Continuous Breakthroughs

Meng Chen made no attempt to hide his talent, displaying all his accumulated foundation and potential.

He had no need to hide his abilities.

He was Yuanshi Tianzun's disciple, not a Rogue Cultivator with no one to rely on. The more talented he was, the more attention and cultivation he would receive from Yuanshi Tianzun, and the safer his circumstances would be.

He did not need to worry that "the tallest tree in the forest is the first to be felled by the wind." No one could topple the pillar that was Yuanshi Tianzun.

Even if he truly fell victim to some scheme and died so thoroughly that not even his true spirit remained, Yuanshi Tianzun could still revive him from Nothingness.

In the Primordial World, there were only things Saints did not wish to do, never things Saints could not do.

The River of Fate was vast, brimming with Fate Power. Every impact was like the great momentum of heaven and earth, pushing people toward an unknowable future.

Golden Immortals could see their own futures, but there were simply too many possibilities—endlessly many. Every slight advance along a timeline gave rise to one possibility after another.

Though the past was fixed, the magnificent river of history held no defenses against Great Luo Golden Immortals. This lack of defense meant that the pasts of all living beings could change at any time.

The present was infinite, and so was the past. The River of Fate had neither beginning nor end; it forever extended into the past and future.

Meng Chen stood amid the torrent of fate, drifting along within the River of Fate. At every moment, fate pushed him onward.

Yet beneath the scouring of Fate Power, the Time Law and Law of Space within his body directly fused.

Boom!

After time and space merged, the Small Chiliocosm underwent a fundamental transformation.

Its once-chaotic time was instantly brought into order. The cycle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter gained sequence; the alternation of sun and moon became stable; even the living beings within the Small Chiliocosm acquired their own natural habits...

A River of Time surged into the Small Chiliocosm, linking its past, present, and future together.

From then on, the Small Chiliocosm gained a temporal dimension and transformed into a higher-level world. In less than a hundred years, it advanced into a Middle Thousand Worlds.

As reflected in Meng Chen himself, his cultivation advanced another step, rising from the Golden Immortal Second Step to the Golden Immortal Third Step.

"He actually broke through, and judging by the look of it, he still intends to seek out a Spacetime Anchor Point and comprehend the Law of Destiny!"

Yuanshi Tianzun was nearly numb with shock. What kind of monstrous genius had he taken as a disciple?

After hearing him preach the Dao only once, Meng Chen had cultivated from the Golden Immortal First Step to this level. Compared to Meng Chen, disciples such as Guang Chengzi, whom he had carefully selected, now seemed mediocre.

Meng Chen searched the boundless River of Fate for his own Spacetime Anchor Point. However, Fate Power was too violent, its surges unceasing. Before one wave had ended, another had already reached its peak, battering him without pause.

Fate Power was not so easily spied upon. Anyone who sought to control fate would suffer Fate Power's backlash.

However, Meng Chen was not trying to control fate. He merely wished to find his own Spacetime Anchor Point and thereby comprehend the true essence of the Law of Destiny.

In the depths of the River of Fate, Meng Chen saw countless flickering lights and shadows. They were the traces left by all living beings within the River of Fate.

As long as all living beings existed, fate existed, and so did traces. Anything capable of leaving a trace in the River of Fate was a Spacetime Anchor Point.

A Spacetime Anchor Point was something that could eternally preserve its own reality across countless timelines. As it moved along the veins of fate, it left traces in the River of Fate.

Therefore, to find a Spacetime Anchor Point, one first had to find one's own traces within the River of Fate.

There were countless living beings in the Primordial Wilderness. Finding oneself within the River of Fate was even harder than finding a needle in the ocean. After all, the River of Fate was filled with violent Fate Power, a force Golden Immortals could not resist.

Fortunately, every living being possessed more than one self.

Alternate Selves were the possibilities of living beings across countless existing or nonexistent spacetimes. So long as something was possible during the evolution of the Great Dao, it was bound to exist.

One had to know that even dreams were real in the Primordial World. Some beings could even attain Enlightenment in a Dream.

The existence of Alternate Selves increased Meng Chen's chances of finding his Spacetime Anchor Point.

Meng Chen continuously recalled his own past: every important choice and every insight gained through cultivation. These choices and insights were turning points that could alter his fate, as well as the key elements behind the birth of his Alternate Selves.

Perceiving these elements was the key to sensing his Alternate Selves.

Meng Chen closed his eyes. Countless fine threads split from his consciousness and spread toward every direction of the River of Fate.

These threads were threads of thought. Only thought would not be disturbed by time, space, or Fate Power.

Of course, demonic arts of the Devil Dao and the Buddhist sect's methods of conversion could still destroy a person's thoughts. However, neither side dared cause trouble beneath Yuanshi Tianzun's very eyes.

At the end of one thread of consciousness, Meng Chen caught a familiar aura.

He focused his consciousness there and saw a vague figure in the future. Then, looking upstream along the River of Fate, he saw that figure's past.

That figure was his reincarnation—or rather, one born only after his death.

The past of this Alternate Self was not that of Divine Lord Meng Zhang's son. He was merely a Rogue Cultivator, and he possessed none of Meng Chen's memories.

Following Ji Meng's orders, he had acted as a propagandist, spreading Ancestor Kunpeng's scandals throughout the demon race. As a result, he met with retribution.

Was I really that irrational?

Meng Chen looked upon this Alternate Self's past, his heart filled with mixed emotions. This version of himself from another spacetime had a completely different style of conduct. He caused trouble yet feared it as well, and his death had not been undeserved in the slightest.

Then let me break through!

Meng Chen gathered all his will and followed this Alternate Self's traces, finding his True Self.

As his will continuously drew closer to his True Self, the surrounding scene began to undergo strange changes. The originally surging River of Fate seemed to fall still, leaving only an immortal Divine Light in the entire world.

Meng Chen instantly understood. This was his Foundation of Existence, the Spacetime Anchor Point he had searched for so desperately.

The instant his consciousness entered the Spacetime Anchor Point, a strange force emerged from it and drew his physical body into the Spacetime Anchor Point as well.

When Meng Chen gained a foothold atop the Spacetime Anchor Point, the River of Fate turned violent once more. Yet this time, it could no longer affect Meng Chen in the slightest.

The Spacetime Anchor Point was like a massive ship, giving Meng Chen somewhere to stand and shielding him from all storms.

Buzz! Buzz!

Meng Chen's cultivation broke through once again. More Mana Golden Flowers descended and were absorbed and refined by Meng Chen.

This time, Yuanshi Tianzun condensed Mana Golden Flowers from a peak Golden Immortal. Even with Mana Golden Flowers from a peak Golden Immortal, Meng Chen had to absorb and refine three thousand of them before stabilizing his current cultivation.