After Shi Hao submitted his three-person mission, his system panel began to glow.
Streams of information slowly flowed out of the panel and took human form.
The esteemed Emperor Emeritus had arrived in the Foreign Realm, a land loyal to him!
"Uncle Meng?" Shi Hao stared in astonishment. He had never expected Meng Chuan to come out of his panel.
So his trip to the Foreign Realm really had been a taxi run.
He had delivered the Little Wooden Horse, and now he had brought Uncle Meng along as a passenger.
Meng Chuan looked at Shi Hao and nodded.
"Well done."
Desolate, a warrior from the Nine Heavens, had ventured deep into the Foreign Realm with one man and one horse, brilliantly completing his mission to infi(lay waste to)trate the enemy's rear.
"You really do love ordering me around," Shi Hao muttered.
"What do you mean, ordering you around? If you hadn't come to the Foreign Realm, would you have had this fantastical adventure?" Meng Chuan felt that Shi Hao's thinking had taken a dangerous slide.
He would have to strengthen Shi Hao's ideological education when they returned.
"Fellow Daoist Gu Ancestor." Meng Chuan greeted Gu Ancestor.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan."
Fragments of Space-Time danced around Gu Ancestor. As a layer of concealment fell away, he revealed his true appearance.
His flesh was full and lustrous instead of withered. His once-short frame stood tall, radiant from head to toe, with light flowing along every strand of hair.
This was Gu Ancestor's true form.
What Shi Hao could not sense was that, in his old-man guise, Gu Ancestor's Origin had appeared grievously wounded.
Now his Origin was whole and unblemished, powerful to the extreme.
"Fellow Daoist, your mastery of Space-Time is beyond compare," Meng Chuan praised.
Gu Ancestor controlled time and space,