Cangyuan Realm, the Hall of Heaven and Earth, a quiet room.

He sensed that the heavenly tribulation was about to come, Meng Chuan came here after saying something to his wife. At this moment, he took the initiative to dissipate many soul clones, leaving only one true body in his hometown and one true body outside the domain to overcome the tribulation.

"The Seventh Dimensional Spiritual Tribulation." Meng Chuan sat cross-legged in the quiet room, waiting patiently for the arrival of the heavenly tribulation.

There are many seniors who have successfully passed the tribulation in the seventh heavenly tribulation, after all, there are several in each generation.

The information about the heavenly tribulation is also very detailed.

"The seventh heavenly tribulation targets the soul and the will of the mind." Meng Chuan said intimately, "I am still very sure."

"There is no intelligence record for the eighth heavenly tribulation of the Yuanshen." Meng Chuan thought a lot when he was quietly waiting for the arrival of the heavenly tribulation. There were only a few eighth heavenly tribulation realms born in history. Even the owner of the White Bird Pavilion, it would be difficult for the Emperor of Ten Thousand Stars to see a eighth heavenly tribulation realm. It is naturally difficult to collect intelligence of the eighth heavenly tribulation of the Yuanshen.

The White Bird Pavilion, the Eternal Tower, and Meng Chuan did not find any information about the eighth heavenly tribulation of the Yuanshen.

"First become the seven-tribulation realm, then try to master the rules of time. Let's talk about the rules of space. I'm still far away from the eighth heavenly tribulation." Meng Chuan knew very well that he had not even reached the top of the Demon Mountain, and his spiritual will was far from being under the evolution of the "Space-Time Rules".

"Here you come." Meng Chuan calmed down and stopped thinking about it, because there was already power coming in the dark.

"Wow."

An unprecedented cold mist fell on Meng Chuan's sea of ​​consciousness, and in an instant, Meng Chuan's soul had frozen.

"Is this?" Meng Chuan looked around, and there was a world of ice and snow around him, "Illusion?"

"My soul is frozen, and my consciousness is introduced into the illusion?" Meng Chuan collected a large amount of information on the tribulation, and understood the situation he encountered. "If even the spiritual will is frozen, then I will fail to pass the tribulation, and my body and death will be destroyed."

"It must be persisted long enough."

"It's been a long time since the tribulation ends, but this illusion is so cold." Meng Chuan couldn't help but tremble and followed him.

In the illusion, he was like an ordinary person, without any supernatural powers.

Meng Chuan knew very well that this was a confrontation between the spiritual will and the "Heavenly Tribulation". The weaker the spiritual will, the colder the more likely it was to be frozen to death. Meng Chuan's spiritual will was stronger, but he just shivered.

...

In the vast white ice and snow, only Meng Chuan was walking slowly. His eyebrows were covered with snowflakes on his face. He looked up at the distance, and there was a blizzard sweeping across the sky and the earth rumbling in the distance.

"It's a blizzard again." Meng Chuan whispered to himself, the wind was whistling, rolling countless snowflakes, rushing hard on his body.

Meng Chuan lowered his head and endured it. The wind and snow were getting heavier and he was flooded by more and more snowflakes.

After a long time, the wind and snow stopped.

In a snowy area, a hand stretched out from the heavy snow. Meng Chuan crawled out from below, shook, and the snow fell.

"There are any dangers in the blizzard, avalanche, ice lake... even if you come on, I am the body of the spiritual will. If the spiritual will resist it, it will be immortal." Meng Chuan's face remained unchanged. If his spiritual will could only go to the 50,000 miles of the Demon Mountain Road, the blizzard would be much more violent, and he would feel much colder, and the difficulty of passing the tribulation would increase dramatically, but after all, he could reach the 98,000 miles.

...

Meng Chuan responded calmly without any troubles. What really made Meng Chuan a headache was "time".

In the illusion, there is never an end. I don’t know how long it has passed. Time in the illusion is meaningless. After spending millions of years in the illusion, the outside world may have just passed for a moment.

Here, Meng Chuan's conscious thinking is as slow as a mortal. Under the frozen ice, his thinking will become slower and slower, and he cannot sense any rules.

"How long have I been gone? Thirty thousand years? Or 300,000 years?" Meng Chuan himself didn't know, and his extremely slow thinking made him unable to determine the flow rate of time.

Meng Chuan experienced the torture of time in the fifth dimension of the Yuanshen tribulation.

That time, there was no freezing or torture, but I just spent an unknown amount of time in nothingness.

This time it will be even more ruthless.

Not only will the end be seen for a long time, but there will also be endless hardships and tortures. If the Yuanshen Tribulation Realm is exhausted due to the long time, it will not resist the hardships and will eventually be frozen...then it will die.

"bring it on."

"No matter how long the disaster is, no matter how long the time is, there will be a time to end. At that time, I will succeed." Meng Chuan firmly believes that he can succeed. The "hope" of the tribulation will be successful is like a lamp, shining on Meng Chuan walking in the illusion.

Time passes.

Three million years? Thirty million years?

Meng Chuan didn't know how long it had passed. When he felt that "it's time to end", he actually didn't even have one tenth of the time passed. In fact, the long time of the illusion made Meng Chuan scared and began to develop a little fatigue.

The long time of the illusion made Meng Chuan, the soul of the seven-tribulation realm, become accustomed to the illusion, and even feel that the illusion would last longer.

"Wow."

The illusion was silent and collapsed.

The power that originally frozen Meng Chuan's soul also quietly disappeared.

"Success?" Meng Chuan was in a trance for a moment.

Long persistence ushers in the final success.

"Long" is simple, but in fact, no matter how powerful a strong man is, he will become more and more tired and even collapse in the face of a long enough time.

"Fortunately, I created the Yuanshen Method before I passed the tribulation." Meng Chuan recalled this tribulation and was a little lucky. "Otherwise, the level of the road to the Demon Mountain is only 60,000 to 70,000 miles, and passing the tribulation is really a line of life and death."

Although the road to Demon Mountain is 50,000 miles, it has reached the threshold for the spiritual will of the seven-tribulation realm of the Yuanshen, but that is only the lowest threshold, which means that the Yuanshen world can withstand the evolution of the original rules, and the hope of passing the tribulation is also very low. The higher the spiritual will, the greater the hope of passing the tribulation.

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Cangyuanjie, Jiangzhou City, Mengfu.

Liu Qiyue sat at the desk, staring blankly at a semi-finished painting in front of her.

Meng Chuan and her co-created together before, Meng Chuan painted and wrote inscriptions. However, just halfway through the painting, Meng Chuan said: "The heavenly disaster has come, in July, I'm going to retreat." Then he left.

Liu Qiyue had known for a long time that her husband was about to usher in the seventh heavenly tribulation, but when this moment came, she was still extremely worried.

"Every step forward is a catastrophe."

"Only by surviving the disaster can we become stronger." Liu Qiyue was worried about her husband, and she just sat there blankly, with countless thoughts rolling in her mind.

Two days, three days...

The longer the time, the more she became, the more she was afraid and worried. She had no choice but to sit here alone and wait for her husband to come back silently.

After sitting for seven months, a white-haired figure appeared outside the study room and looked at her through the study window. Only then did Liu Qiyue smile and her eyes were full of color. She immediately got up and walked out.

"Achuan, did you succeed?" Liu Qiyue looked at Meng Chuan, worried that her husband would fail to pass the tribulation and was here to say goodbye.

"Successful." Meng Chuan said with a smile.

On this day, the second powerful force in the seven-catastrophe realm in history was born.

(End of this episode)

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