Chapter 132: Second Level Essence Soul

Meng Chuan first drew a black-armored youth holding a long spear. The youth’s eyes were filled with sharpness, as though there was nothing in this world that could stop him. This picture showed his youth, and he was an extremely dazzling figure of the human race in the past eight hundred years. He was still very young when he went down the mountain. He constantly fended off demons for the entirety of his 300 year lifespan. He was named King Yanshui! He permanently guarded the large city pass—Yanshui Pass.

The demons had tried their best to attack Yanshui Pass, but they failed again and again! Countless demon monarchs died under King Yanshui’s spear.

However, a tragic battle happened! The World Entrance at Yanshui Pass expanded without any warning. The demons immediately mobilized three fifth Firmament demon monarchs and a large group of fourth Firmament demon monarchs for the attack! King Yanshui fought bravely with his spear! He even killed the three fifth Firmament demon monarchs with his spear. Over 20 fourth Firmament demon monarchs died, putting a stop to the battle.

But soon, nine more Fifth firmament demon monarchs led an even larger demon army for the second wave of attacks.

King Yanshui went completely mad.

That battle was filled with thunderous clashes, changing the terrain 500 kilometers around their battlefield. Yanshui Lake—that was more than fifty kilometers long—was pierced through and became connected to the East Sea!

King Yanshui died in that battle! In total, he killed nine fifth Firmament demon monarchs. After his death, even the demons were unwilling to taint his body. Instead, they had brought his corpse back to the Demon Realm. It remained there to this day.

When a Creation Supremacy rushed over from Archean Mountain—over 5000 kilometers away—the city pass had long been reduced to ruins. King Yanshui’s corpse wasn’t even retrievable! Humanity could only build an even larger city pass above the ruins to defend that super-large World Entrance. This resulted in Luotang Pass, the biggest major city pass in the Great Zhou Dynasty! A Supremacy guarded the pass personally.

King Yanshui’s battle completely shocked humans and demons. Humanity confirmed that nine fifth Firmament demon monarchs and over a hundred fourth Firmament demon monarchs—with nearly half of them killed during King Yanshui’s time at Yanshui pass—had died under his spear.

King Yanshui. Meng Chuan carefully drew him. When he died in battle, he already had white hair. Meng Chuan had only seen the picture left by King Yanshui when he was young.

He was a young man, one filled with fighting spirit.

Boom!

Meng Chuan felt his Essence Soul transform.

His Essence Soul—which had long reached its current limit—had broken through to the second stage—Kinesis. His perception domain expanded to two hundred feet, and his aura perception range expanded to a kilometer.

However, Meng Chuan was fully invested in his painting. He didn’t care about his Essence Soul transformation. Instead, he continued drawing and painting King Yanshui’s appearance when he was young.

Following that, he drew another figure—Marquis Wuyang.

Marquis Wuyang was also an outstanding genius of a generation. He had become a Marquis Godfiend at a young age! His talent was outstanding, and back then, he left Archean Mountain majestically. He got married and had children while defending Wuyang Pass. His two children—a son and daughter—also became Godfiends. They became Great Solar Godfiends at the age of thirty and guarded Wuyang Pass with their father.

However, he met a human traitor. The Skydemon Sect’s deputy sect master, Wang Ziru, infiltrated Wuyang Pass and heavily injured Marquis Wuyang during an attempted assassination. Then, having coordinated with the demons, the demons attacked and completely annihilated Wuyang Pass.

In that battle, Marquis Wuyang and his children died in battle. Wang Ziru left with heavy injuries. Currently, he was one of the only two fifth Firmament Skydemons in the Skydemon Sect.

Marquis Wuyang’s talent was outstanding, and his children were extremely talented as well. If given another decade or two, Marquis Wuyang would definitely have been conferred the title of king. His children also had chances of being conferred the title of marquis. Meng Chuan had read historical records, and there were many regretful instances. However, Wang Ziru—who had sneaked up on Marquis Wuyang—was too powerful. His status as a fifth Firmament Skydemon was a testimony of that.

Many people found it a pity that Marquis Wuyang and his children died in battle.

Meng Chuan carefully drew their appearances when they had left the mountain. In the middle was Marquis Wuyang. Beside him were his son and daughter. It was as though the father had led his children in battle.

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Meng Chuan continued to draw. Every time he drew a person, he would recall their story. He invested all his emotions into the drawing. Unknowingly, tears welled up in his eyes.

He carefully drew eighteen Godfiend heroes that had died in battle. All of them were drawn very carefully! Following that, he sketched other heroes. Although they were only a few strokes—and some only depicted their backs—they were all heroes to Meng Chuan. They were weaker. Most were Great Solar Godfiends or even Indestructible Godfiends when they died.

Yet, Meng Chuan drew them. As long as they were mentioned in historical records, he would infuse his emotions into the few strokes he used to depict them. All of them had a unique spirit belonging to them.

Meng Chuan didn’t stop painting this piece of art! He didn’t eat or drink. From night to day, he remained completely immersed with painting.

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The 18 heroes were drawn with great detail. The other 127 heroes were all drawn in the background. It was as though they had already reached the edge of Archean Mountain. Their silhouettes were small, drawn with a few simple strokes. However, each one of them appeared alive.

Following that, Meng Chuan began drawing those who were still alive.

Peerless swordsman Xue Feng; the warm and friendly Xiao Yunyue; Qian Yu, who looked into the distance with a hint of sadness in his eyes. The dazzling Marquis Heavenstar; the gentle and refined Marquis Southcloud; the illustrious King East River. Meng Chuan had seen all of them with his own eyes. There were young Godfiends, as well as Marquis Godfiends and Regis Godfiends. All these Marquis and Regis Godfiends had contributed to the human race greatly.

He also drew the 18 living Godfiends carefully. He also drew the Godfiend disciples he had met. Meng Chuan had met nearly 200 Godfiend disciples that had left the mountain! Meng Chuan drew a hundred and twenty-seven Godfiend disciples—each drawn with a few simple strokes. Every Godfiend was very young—wearing the young faces Meng Chuan had seen when he sent them off at Blood Red Cliff.

Countless heroes fight on all fronts. Meng Chuan looked at the painting and suddenly saw a battle as his thoughts drifted. It was the battle these Godfiends were engaged in.

No one had an immortal body.

Nobody was truly invincible.

Even someone as powerful as King Yanshui died in battle. The Godfiend figures on Blood Red Cliff showed everything. Every disciple who left the mountain understood that they might die on the battlefield. However, they fought a war for humanity’s survival. Nobody retreated. Nobody gave up their duties.

“We will win this war. Even if it doesn’t happen in my life, humanity will one day see ultimate victory after I die,” Meng Chuan whispered. Then, he wrote four words on the upper right corner of the painting—Heroes On All Fronts!

Be it the Godfiends who died in battle or the Godfiends that were guarding the city passes, they were all heroes.

After painting, Meng Chuan carefully looked at the painting. The painting could be understood at a glance—it showed the Godfiends who had left the mountain fighting on all fronts. The intense emotions within the painting had made him unable to stop painting until he finished.

I’m done painting. Now, it’s my turn to leave the mountain. Meng Chuan put down his brush and pushed open the study door.

There was a thick layer of snow outside.

Meng Chuan stood in the courtyard, breathing in nature. He felt exceptionally calm.

After a long time, Liu Qiyue returned to Meng Chuan’s cave abode. When she saw Meng Chuan, she happily said, “Ah Chuan, you’ve finally finished painting? You painted for nearly two days and two nights.”

“I wanted to paint and didn’t want to stop,” said Meng Chuan with a smile. “But I’ve finished now.”

Liu Qiyue couldn’t help but enter the study at his words. She immediately saw the long scroll on the table. She fell into a trance upon looking at it. She recognized the Godfiends that Meng Chuan had drawn in the foreground. However, she could also recognize most of the two hundred Godfiends—that were still living—drawn. She couldn’t recognize most of the Godfiends that had died in battle. However, she could feel how real every Godfiend was.

Liu Qiyue looked at it with tears in her eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Meng Chuan couldn’t help but come over when he saw the scene.

“They were very young when they went to the battlefield. The thought that many of them have died in battle makes me cry,” said Liu Qiyue.

Liu Qiyue looked at the name on the upper right corner of the painting and whispered, “Heroes On All Fronts? Ah Chuan, this painting must be preserved well. If we really win this war in the future, this painting can be left for future generations, even if we have died.”

“Yes, keep it well.” Meng Chuan smiled and nodded.

“Ah, you haven’t eaten or drunk anything for two days. I’ll get someone to prepare some food for you,” Liu Qiyue said as she rushed out.

Meng Chuan smiled and shouted, “No rush. We are Godfiends. I can take it.”

“Alright, alright.” Liu Qiyue waved her hand and ran out.

Meng Chuan picked up Demon Slayer and walked towards the training grounds.

Now that his Essence Soul had undergone a qualitative change, he needed to verify how much his second-level Essence Soul could improve his strength.