Magic Mountain world.
Meng Chuan was walking on the road of the soul, looking up at the highest main peak. Over the long years, practitioners have been replaced from generation to generation, but the magic mountain will never change, and the loud voice on the top of the mountain will never die.
Whoosh.
Step by step along the road of the soul, every step is a hundred miles, Meng Chuan soon reached the extreme position of the last walk - 98,000 miles.
"Huh?" Meng Chuan stayed here, and the voice on the top of the mountain echoed in the soul like rolling thunder, and the pressure was extremely high. "It seems that compared with last time, my spiritual will has not improved much."
When I came here last time, I had mastered the original rules of "Hunting Hole Rules", and created the primordial spirit method "Painting the World" by myself.
Compared with the last time... I only mastered one more source rule 'the rule of opening the sky'. Although the time rule has been comprehended for many years, it has not been broken after all. It is also expected that the spiritual will will not improve much.
"After all, so many years have passed."
"After going through the test of crossing the catastrophe, I have mastered one more original rule, and my soul world is more stable... Maybe there is hope to reach the top of the mountain." Thinking about it, Meng Chuan stepped forward step by step, and the voice on the top of the mountain became louder and louder.
Ninety-nine thousand miles, one hundred thousand miles, one hundred thousand one thousand miles...
As Meng Chuan walked slowly, the top of the mountain became more and more clear in his vision, and he could even see a faint golden light on the top of the mountain.
The moment he saw the golden light, Meng Chuan only felt endlessly attracted, and the instinct of life told him... Hurry up!
"It's getting harder and harder." Meng Chuan insisted.
Nowadays, the impact of the voice on the top of the mountain is getting bigger and bigger, but there is no gain. At his current level, it is very difficult to improve the will of the mind.
One hundred and two thousand miles, one hundred and three thousand miles, one hundred and thirty-five hundred miles...
"I can't walk anymore." Meng Chuan stopped, and he was about 103,900 miles away at the moment, "This is my current limit. It seems that there is still a gap between my spiritual will and Senior Jiezu. Senior Jiezu It’s already reached the top.”
Meng Chuan was also confident.
Because in these years, he has focused on his cultivation, and he didn't spend much time on the Yuanshen method. As long as the three basic parts of the "opening the sky rule" and the time rule are integrated into the primordial spirit method, and continue to improve the primordial spirit method, I believe that the will of the soul can be improved a bit. In that way, we will be able to reach the top of the mountain, because there is only the last section of the road to the top of the mountain at this moment.
Looking up at the top, Meng Chuan was able to determine by visual inspection: there are still 1,100 miles left to the top of the mountain.
In his realm, even if he is suppressed by the magic mountain, the distance of 1,100 miles is very close, and Meng Chuan can clearly see the top of the mountain with his eyes.
A faint light mask covers the entire mountaintop.
There are a large number of golden characters flowing on the surface of the cover, and these golden characters emit a faint golden light.
The golden light that Meng Chuan vaguely saw before came from these characters.
"These characters are the characters of the mountaintop sound I heard." Meng Chuan looked at those characters, dozens of characters connected into a sentence, the characters flowed, and sentence after sentence appeared, they were disorganized, and Meng Chuan couldn't tell the meaning of each sentence front and rear order.
But at least, I can see complete sentences one by one.
I didn't know the characters, but every sentence Meng Chuan read seemed like a vast world blasted into his mind, and he had a lot of insights.
These golden characters, the same sentence, different practitioners will have different perceptions when they see it. It can be understood in this way, it can be understood in that way... It seems to be the source of all truths.
It's amazing how mysterious a sentence is.
The characters flowing on the top of the mountain, every sentence is so mysterious, Meng Chuan couldn't help being shocked, he faintly felt that if these characters could be integrated into a complete "one article", it would surpass any unique art he had seen before.
One sentence, two sentences, three sentences...
Meng Chuan looked up at the top of the mountain, looked at those character sentences, and when he saw the fifth sentence, he had many feelings in his heart. One of the feelings was like a light in the dark, which completely illuminated Meng Chuan's confused heart and made Meng Chuan The massive accumulation of the 'time rule' line has a direction and is quickly integrated.
"Wow."
Meng Chuan, the avatar of the primordial spirit, dissipated like a bubble. Here, he will always be affected by the sound from the top of the mountain. At this moment, he wants to eliminate all interference and grasp this aura.
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Qianyuan Mountain, in the forest.
Meng Chuan, who was in a black robe and white hair, sat cross-legged on the thick and soft dead leaves. Following that bit of inspiration, he quickly integrated his insights.
The three basic parts of time rules: past rules, present rules, and future rules. These three rules are naturally integrated, there is me in you, and you in me, gradually blending into one.
Just like the three primary colors, when matched together, a large number of colors can be formed.
Past, present, and future, these three rules can also be fused into a large number of results, only one is the most perfect, and that is the real time rule.
"Finally, I have grasped its essence." Meng Chuan opened his eyes, the pupils were filled with endless colors, he stretched out his hand and grasped it lightly, the palm is naturally a small complete space-time, the space is stable, and the time flow rate is only one percent of the outside world, Stable operation.
Meng Chuan looked greedily at everything around him.
The level of life has obviously not changed, but the angle of viewing is different, and everything will look ten times and a hundred times more splendid in the eyes.
Like a wildflower in the distance.
In the past, Meng Chuan could see the tiniest 'microns' of wildflowers, the countless fluctuations emitted by plant life, various influences on space, and billions of particle lines naturally existing in space passing through wildflowers. Meng Chuan couldn't hide it. He even easily sees the whole period of time when wild flowers grow in the past and wither in the future. His vision of wildflowers is seeing the complete cycle of life.
But now the scene Meng Chuan saw has changed again.
Billions of particle lines? Countless fluctuations? impact on space? a time period? It's all too superficial.
He saw the rules represented by these superficial appearances, and these countless complicated rules originated from time and space.
Time and space are the two cornerstones of all rules.
Meng Chuan could see that the influence of time rules and space rules formed countless small rules, and the combination of countless rules made this beautiful world appear.
"rule."
Meng Chuan looked at the mountain, the tree, the flowers, the running water...
What I see are mountains, rivers and trees, but there are actually countless rules, and seeing countless rules formed by the mutual influence of time and space, this feeling is so wonderful.
No more confusion!
Omniscience!
The essence of everything seems to be known.
"No." Meng Chuanyao saw the endless fog around Qianyuan Mountain but became sober again. The fog contained endless mysteries and great terror. Those who dared to break through the Eight Tribulations were courting death. The mystery hidden in the fog, I don't know how many times more complicated than those flowers and trees.
Meng Chuan clearly knew that the endless mysteries contained in the fog must have originated from time and space.
But it was too complicated for him to understand.
Only then did Meng Chuan wake up, and he was still far from 'knowing everything'.
"Although it is said that everything in the endless time and space comes from the two cornerstones of time and space. But the more mysterious things are, the more difficult they are to penetrate. For example, the physical body and eternal secret treasures of the Eight Tribulations of the physical body are all things that I cannot penetrate. "Meng Chuan understands this, even if he is as powerful as an eternal existence and is known as omniscient, it is not easy to create an existence comparable to the acme of the Eight Tribulations Realm like Senior Brother Qianshou.
"At least today, I took the most important step and truly grasped the two cornerstones of all rules—time and space." Meng Chuan smiled.