Archean Eon Art Chapter 482 – Dance of the Saber Under the Moon

The painting’s every brushstroke contained Meng Chuan’s emotions and memories. As he stared at the painting, he felt as though he could see the beautiful things he had experienced with his wife.

When Meng Chuan was completing this painting, he naturally sought answers from his inner self. It had affected his Essence Soul greatly. As he painted, his Essence Soul had constantly emitted a spiritual glow. However, it remained a sixth-level Essence Soul, even after he finished the painting.

I’ve finished painting. I’ve calmed down. Meng Chuan sat under the tree and waved his hand to put away the painting. I think I can continue cultivating calmly now.

Meng Chuan was unlike King True Martialwho had doubted his cultivation path. Meng Chuan didn’t doubt his cultivation path at all.

I’ll let myself get drunk. After waking up, I will cultivate diligently. Meng Chuan flipped his hand and took out a jar of Fire Fruit Wine. He sat under the tree and drank.

When the Fire Fruit Wine entered his throat, it was as though flames were burning his chest. His head heated up due to the wine. Meng Chuan deliberately controlled his body so that the alcohol wouldn’t be expelled. He liked the feeling of being slightly tipsy.

With his body, even Archean Mountain’s best alcohol couldn’t make him drunk if he wasn’t willing

“Qiyue.” Meng Chuan sat under the tree and drank from the wine jar he was hugging. He muttered to himself, “In the past, I could chat with you whenever I encountered setbacks. I could share happy matters with you. Whenever I had a breakthrough in my cultivation, I would flaunt it in front of you. When I was sad, you would accompany me… But what about now? Who will I share my feelings with for the next 1,000 years?” Meng Chuan tipped his head back and drank.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

The Fire Fruit Wine burned his chest like a raging fire. He was tipsy, but his mind became more active. Scenes of his beautiful memories surfaced in his mind.

“When you were still here, we enjoyed our happy days together. We fought together, taught our children together..” Meng Chuan laughed self-deprecatingly. “Those times only exist in memories now… Can I only recall my past memories? How laughable.”

Meng Chuan continued drinking as he muttered to himself.

The sky gradually darkened. After finishing one jar of wine, he took out another jar of wine.

Meng Chuan’s drunkenness intensified.

“It’s said that if both sides love each other for aye, they don’t need to stay together day and night!” Meng Chuan said softly. “However, I want us to be together night and day!

“I’m spouting nonsense again. It’s impossible.” Meng Chuan threw away the empty wine jar in his hand and pulled out Demon Slayer-which had been hanging from his waist. “Impossible!”

He casually executed his saber art to vent his anger and indignation.

In the end, not everything in the world could go as per one’s will.

Some people gave up on themselves, while others sank into oblivion. The strong would accept it and try their best to change the future. However, there were times when powerful experts needed to vent their frustrations.

…

The crescent moon hung high in the sky. The cold moonlight scattered across Mirror Lake Meng Manor’s training grounds.

On the training grounds, a figure could be seen carelessly executing a saber art.

“From South to North together they flew, how many seasons have they been together?” Meng Chuan executed his saber art as he chanted poems loudly, his voice echoing through the night.

In the past, he and Qiyue were like flying birds. They roamed the world together, no matter how long it took them.

“Happy together, devastated when separated. Their devotion to each other surpasses even the most infatuated couples.”

Too many memories.

Days of joy, the pain of parting.

Infatuation?

“He must have realized only he is left to fly over those lonely thousands of miles of clouds and snowy mountains alone?” Meng Chuan continued reciting the poems; his saber art became even more poignant and beautiful as he vented his emotions. The saber art was like a lone bird flying in the snow.

“Alone!”

When he swung his saber

Whoosh.

Meng Chuan felt that the night sky was as beautiful as a painting. Under the moonlight, he could see wisps of light penetrate the void and scatter everywhere. Everything slowed down.

The rays of moonlight flew slower, and the wind seemed to turn still.

Everything slowed down.

The world’s slow motion was close to stillness, causing the world’s scenery to become like a painting. Only the rays of moonlight shone down at a relatively faster speed. Meng Chuan could still clearly see the rays of moonlight with his naked eye. The phenomenon was absolutely beautiful.

After swinging Demon Slayer, the saber vanished from his field of vision. It had entered the gap between spacetime. This move was similar to the Heart Intent Saber’s strongest attack-which Ancestral Master Guo Ke had created back then; they were both invisible moves. An enemy would be struck by one’s saber before they could even sense it. This saber move of Meng Chuan’s hadn’t reached the Heaven Earth realm. This saber move was only his future paramount technique

– Infinite Saber’s first successful move. This saber strike moved between the gaps of spacetime. It was difficult to notice or block it. Even when one was killed, they still wouldn’t be able to sense the saber strike.

This saber move affected time itself. It made time slow down-coming to a standstill—until the enemy was hit. It was only with such a strike that one at the perfected Grotto-Heaven realm would have a chance of slaying an Imperial Lord.

“So this is the true Infinite Saber,” muttered Meng Chuan to himself.

Fueled by his intense feelings and his unbearable longing for his wife, he swung Demon Slayer.

His endless feelings resulted in this saber move being created.

Under such a state of mind, Meng Chuan’s insights into the lightning lineage began to fuse. The Flash Form of Lightning, the Yin-Yang Form of Lightning, and the Wave Splitting Forms of Lightning merged, allowing Meng Chuan to execute a beautiful strike that could break free of the worldly law’s suppression. Legend had it that one could affect time once they broke free of the worldly law’s suppression with pure speed alone…

Meng Chuan continued executing his saber art under the moonlight. His longing for his wife kept infusing into his saber art as he struck out repeatedly. When he was done, Meng Chuan stopped swinging his saber and fell asleep.

Archean Mountain, Grotto-Heaven Pavilion.

“According to the intelligence, Meng Chuan first went to Snow Wind Pass, then to Jiang State Capital, and other places. He also returned to Archean Mountain. He’s currently in Eastcalm City,” said Li Guan with a frown. “We’ve realized that every place that he has visited is where he and Liu Qiyue once lived. They are childhood sweethearts. They’ve had a deep relationship with each other for almost 100 years. I’m worried that Liu Qiyue’s matter will affect Meng Chuan’s cultivation.”

“Although this emotional impact will influence his cultivation somewhat, it won’t sever his cultivation path,” said Luo Tang. “Some Archean Mountain Godfiends are affected for a short period of time after their loved ones pass away, but they usually recover. Yes, King True Martial once doubted his cultivation path, but Liu Qiyue is only slumbering… There’s no reason for Meng Chuan to doubt his cultivation path.”

“Give him some time,” said Qin Wu. “He needs time to adapt. I think he will be fine after a few months.”

“Yes.” Li Guan nodded solemnly. “The city passes are under a lot of pressure. There are currently six super-large city passes. There are only nine Creation Supremacies in the human world. A Supremacy also has to guard Archean Mountain at all times. It’ll be very difficult for humanity to guard another two or three super-large city passes. As for me, I only have a few decades left to live. Therefore, I need Meng Chuan to grow as fast as possible and take this burden from me.”

“All humans will experience a moment of weakness,” said Qin Wu. “I believe that my disciple will recover quickly.”

Li Guan and Luo Tang nodded slightly. “Yes.”

Archean Mountain’s Creation Supremacies were worried about Meng Chuan, but they didn’t dare disturb him.

In Eastcalm City, on Mirror Lake Meng Manor’s training grounds, Meng Chuan was still sleeping under a tree. The morning sun rose.

Meng Chuan slowly opened his eyes as the sun shone on him. He looked at the burning sun. It’s daybreak?