Meng Chuan's mighty frame shook, and an air of authority rose from him.
"Move aside, move aside. It's my turn. Everyone, stand back. Watch closely and learn."
His smug delight was plain to see.
Meng Qi gnashed his teeth. Why did an opportunity like this never fall into my lap?
He's showing off in another world now, and not for the first time.
Does he know it's a crime to show off this much?
"Medicine Elder, may I begin?" Meng Chuan asked Yao Chen.
He gave this first Overlord, the pioneer of the path to the Ruler Realm, the respect he deserved.
Never forget the one who dug the well when you drink its water.
It was Yao Chen, our Great Thousand Medicine Ancestor, who had single-handedly opened the path to the Ruler Realm and blazed a viable trail for those who came after him.
He was a great pioneer!
Had Yao Chen never been born, the Great Thousand World would have lain in endless night through the ages!
Meng Chuan's many Other Selves were merely inheritors of the Medicine Ancestor's last will—no, his will—carrying the path to the Ruler Realm to greater heights.
It was just that there were a few more inheritors than usual, and they had carried it a little farther than usual.
"Great Emperor, did you come all the way here because the Shrouding the Heavens World ran out of bamboo shoots to dig up?"
After becoming an Overlord, Yao Chen had grown noticeably prouder. Even his words had gained an edge.
Meng Chuan silently wept.
"Grandpa Yao, why are you spacing out?" A little girl ran over and looked up at Yao Chen.
She was as lovely as a figurine carved from pink jade.
She was Xiao Yan's eldest daughter, Xiao Xiao.
Yao Chen picked