Chapter 762: Yuan God Eight Tribulation Life Form

When the world first opened, chaos evolved into spacetime.

Meng Chuan's Primordial Spirit world gradually transformed into a complete "cosmic spacetime." It was no longer illusory, but utterly real. A true cosmic void formed within his Primordial Spirit world. Of course, this cosmic void was far inferior to Meng Chuan's home universe; it could only be considered a "mini-universe." However, the energy required for even a mini-universe is incredibly vast. The "dark chaotic void" he had devoured from outside at the Seventh-tribulation realm had long since shattered, becoming nourishment for this gradually forming mini-universe. It also voraciously absorbed primordial energy from beyond this realm.

*Boom!*

Within the River of Spacetime, five distinct areas—Cangyuan Realm, White Bird Pavilion, Kunyun Secret Realm, among others—generated energy tides that gradually influenced the entire River of Spacetime. This enormous absorption had a profound and far-reaching impact. Weaker tribulation realms couldn't detect it; only those at the Sixth-tribulation realm and above could sense it. They perceived changes in the entire River of Spacetime's energy flow, a tidal shift that gradually surged towards each of Meng Chuan's Primordial Spirit avatars.

"Hmm?" The Master of White Bird Pavilion sensed the shifts in the River of Spacetime's energy flow even more clearly and vaguely detected several sources. "Cangyuan Realm, Kunyun Secret Realm, White Bird Pavilion, and five other areas are slowly drawing power from the entire River of Spacetime?"

"And I can't sense Meng Chuan anymore!" he exclaimed, truly astonished. Just moments before, he had met Meng Chuan and was certain that Meng Chuan was in the library, reading ancient texts. Yet, at this very moment, Meng Chuan had vanished. He could no longer sense him. Across the entire River of Spacetime, he couldn't sense Meng Chuan at all.

"He should be in the library, but I can't sense him. Could he have..." The Master of White Bird Pavilion had a suspicion. He couldn't sense Eighth-tribulation realm beings either. Had Meng Chuan become a being of that caliber?

"What's happening? The River of Spacetime has changed!" Ancestor Realm, Lord of Demonic Eye Guild, Lord Lihong, Lord Baihua Manor, Lord Dark Star Guild, Leader of Original Realm, and Ancestral Witch King, among others, all noticed it. However, they struggled to pinpoint the source of the energy tides because several sources appeared simultaneously, interfering with each other and making it difficult to fully discern. In this era, only the Master of White Bird Pavilion had made such a judgment.

"I can't sense Meng Chuan anymore."

"Has Lord of Dongning City vanished?"

"All of Lord of Dongning City's Primordial Spirit avatars are completely undetectable."

All major factions stirred with commotion. Even though Celestial Emperor Wanxing had concealed the location of his true body beyond the realm, making him untraceable, it was at least possible to confirm he was still alive. Furthermore, Celestial Emperor Wanxing's true body in his home world had not been concealed at the time. Now, all of Meng Chuan's Primordial Spirit avatars had completely disappeared without a trace. It was even impossible to determine if he was alive or dead.

The Dragon Ancestral Land, Phoenix Ancestral Land, Eternal Tower, and numerous high-level life worlds—anywhere a Seventh-tribulation realm being was stationed—initiated investigations upon failing to sense Meng Chuan.

"Even by mirroring the River of Spacetime through dreams, Lord of Dongning City cannot be found?"

"Using karma tracing, where is he?"

"The Infinite Net, cast over the universe, also can't find him?" All attempts to probe Meng Chuan's whereabouts yielded nothing.

*Whoosh.*

Outside the library, the Master of White Bird Pavilion instantly appeared. His gaze passed through the main entrance of the library, sweeping past numerous bookshelves, to where Meng Chuan, robed in black with white hair, sat cross-legged. Although he could see him with his naked eyes, he couldn't sense him. The Master of White Bird Pavilion was both surprised and delighted. "He truly did it," he murmured, and at that moment, he activated the formation, preventing anyone from entering the library and disturbing Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan sat cross-legged, feeling the natural evolution of his Primordial Spirit world. He also guided and propelled this transformation, integrating all his insights from recent years. With spacetime as the foundation and the Ten Fundamental Origin Rules as supplementary, he guided the formation of this mini-universe. The so-called "Ten Fundamental Origin Rules" were merely the origin rules of his home universe; in different universes, the rules are not necessarily the same and can even vary significantly.

Compared to other powerful Eighth-tribulation realm beings, Meng Chuan's accumulation was still relatively small. However, his willpower had reached the threshold of the Primordial Spirit Eighth-tribulation realm! This was generally much higher than those in the physical cultivation lineage, whose physical bodies were, of course, incredibly formidable.

"Is this the Primordial Spirit Eighth-tribulation realm?" Meng Chuan felt his own metamorphosis. His Primordial Spirit energy had transformed. As the fundamental power of his entire Primordial Spirit world, it was now a unique spiritual force.

"I am a Primordial Spirit Eighth-tribulation realm being. By detaching from my physical body, I can become a 'spiritual entity'?" Meng Chuan sensed the change within himself. The physical cultivation lineage and the primordial spirit cultivation lineage were inherently very different. Upon reaching the Eighth-tribulation realm stage, they diverged even further. The physical cultivation lineage pursued physical bodies as vast and unshakeable as the cosmos. Their attacks were terrifying, wielding unimaginable power. For the primordial spirit lineage, the world expands as vast as one's heart allows. They excelled in illusions even in their early stages, and now they could even transform into 'spiritual entities'.

"As long as someone has heard of me, knows of my existence, and my influence reaches a certain level, I can form my imprint? And thus create a Primordial Spirit avatar?" Meng Chuan understood one of the methods of the Primordial Spirit Eighth-tribulation realm. They didn't need blood, hair, or personally written legacies; merely by spreading their influence to a certain degree, they could condense a spiritual imprint. Of course, this was still inferior to peak Eighth-tribulation realm beings like Ancestral Dragon. For them, as long as anyone below the Eternal realm remembered them, or if any book recorded their existence, they could live on through that. The Primordial Spirit Eighth-tribulation realm was slightly inferior in that regard, but in terms of formidable vitality, it was comparable to the top Eighth-tribulation realm beings of the physical cultivation lineage, and its methods were even more enigmatic and unpredictable. Their methods of penetration, erosion, and contamination were even more potent, and even the protection of life worlds struggled to repel them.

"I can completely transform into a spiritual entity, living within others' dreams and legends?" Meng Chuan felt that his Primordial Spirit energy had thoroughly transformed. Originally, Primordial Spirit energy could still be seen as having a 'subatomic structure', but the Primordial Spirit energy of an Eighth-tribulation realm being had become conceptualized, spiritual. Meng Chuan vaguely understood that this was due to a special subatomic configuration that prevented external entities from ever peeking into it.

"Heavenly Tribulation."

Meng Chuan looked up. All of his avatars, including the Primordial Spirit avatar on Qianyuan Mountain, sensed a terrifying Heavenly Tribulation already brewing. As an Eighth-tribulation realm being, one must endure the Heavenly Tribulation to qualify for long-term survival. When he was weaker, Meng Chuan had thought the Heavenly Tribulation was a manifestation of the universe's operating rules. Later, he understood that beings like the Master of White Bird Pavilion had all traveled beyond the universe... no matter where they went, they couldn't escape the Heavenly Tribulation. Therefore, the Heavenly Tribulation was not a descent of his home universe's operating rules. Instead, it was a rule within the boundless spacetime itself, and it was far more terrifying.

"If I don't attempt to leap out of the River of Spacetime, the Heavenly Tribulation will descend in a hundred years," Meng Chuan thought to himself. "If I try to leap out, it will descend immediately."

"The flow of time on Qianyuan Mountain is too fast—thirty-three times faster." On Qianyuan Mountain, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged in his wooden hut and began to actively influence his own flow of time. As he slowed it down, the energy consumption became tremendous. Ultimately, the time flow within the wooden hut became one-tenth that of Qianyuan Mountain. This level of energy consumption was already quite strenuous for the Primordial Spirit avatar that had just broken through, though the energy absorbed and consumed remained in a state of equilibrium.

"Even if I reduce the time flow on Qianyuan Mountain to one-tenth, it's still more than three times faster than my home universe," Meng Chuan realized. There was nothing he could do about it.

The River of Spacetime was like a flowing river. His transformed self, now an Eighth-tribulation realm being, was like an incredibly enormous 'fish'. If such a colossal fish swam with the current at the same speed as the river, it would be the easiest. However, if it accelerated or decelerated, it would encounter resistance from the water! The larger the being, the greater the resistance and the more terrifying the energy consumption.

Of course, there was also the simplest method: Leap out of the river and stand on the bank. On the bank, one would be unaffected by the river. One could stop completely and watch the river rush by. Dao Lord Shanwu and Mountain Lord Mo Shan, for instance, had all used this method to leap outside the River of Spacetime. They might have had a cup of tea, and yet a hundred million years would have passed in the outside world.

"My current life essence already allows me to leap out of the River of Spacetime. But the moment I leap out, the Heavenly Tribulation will descend," Meng Chuan understood. Although he had become a Primordial Spirit Eighth-tribulation realm being, he had not yet transcended the tribulation and was still bound by numerous restrictions.