Meng Chuan watched Meng Qi lift the Overlord's Absolute Blade and charge toward the Fusang Ancient Tree.
At the same time, glassy Immortal Light blazed in the west, illuminating the ten directions and nine realms with a dazzling glare.
"Couldn't wait any longer?" Meng Chuan murmured. He knows I've appeared, and he still dares to make such a spectacle.
Does he know who's the Lord of this world right now?
Does he know how much he weighs?
Outrageous! The nerve! The sheer audacity!
Wouldn't you agree, Heavenly Venerable?
Meng Chuan gazed at the otherworldly paradise before him, alive with birdsong and flowers, and at the ancient, unadorned Dao Palace where the Great Dao felt utterly natural. In his heart, he was indignant on behalf of the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable.
That Lamp-Burning Buddha thinks a little seniority means he can show you no respect at all.
While you're the Lord, he still dares to cause light pollution.
If it were me, I'd open the Eight Trigrams Furnace, toss him in, and refine him into flying ash.
The sheer audacity.
Indeed, the little matter Meng Chuan had mentioned to Meng Qi was a visit to the Tusita Palace.
Lamp-Burning Buddha might not know who the Lord of this world was at this point in time, but Meng Chuan certainly did.
Of course he had to meet the one calling the shots.
Besides, Meng Chuan had some questions he needed the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable to answer.
Creak.
The doors of the Tusita Palace opened, and two heads poked out.
Two familiar heads.
They belonged to two of the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable's constant companions: his attendants, Golden Horn and Silver Horn.
"Master, the Great Master asked us to invite you in," Golden Horn said, looking up at him. Beside him, Silver Horn nodded nonstop.