Chapter 1353 - 757: Starfall, Reversal, Infinite Memory!_3

Chapter 1353: Chapter 757: Starfall, Reversal, Infinite Memory!_3

"What’s wrong?"

Xun San’s concern carried a hint of anxiety.

It’s over? Did something happen to this kid?

Meng Chuan didn’t speak, just hugged his head and rolled silently on the ground, eaten up with regret inside.

Greedy. I got greedy this round...

The cpu’s memory wasn’t enough; the hundreds of millions of split battle clips were about to blow his mind apart.

He had to compress all these memories into a "cloud space," store them by the second, then open up each second when needed to analyze every move frame by frame.

Meng Chuan bled from his seven orifices, busy in his Memory Palace according to his plan.

"What the hell is this... he’s not really going to have an accident, is he?" Beside him, Xun San watched him convulse and twitch like he was having a fit, then suddenly go motionless, and his heart instantly started to pound...

"You damned troublemaker! Ai!"

Xun San sighed, reached his right hand into the "bird’s nest" of his left armpit, and took out a pigeon-egg-sized purple Golden Spot Pill.

He flicked his finger and it shot into Meng Chuan’s mouth with a "whoosh."

"Urgh..."

Meng Chuan squinted and dry-heaved; he had clearly seen where this elder Xun had fished the pill out from.

He was just about to spit it out——

"Ziyang Restoring Spirit Pill."

Xun San said evenly.

Gulp...

Meng Chuan swallowed the whole thing; his speed was so fast, he was afraid Xun San would regret it and dig it back out of his mouth.

"After Breaking Four and then Breaking Five, you can store items in the stellar space inside your body. Elder Xun was just pranking me; he didn’t really clamp the pill in his armpit..."

Meng Chuan consoled himself inwardly.

The pill entered his Inner World and was quickly digested.

The medicinal power rose into his brain; compressing the endless Star Realm battle clips surging out of his Sea of Consciousness became much easier, and the excess effects fed back into the high walls of his Sea of Consciousness, whose gold-red luster grew even more brilliant.

"Saint Xun is generous..."

The effects of the Ziyang Restoring Spirit Pill even nourished the very foundation of his "god."

"Hu..."

He let out a long breath. After a while, the tightness in Meng Chuan’s expression eased.

All the scenes he’d gained from the Soul Shadow experience were stored in the Memory Palace, and he could flip through every frame at will.

"After Breaking Four and standing in the Three Talents Celestial Posture to develop the brain domain, taking in massive spiritual memories like today’s would be a lot easier."

Noticing his change, Xun San leaned over and asked:

"How do you feel?"

His gaze held obvious expectation; the experience of being attached to a Tier Nine ultimate powerhouse was something that even he, a Great Saint, felt intensely curious about.

Meng Chuan’s experience this time was the first of its kind in the Human World, and the only one for now.

Later, when Zhao Linyuan sent more Soul Shadows, those would be of his own experience, and the gap between Tier Eight and Tier Nine was enormous.

"I feel..." Meng Chuan’s expression turned nostalgic, a bit dazed, and he voiced the biggest realization from this ordeal:

"I’m too insignificant. Humans are too insignificant. I went through a war between Tier Nine ultimate powerhouses.

Their battlefield was deep in the Cosmos, where planets were toys in their hands. They controlled time and space, unleashing tens of millions of attacks in a single second, even up to hundreds of millions. The ripples of their clash affected vast Star Realms. I can guarantee that no living being could survive in that kind of environment..."

"Is that so..."

Xun San sucked in a breath of cold air, also shaken by the outrageous scene Meng Chuan described.

If a human that strong existed on Blue Star, sweeping aside all Demon Nests would be a trivial matter.

A Martial Arts Great Saint was, in truth, the peak of the mortal tier in the Cosmos cultivation system.

Tier Seven.

It looked like only two ranks away from Tier Nine, but in reality the difference was like heaven and earth...

"Alright, your gains this time should be substantial, but your mind is currently flooded with information and needs rest." Xun San came back to himself and said:

"I’ll take you back to the Martial Arts Association first. Rest up, nourish your spirit, then digest it all."

"Alright, thank you, elder."

...

Night at the Martial Arts Association, in a training room.

Meng Chuan sat on the floor, expression thoughtful, as if quietly comprehending something.

He had just followed Elder Li Wenshu in touching upon the Path of Transforming into a Rainbow, so Lan Zhan’s spearwork was what impressed him most.

So much so that his spiritual state hadn’t yet recovered, but his body’s instincts were urging him: he had to seize the time to comprehend and learn.

Meng Chuan thought for 0.01 seconds and decided to follow his body’s instinctive urge.

He closed his eyes; in his mind he flipped through the Memory Palace. One after another clips surfaced, and he picked out the scenes of Lan Zhan thrusting his spear to attack Ran Jin.

The remaining resonance of the Ziyang Pill hadn’t faded; taking advantage of his soaring Spiritual Power, Meng Chuan easily reviewed the memories, carefully scrutinizing and studying each frame of Lan Zhan’s strikes.

Two hours later.

Meng Chuan had more or less learned it; he was starting to get a feel for it.

He stood up, reached out to grasp the void, and countless dark particles converged into a ferocious Big Halberd.

"Subdue Demons."

He casually swung it twice, and immediately felt the cultivation room was too cramped to display it properly.

Meng Chuan flashed into the Red Refining Banner. After practicing it a few times, he still felt something was off, so he walked aimlessly with the Big Halberd on his back while thinking.

"When Lan Zhan thrust his spear..."

Meng Chuan recalled the details of Lan Zhan’s strikes while lightly swinging Subdue Demons to seek the feeling, muttering to himself:

"His attack speed was insanely fast. It wasn’t just the instant of the strike being fast, even the speed of the stored momentum exploding inside his body was like a streak of light.

At the instant of striking, everything condensed into a single ’point’, and he blasted it out without the slightest hesitation.

Moreover, while he was striking, he was still storing momentum. That was the true ’wave’, constantly stacking for an even more ferocious eruption to come..."

Because of the experiential memory storage brought by Soul Shadow, Meng Chuan watched it over and over, gradually grasping a few things.

Meng Chuan stopped walking and once again imitated the memory, starting to practice.

He let his momentum flow like Lan Zhan’s, no longer flaring all at once, but mixed into every single strike, neither rushed nor slow.

It looked calm on the surface, yet undercurrents surged; before one knew it, the opponent would be dragged into his attack rhythm.

After thirty minutes of practice, Meng Chuan stopped, his expression somewhat excited.

"Watch a few more times..." He "replayed" in his mind the scenes of Lan Zhan striking. This was the unique edge brought by One Proof Forever Proof.

With memory never forgotten, even after some time had passed, the images of each of Lan Zhan’s strikes were still incomparably clear.

After watching ten times, Meng Chuan compared with himself and immediately discovered many deficiencies in his practice just now.

He lifted Subdue Demons again. One more time.

After repeating the practice over and over, a smile surfaced on Meng Chuan’s face; he had gained various insights:

"My storing of momentum is still a bit deliberate. At certain moments, I should be venting the momentum instead of continuing to store it. When executing Martial God Halberd, I’ve been forcing myself to mimic Lan Zhan’s movements, but they still aren’t natural enough. Sometimes, what suits oneself is the best..."

He carefully dissected the problems, and with the new comprehension sprouting in his mind, Meng Chuan practiced again.

Gradually, his Heart Spirit stirred; it was as if he had caught hold of something in the midst of practice.

It wasn’t Lan Zhan’s techniques or Dao arts.

Unless what Soul Shadow recorded was the scenes of the other party cultivating, no one could penetrate another’s Dao path or learn their Dao arts just from battle footage.

If someone truly could, their Comprehension would be far too monstrous—probably only the legendary strongest Cosmos talent, the [Ever-Ancient Level], could accomplish such a thing.

At the instant he struck, a new ripple spread out, circling around his body once.

"Cosmic Energy..."

This was the Cosmic Energy carried by the "light" inside the Red Refining Banner; he had grasped the most critical fluctuation.

This power was something Meng Chuan often sensed during his cultivation of [Destruction], so he was naturally very familiar with it.

"It’s really a willow planted without intent that grows into shade..."

He practiced again, trying to transform this energy into his Martial power, turning it into Qi Blood.

Gradually, with each move of [Martial God Halberd], he began devouring large swathes of energy.

The conversion into Qi Blood far surpassed Human World Primordial Qi, by more than just a little.

Fed back into his Inner World, the amount of sunlight born was the difference between ’threads’ and ’beams’!

"Absorbing the Cosmic Energy in the Red Refining Banner makes my Qi Blood grow at a remarkable pace, but it consumes my Heart Intent Power far too much..."

Meng Chuan practiced while murmuring.

According to Senior Li’s teachings, Heart Intent is the key to grasping energy fluctuations.

It mustn’t be scattered at random, but extraordinarily focused, sensing everything within and without the body.

Now, Meng Chuan also noticed that with his Spiritual Power already heavily damaged during the day, just capturing the energy within the banner and practicing Martial God Halberd three times was enough to make him feel overstretched.

"Since I’m tired, I need to rest."

Meng Chuan sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing, the lingering effects of the Purple Sun Pill nourishing his brain.

Like surging tides, it constantly washed away those chaotic neurotransmitters, allowing his mind to relax.

Recalling the state Li Wenshu had guided him into, Meng Chuan gradually found the feeling again.

He once more entered the "observer" perspective, like a celestial body among the stars.

In silence, he used his perception to quietly observe everything within and without, naturally radiating Spiritual ripples.

His state emptied out further and further.

"Hm...?"

When he came back to himself and exited that state of void self and no objects.

Meng Chuan was surprised to find that his Heart Intent had completely recovered, once again vibrant and full of vitality.

"How long has passed?"

He imitated Lan Zhan’s method of sensing the outside world; gradually, time was no longer some abstract concept hard to perceive.

Under the feedback of Heart Intent, it condensed into a special wave, rippling through his heart.

"Only half an hour?"