Archean Eon Art
chapter-33

Translator: CKtalon Editor: CKtalon

Meng Chuan was shocked.

What is this? All I know is that three inches below the navel is the dantian. The dantian is where one can nurture Quintessential Energy. Why is there an empty space between my eyebrows? And this little person inside looks exactly the same as me? Meng Chuan was puzzled, but he also had some guesses. Since this little person looks the same as me, could it be the soul of man spoken of in legends? Or is it formed by my mind and will? Or is it something unknown?

The manuals in Mirror Lake Dao Academy are distributed from Archean Mountain. My Meng family’s manuals have been gathered over a thousand years. My knowledge of cultivation is pretty complete.

I’ve read all the manuals consisting of general knowledge a long time ago. I’ve never seen any records about a space between the eyebrows. Meng Chuan was puzzled. He liked to read. And as a child from a Godfiend family clan, he was quite knowledgeable. But even then, he had never heard of a space between the eyebrows. There was even a tiny person hiding inside.

Although he was surprised, Meng Chuan had an inkling that this was a good thing.

He could already feel entirely new changes occurring in his body.

This is such a wonderful feeling. When he closed his eyes, he could still easily avoid the items in the study as he walked. He opened the door with great ease and walked out. He kept his eyes closed and walked to the stone table in the courtyard before sitting on a stone chair.

Even when I close my eyes, I can still see everything within a hundred feet. Meng Chuan opened his eyes. It was already night, and objects around him looked very blurry under the naked eye. However, at this moment, he could sense everything within a hundred feet clearly. He could even “see” the tiny bristles on an ant’s legs while it crawled on a courtyard wall.

In every direction—left, right, up, and down—he could see things clearly. However, things became blurry once he exceeded three feet below the ground.

The naked eye could see ahead, but not behind! If it was pitch black, it would be impossible to see anything.

I can see a hundred feet clearly. Additionally, I can sense up to half a kilometer around me.

Sitting in the yard, he could clearly sense all auras within half a kilometer. The auras of humans and animals—all living beings—could be sensed.

For example, his father and Uncle Liu’s auras were the strongest in the entire Meng Manor. His father, Meng Dajiang, had an extremely strong aura. Uncle Liu Yebai’s aura was more ethereal.

The weaker ones were a group of people at the Mortal Shedding realm. Qiyue’s aura was the purest.

In all of Mirror Lake Meng Manor as well as places outside Meng Manor… The further he went, the more blurry it became.

Just like in broad daylight, without any obstruction, one could see into the distance with the naked eye. However, one could only see a blurry outline if they were far away!

Meng Chuan’s sense was the same! He could sense things nearby very clearly. If it was further away, he could only tell how many people and animals there were, which auras were stronger, and which were weaker. That was all.

If he exceeded half a kilometer… it would be darkness! He couldn’t sense anything.

Now, everything in the world looks different. Meng Chuan opened his eyes and looked at the various plants in the yard. The minute details within a hundred feet were simply breathtaking. He felt like the things he usually looked at were veiled by fog—blurry. Now, everything was a hundred times clearer! The colors he saw were much more vivid. He could now see many tiny, weathered pits on the stone tables that appeared flat and smooth.

Previously, if he were to look at hair, he would have found it very smooth and thin. But now, he could “see” the coarseness of the hair like it was a tree branch, with many rough spots and damaged parts.

Everything felt more real.

Swoosh.

He drew his saber and slashed into the sky. Meng Chuan looked at the strike he delivered and felt excited.

In the past, I couldn’t see any flaws in a strike, finding it perfect… Now, I can actually see so many imperfections? Meng Chuan muttered. In the past, he had used his naked eye to look at the saber flash. Due to the strike’s high speeds, he vaguely caught glimpses of it no matter how strong he was. He thought the saber move was good enough! Now that he could sense it, the saber flash revealed flaws and imperfections. Its trajectory was also a hundred times clearer.

Every single flaw of the saber art was extremely clear. This allowed Meng Chuan to discover the imperfections of his saber art immediately.

As someone obsessed with painting, his pursuit of beauty was instinctual. He was unable to control himself due to the imperfection and disharmony.

I’ll continue training the Saber Drawing Stance. Meng Chuan began to practice the Saber Drawing Stance. His body transformed into a stream of light as he slashed out with his saber.

Only by discovering that it wasn’t perfect could he continue to improve.

One slash after another…

He worked hard to perfect every strike.

Two hours, four hours…

Meng Chuan didn’t feel tired at all. Instead, he was excited. He felt the flaws in his saber art disappearing. Even under his “sense,” the saber art was slowly being perfected.

Swoosh.

Another Saber Drawing Stance. The saber beam was like a crescent moon. It stirred the Heaven and Earth powers slightly, causing the saber beam to flash in a fleeting, dreamlike-manner.

Meng Chuan’s movements were fifty percent faster than usual. He felt like he was flying, almost as if the wind was lifting him. In a blink of an eye, he could travel more than thirty feet. He stopped in his tracks, but his heart was burning. I sense the existence of “Force.” I’m just a tiny step away from it.

Ever since I reached the Unity realm, I’ve been slicing apart arrows eight thousand times a day. I’ve cultivated diligently for more than a year and a half, and today, I finally felt “Force.”

I will definitely make a breakthrough in a few days. Meng Chuan felt that tonight was truly wonderful.

Every day, he cleaved apart eight thousand flying arrows with the Saber Drawing Stance, seeking to cleave apart the flying arrows earlier and moving the marks on the tree higher. With his feelings being infused into his favorite saber art, and an incomparably robust foundation… The effects of Meng Chuan’s cultivation for the 18 months was actually excellent because he had a direction to work towards. It was probably more efficient than the training the ancient Godfiend, Deng Feng, had done back in his day.

In the past year and a half, he wasn’t too far away from comprehending “Force.” Although the closer one was to a bottleneck, the slower one’s growth was, Meng Chuan’s comprehension of “Force” would be a given if he continued diligently cultivating for another year or so.

But tonight’s transformation made his saber arts take another step forward and instantly touch “Force.”

A breakthrough was naturally much closer.

…

It was still pitch-black. It was fifteen minutes past four in the morning.

The Eastcalm Prefecture City morning bell sounded. Many people who came to the city for business were already waiting outside the city gates.

Rumble! The gates to Eastcalm Prefecture City opened. The hawkers who carried their goods entered the city one after another, followed by laborers. At this moment, two figures were amongst the crowd, easily entering the city.

The two entered the city, and a fatty wearing a hat chuckled. “We haven’t been to the prefecture city for half a year. Brother, we must have fun. Living in the mountains was such torture.”

“Alright, alright, let’s get down to business first. Convert those treasures into banknotes! After we’re done with business, we’ll have time to have fun. We’ll return to the fort after ten days of fun,” said another bearded man.

…

After practicing his saber arts the entire night, Meng Chuan finally stopped.

He had cultivated from night to dawn without feeling mentally tired, but he was physically exhausted. He had cultivated for more than eight hours, and his stomach was rumbling.

He first brushed his teeth and washed his face before having breakfast.

Gulp! Gulp! Meng Chuan held a huge bowl of porridge and took a few large mouthfuls before leisurely taking a bite of some pastry.

When he was done eating three large pieces of pastry, his father, Meng Dajiang, walked into the hall and laughed. “Chuan’er, you are having breakfast rather early today.”

“It’s about the same.” Meng Chuan nodded and enjoyed the meal. “Oh yeah, Dad, I have something to tell you later.”

“You aren’t telling me at the meal table? You have to wait till after?” Meng Dajiang laughed. “You’re being mysterious.”

Meng Chuan smiled and said to a maidservant, “Another bowl of porridge.”

“Yes, Young Master.” The maidservant immediately left to fill a bowl with porridge.