colder, and the difficulty of crossing the catastrophe will increase sharply, but he can reach the 98,000-kilometer position after all.
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Meng Chuan calmly dealt with the many tribulations in the illusion, without making any waves. What really gave Meng Chuan a headache was 'time'.
In the illusion, there will never be an end, and I don't know how long it has passed. The time in the illusion is meaningless. Millions of years have passed in the illusion, and the outside world may only pass for a moment.
Here, Meng Chuan's conscious thinking is as slow as that of ordinary people. Under the freezing, his thinking will become slower and slower, and he will not be able to sense any rules.
"How long have I been walking? Thirty thousand years? Or three hundred thousand years?" Meng Chuan himself didn't know, his extremely slow thinking made him unable to judge the flow of time.
Meng Chuan experienced the torture of time during the fifth Primordial God Tribulation.
That time, there was no freezing, no torture, just spending an unknown amount of time in nothingness.
This time even more ruthless.
Not only is the time long with no end in sight, but there are also endless trials and tribulations. If the Yuanshen Tribulation Realm was too long, exhausted, unable to resist the ordeal, and finally frozen... then he would die.
"bring it on."
"Despite thousands of catastrophes, no matter how long the time is, there will be an end. At that time, I will succeed." Meng Chuan firmly believes that he can succeed, and the "hope" of success is like a lamp, shining on Meng Chuan Walking in the illusion.
time flies.
Three million years? Thirty million years
Meng Chuan didn't know how long it had been. When he felt "it's time to end", in fact, not even a tenth of the time had passed. In fact, Meng Chuan was startled by the long time of the illusion, and he began to feel a little tired.
The long time of the illusion has made Meng Chuan, the Yuanshen Seven Tribulations Realm, accustomed to the illusion, and even feels that the illusion will last longer.
"Wow."
The illusion has disintegrated without a sound.
The power that originally froze Meng Chuan's primordial spirit also quietly disappeared.
"Successful?" Meng Chuan was in a trance for a moment.
Perseverance for a long time ushered in the final success.
'Long' is easy to say, but in fact, no matter how powerful the strong man is, he will become more and more tired and even collapsed in the face of a long enough time.
"Fortunately, I created the primordial spirit method before crossing the catastrophe." Meng Chuan recalled the catastrophe, feeling a little fortunate, "Otherwise, the road to the Magic Mountain is only 60,000 to 70,000 miles away, and crossing the catastrophe is really a life-and-death line."
Although the 50,000 miles of the road to the Magic Mountain has reached the spiritual will threshold of the Yuanshen Seven Tribulations Realm, it is only the lowest threshold, which means that the Yuanshen world can withstand the evolution of the original rules, and the hope of crossing the tribulation is also a very low threshold. The higher the spiritual will, the greater the hope of crossing the catastrophe.
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Cangyuan Realm, Jiangzhou City, Meng Mansion.
Liu Qiyue sat at the desk, staring blankly at a half-finished painting in front of her.
Before, Meng Chuan and her worked together to create, Meng Chuan painted, and she inscribed. However, just halfway through the painting, Meng Chuan said: "The catastrophe is coming, in July, I will go to retreat." Then he left.
Liu Qiyue knew for a long time that her husband was about to usher in the seventh catastrophe, but when this moment came, she was still extremely worried.
"The realm of robbery, every step forward is a robbery."
"Only by overcoming calamity can we become stronger." Liu Qiyue was concerned about her husband, and she just sat there blankly, with countless thoughts rolling in her mind.
two days, three days...
The more time passed, the more panicked and worried she became. She had no choice but to sit here silently waiting for her husband's return.
After sitting there for seven months, a white-clothed and white-haired figure appeared outside the study, looking at her with a smile through the study window, Liu Qiyue smiled, her eyes glowed, and she got up and walked out immediately.
"A Chuan, did you succeed?" Liu Qiyue looked at Meng Chuan, a little worried that her husband would fail in crossing the robbery, and came to say goodbye.
"Successful." Meng Chuan smiled.
In Cangyuan Realm, on this day, the second great power of the Seven Tribulations Realm was born in history.
Episode 28 Six-Stroke Painting