Magic Mountain World.

Meng Chuan walked on the path of the soul, looking up at the highest main peak. The long years have changed from generation to generation, but the magic mountain will never change, and the huge voice on the top of the mountain will never die.

Whoosh.

Moving forward step by step along the path of the soul, each step spanning hundreds of miles, Meng Chuan quickly reached the extreme position of the last walk-the ninety-eight thousand miles.

"Huh?" Meng Chuan stayed here, the sound of the top of the mountain echoed in the soul like a rolling thunder, and the pressure was extremely high, "It seems that compared with the last time, my spiritual will has not improved much."

When I came last time, I mastered the original rules of ‘Mixed Hole Rules’ and created my own soul technique "Painting the World".

Compared with last time...I only mastered one more original rule, the ‘Open Heaven’s Rule’. Although the time rules have been comprehended for many years, there was no breakthrough after all. It is also expected that the spiritual will will not improve much.

"After all, so many years have passed."

"After the test of crossing the catastrophe, I have mastered one more original rule, and my soul world is more stable...maybe I have hope to reach the top of the mountain." Meng Chuan thought and moved forward step by step, and the sound of the mountain top became louder and louder.

Ninety-nine thousand miles, one hundred thousand miles, one hundred thousand miles...

As Meng Chuan walked slowly, the view of the top of the mountain became clearer and clearer, and you could even see the 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 over!

"It's getting harder and harder." Meng Chuan persisted.

Nowadays, the sound of the top of the mountain is having more and more impact on the soul, but there is no gain. At his current state, it is very difficult to improve his spiritual will.

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One hundred two thousand miles, one hundred three thousand miles, one hundred three thousand five hundred miles...

"I can't walk anymore." Meng Chuan stopped. At this moment, it was about 133,900 miles away. "This is my current limit. It seems that there is still a gap between my spiritual will and the predecessors of the Jie Zu, the predecessors of the Jie Zu. But it has been to the top long ago."

Meng Chuan is also confident.

Because over the years, he has focused on cultivation and didn't spend much time on the Yuanshen Method. As long as the three basic parts of the "Open Heaven Rule" and the Time Rule are integrated into the Yuanshen Method and continue to improve the Yuanshen Method, I believe that the will of the soul can be improved. That way, I will be able to reach the top of the mountain, because at this moment there is only the last way to the top of the mountain.

Looking up at the top, Meng Chuan can confirm visually: There is still a thousand and one hundred miles away from the top of the mountain.

With his realm, even if he was suppressed by the Demon Mountain, the distance of one thousand and a hundred miles was very close, and Meng Chuan's eyes could clearly see the top of the mountain.

A faint light mask covers the top of the mountain.

There are a lot of golden characters flowing on the surface of the cover, and these golden characters exude a faint golden light.

The golden light that Meng Chuan vaguely saw before came from these characters.

"These characters are the sound characters I heard on the top of the mountain." Meng Chuan looked at the characters. Dozens of characters were connected into one sentence, the characters flowed, and sentence after sentence appeared. They were messy, and Meng Chuan couldn't distinguish each sentence. In order.

But at least, I can see complete sentences one by one.

I don't know the characters, but every sentence Meng Chuan reads seemed like a vast world burst 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 is like the source of all truth.

It's so mysterious in a word.

The flowing characters 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 piece’, he was afraid that it would surpass any genre that he had seen before.

One sentence, two sentences, three sentences...

Meng Chuan looked up at the top of the mountain and looked at the character sentences. When he saw the fifth sentence, the many insights that appeared in his heart, one of them was like a light in the dark, which completely illuminated Meng Chuan’s puzzled heart and made Meng Chuan go before. The massive accumulation of the "rule of time" has a direction and is quickly integrated.

"Wow."

The avatar of Meng Chuan, the original spirit, disappeared like bubbles. Here, he will always be affected by the sound of the top of the mountain. At this moment, he must eliminate all interference and grasp this aura.

******

Qianyuan Mountain, in the mountains and forests.

Meng Chuan, with black robe and white hair, sat cross-legged on the thick and soft dead leaves. Following the aura, he quickly integrated his sentiments.

The three basic parts of time rules: past rules, present rules, and future rules. These three rules are naturally integrated, you have me in you, and you in me, and gradually merge into one.

Just like three primary colors, they can form a large number of colors when combined.

The past, present, and future, these three rules can also be merged into a large number of results, and only one is the most perfect, that is the real time rule.

"Finally, I have grasped its essence." Meng Chuan opened his eyes, his eyes are full of colors. He stretched out his hand and shook it gently. The palm of his hand was naturally a small complete space-time, the space was stable, and the flow of time was 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 from a different perspective, everything looks tenfold and a hundredfold gorgeous in the eyes.

For example, a wild flower in the distance.

In the past, Mengchuan could see the most subtle "trinos" of wild flowers, as the countless fluctuations of plant life, the various influences on space, and the hundreds of millions of particle lines that naturally exist in space passing through the wild flowers. Can't hide from Meng Chuan. Even he could easily see that the wild flowers grew from the past to wither in the future. The wild flowers in his eyes are to see the complete life cycle.

But now the scene Meng Chuan sees has changed again.

Billion particle beam? Numerous fluctuations? Impact on space? A time period? These are 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 can see that the influence of time rules and space rules has formed countless small rules, and the combination of countless rules has appeared to be this beautiful world.

"rule."

Meng Chuan looked at the mountains, the trees, the flowers and the flowing water...

Looking at the mountains, rivers and trees, but in fact there are countless rules, and seeing that countless rules are 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 on the periphery of Qianyuan Mountain, but he was sober again. The fog contained endless mystery and great horror. Even those who dared to break into the Eight Tribulations realm were looking for death, and the mystery hidden by the fog. It is many times more complicated than those flowers and trees.

Meng Chuan clearly knew that the endless mystery contained in the fog must originate from time and space.

But it was too complicated for him to understand.

Only then was Meng Chuan sober, and he was far from omniscient.

"Although everything in the endless time and space originates from the two cornerstones of time and space. But the more mysterious the thing, the more difficult it is to penetrate. For example, the flesh of the Eight Tribulations Realm and the eternal treasures are beyond me. "Meng Chuan understands this. Even if it is as powerful as an eternal existence, and is said to be omniscient, it is very difficult to create an existence that is comparable to the eight-tribulation 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.