Meng Chuan's words sounded a little too outrageous, leaving even Meng Tianzheng at a loss for words.
"You can trust him," the Heavenly Desolate Halberd said from the side.
"If he says he can do it, he can."
After a moment's thought, Meng Tianzheng rose and bowed deeply to Meng Chuan.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
"If I become an Immortal, I will never forget your kindness."
Meng Chuan waved a hand. "Forget about kindness. Just protect the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands."
With another True Immortal to control the Heavenly Abyss, Meng Chuan could cultivate in peace for a long, long time.
Helping Meng Tianzheng become an Immortal would benefit not only Meng Tianzheng, but Meng Chuan and the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands as well.
Everyone won.
Meng Tianzheng suddenly took out an iron bow, his expression steady.
He was going to tell them something.
He would take the gamble!
He refused to believe that Meng Chuan and the others, who stood alongside the Heavenly Desolate Halberd and had earned its firm approval, would collude with the Foreign Realm.
He gambled that Meng Chuan really could shield him from the weirdness that came with becoming an Immortal.
"A brilliant conception. You forged another path, and the Immortal Dao lies within reach," Meng Chuan said, studying the iron bow.
Meng Tianzheng froze. He had not confessed or explained a thing yet. How had Meng Chuan already seen his deepest secret?
At least give him a chance to say it himself!
"It's a pity, though. Even if you preserve this Dao Fruit in this way and ultimately succeed, it will no longer be pure."
Meng Chuan had said something similar earlier. Recalling it now, Meng Tianzheng had a sudden thought.
Had Meng Chuan seen through it from the start?
This was