"Congratulations, Overlord. You've attained the Legendary Realm through your own efforts, becoming unique across all worlds, with none to follow." Meng Chuan looked at the Overlord, Purple Lightning dancing around him and an air of standing at an infinite height, and offered his heartfelt congratulations.
Until Meng Qi attained the Legendary Realm, the Overlord would remain the only recorded person since the Medieval Era to attain Self-Proven Legend. As for certain others, the world knew nothing of them, so they generally went unmentioned.
Isn't that right, Seven-Kills Daoist?
Whenever someone seeking the Dao caught sight of the Great Dao, it was cause for celebration.
Provided that person wasn't Meng Chuan's enemy, of course. If it was an enemy, celebrate? He'd burn funeral paper for them instead!
"Hahahaha! I have you to thank as well, Brother Fat Tiger!" The Overlord was in high spirits. He had been confident he could attain the Legendary Realm through his own efforts, but it would have taken time. Now, after a fight with Meng Chuan—a one-sided thrashing—he had taken that step so quickly. Naturally, he was delighted.
"Overlord, my name isn't actually Fat Tiger." Meng Chuan wanted to correct him. He was the mighty Heavenly Emperor, yet people kept calling him Fat Tiger. Didn't he have a reputation to uphold?
The Overlord froze at Meng Chuan's words, then said with considerable gravity:
"Brother Fat Tiger, your name was given to you by your parents. How can you reject it so lightly?" He looked as though he were trying to steer Meng Chuan away from a dangerous path.
"Could it be that now you're comparable to a Great Power, you've forgotten your roots?"
Meng Chuan stared at the Overlord. He had never expected a man who radiated I'm the boss from every pore to say something