The fledgling Ling Deity Meng Chuan had returned.
Then Willow God, restored to her position of greatness, took Meng Chuan out of the Ancient Realm where the projection of the Wushi Bell hung.
Getting in had been difficult. Obstacles had blocked them at every turn.
But once inside, getting out had been effortless. In a flash, they crossed the endless Void and returned.
Meng Chuan and Willow God stood in this world of the Chaotic Ancient Era and gazed into the distance.
The White-Clad Figure by the river had vanished, as though it had never appeared.
The great bell still hung in the sky, suppressing the ages. Its ripples held all things still, unchanged since time immemorial.
"Your friends are very powerful," Willow God said quietly.
"I can tell they're close to you. They respect you greatly."
For one Immortal King to respect another sounded almost unbelievable. But when it came to this man...
Willow God suddenly felt it was perfectly natural.
"One of them is probably my Heir. I watched him grow up, trained him, found opponents for him, and helped him find his path."
"I have two other Heirs like him. Neither is inferior to my eldest Heir; if anything, they're a little more gifted."
Meng Chuan smiled as he answered Willow God. He sounded rather proud when he spoke of his three Heirs.
Once Wushi, the Azure Emperor, and Ye Fan all reached the summit, he would not even need to count the past or the future.
The Shrouding the Heavens era alone would have four emperors under one roof.
Who could meet him then without respectfully calling him Brother Meng Chuan?
Count Shi Hao too, and that made five emperors under one roof.
If he forged a connection with Chu Feng in the future, that would