Archean Eon Art

Meng Chuan and the four of them stepped into the sixth year of the passage.

"How exactly am I supposed to cultivate? What's right? What's wrong?" Meng Hu stood on the second passage, looking up to be able to see the crystals leading to the endless depths of the clouds and mist, unable to see the end at a glance, Meng Hu's eyes were filled with confusion at the moment.

"For more than five years, I have possessed nearly ten thousand 'Six Tribulation Realm Powers'."

"Every day, I would introspect, leaving behind those I felt were suitable for the Heavenly Dream God's path, and cutting off all the rest of my comprehension memories. Even the later I get, the more frequently I zap off memories." Monhu muttered, "More than five years and thousands of times of zapping away self-memories, but I'm still lost."

"I ......"

"I don't know what I'm going to do next, how I'm going to practice." Monhu stood on the road, full of uncertainty.

There were numerous messy insights in his mind, but they were all colliding and resisting each other.

In the early stages of embarking on the path, Meng Hu did have many gains, and even managed to comprehend the third 'Five Tribulation Realm Rule', but when he wanted to form the three Five Tribulation Realm Rules into the 'Six Tribulation Realm', the large amount of insights he had gained from his possession began to contradict each other. Even if he zapped away the memories that he thought were incorrect time and time again .........

"Memories that change perceptions."

"With each possessed enlightenment, my perception is changing, even if I zap the memory. But the choice to 'zap the memory' is a choice made by the altered perception."

"One cognitive change after another, one zap of memory after another."

"It's getting more and more confusing."

As Monhu looked in all directions, he could see the old black wind demon who was much slower than him farther back, and also the vaguely visible Meng Chuan, who was walking more slowly on the third path, even further away.

"I know the dangers of being lost, and think I can gain the benefits and block the dangers. But still, I'm lost." Monhu was well aware of his own situation, and a blank piece of paper for painting could be very clear. But countless strokes of different styles fell, and even if they were removed one at a time, the painter's 'perception' was messed up and no longer clear.

"The lifelong cultivation realm stops at this?" Meng Hu muttered.

He was a 'Heavenly Dream Divine General' of the Heavenly Dream Realm, and had the potential to become a Sixth Tribulation Realm.

Now that he was lost, how could he be willing?

"Time to go back."

Monhu raised his head to look deeply into the Black Mountain that stretched deep into the clouds and mist, followed by a loud~~~ silent, fleshly body primordial decomposition and complete annihilation.

This true body died.

At the same time in a distant, mysterious and vast world of life, the 'Heavenly Dream Realm'.

"It truly seems like a dream." Meng Hu walked out of his cave, his cave was built on a leaf dozens of miles large with clouds and mist around it, the leaf where his cave was located was the leaf of a Tongtian tree.

"I'm going to find Master." Monhu said silently, "The only trouble nowadays is to beg Master."

The Heavenly Dream Realm, as a higher world, was extremely deep and was much stronger than the Cang Yuan Realm.

The difference between the Cang Yuan Realm and the Heavenly Dream Realm was the difference between the Seventh Tribulation Realm and the Eighth Tribulation Realm.

Each of the Eight Tribulation Realms possessed unimaginable abilities.

The traces they left behind were drastically limited by the rules of the long river of time and space. Any of the artifacts they refined, any of the 'Eight Tribulation Realm Secret Treasures' would be enough to drive a Six Tribulation Realm power mad, even if it was painstakingly sought but unobtainable. They went to the 'Primordial Star' to casually fetch the Primordial Stones, and the prices were extremely, extremely high. In a certain era, if an Eight Tribulation Realm Power was born, the entire space-time river would shake, and the Seven Tribulation Realm Power would desire to follow.

The home world of the Eight Tribulation Realm Power was deeper than one could imagine.

Meng Hu, now he could only hope that his hometown Heavenly Dream World could help him, or else he would stop here for life.

......

"Monhu, destroy this real body?" The Black Wind Old Demon, who was also in the second passage, was stunned and chilled the Black Wind Old Demon's heart as he watched the Monstrous Tiger in the distance in front of him completely annihilate.

"He chose the same path as me, so why destroy this true body? Discovered the hidden dangers of the passage?" Old Devil Black Wind was a little uneasy.

The way he walked the second passage was not different from the Monhu.

He had discovered right from the start that the possessed powers would constantly overlap, and was incomparably cautious in choosing to enlighten six of them and discard all the others, not making any enlightenment even if he was possessed.

He would only enlighten six of them!

And these six, all of them were based on 'wind'.

The six great powers that Black Wind Old Devil had chosen in more than five years had possessed the lesser ones more than two hundred times, and the greater ones more than a thousand times. Obviously the second channel of possession of the six tribulation realm powers is mainly just about ten thousand, will overlap time and time again, each possession ...... are those powers at different times, the perceptions are also different.

Five years down the line, Old Black Wind Demon felt quite good.

"Although the number of comprehended Six Tribulation Realm Great Energies is less, but they are all suitable for me, and I feel that I am close to mastering the third rule." The Black Wind Old Devil secretly said.

"Although it feels good, I still have to be careful. After all, the Monstrous Tiger has all self-destructed a true body." Old Black Wind Demon was greedy for the chance here again and became more and more cautious, he was afraid that Meng Hu had discovered some kind of unknown danger.

But until a great danger was discovered, Old Black Wind Demon would not be willing to leave.

This kind of chance, if you miss it, it would be hard to get it again.

......

"Eight years."

Fu Sui was the one who had walked the fastest and practiced the smoothest, maintaining a state of enlightenment all the time.

In eight years, it had been over thirty thousand miles of walking.

"Although I've traveled thirty thousand miles, it's a really long road, still far from the end." Fu Sui was now in the clouds and mist, the naked eye could barely see a hundred miles high, and this passageway kept extending towards the heights.

"I can feel that I'm getting closer and closer to the Six Tribulation Realm."

"Within a few years, I will be able to master the rules of the Six Tribulation Realm."

Fu Sui was filled with fervor, advancing step by step.

......

Meng Chuan was one of the slowest to go, especially as the oppression on the mind consciousness increased, all of which affected the other bilocation cultivation in the outside world, Meng Chuan naturally began to slow down, he still had to try his best to maintain the outside world to maintain two or three minutes of mind power.

"New...... up ......."

This was the tenth year that Meng Chuan had walked the Third Passage, and it had only been three thousand miles.

Now that one could hear the vast sound of voices, coming from the direction of the mountain top, only after a distant distance and subjected to all kinds of invisible interference, what one heard was still intermittent, only being able to clearly hear individual words, each of which was like a sledgehammer blasting into Meng Chuan's Yuan Shen, blasting into his heart. Meng Chuan, however, had gotten used to it.

He could clearly feel the stimulation of each word to his Yuan Shen, and its effect on his spiritual consciousness, because of his long-term resistance, he had gradually figured out how to resist which effect would be the best.

In the midst of this resistance, Meng Chuan could feel his mind's will become stronger.

This 'getting stronger' was slow, usually a year and a half with no harvest, and as it progressed, the oppression would get stronger and stronger, it was like a nightmare, but after three to five years of groping in the 'nightmare', the mind will have a qualitative change and will feel much easier to resist.

"Stepping onto this path for nearly ten years, my mind's will has clearly increased three times." Meng Chuan was elated.

The first enhancement was the second year of stepping onto the path.

The second elevation is the fifth year.

The third ascension is just the tenth year.

To cultivate is to perfect oneself again and again through setbacks, to make oneself complete. The same was true of spiritual cultivation; while enduring spiritual attacks, one could also discover one's own spiritual shortcomings, and the more one honed one's mind to perfection, the stronger one could make it.

A strong enough mind can only endure the even more massive Yuan Shen world of the future.