Fiend Mountain World.
Meng Chuan walked on the path of the mind and looked up at the tallest mountain peak. Over the years, generations of cultivators had replaced one another on this path. However, Fiend Mountain remained unchanged. The loud voice on the mountain peak remained eternal and indestructible.
Swoosh.
He advanced step by step along the path of the mind. With each step, he traversed 50 kilometers. Meng Chuan quickly arrived at the limit of his previous journey—49,000 kilometers.
Oh? Meng Chuan stopped. The mountaintop's voice echoed in his Essence Soul like rolling thunder; the pressure was immense. It looks like my willpower hasn't improved much since the last time I was here.
The last time he came, he had grasped the Chaos Hole law and created his Essence Soul formulation, Painting World.