After that drop of blood bearing a fragment of his soul fell into the Immortal Ancient Era, it took human form and became one of the Immortal Ancient Residents.
"That was... Early Immortal Ancient," the Saint King said, looking at the scene on the stone wall.
In Early Immortal Ancient, the Divine Ancient Era had just ended, and heaven and earth had undergone a great change.
Willow God had only just attained the Dao. She had yet to become the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit of the Later Era, unrivaled above and below the heavens, who could fight her way through the Foreign Realm seven times over.
The Seven Kings of the Borderlands had yet to become kings. They cultivated quietly in the Border Wasteland, awaiting the glorious age when all seven would emerge.
Some of the Ten Fiends still lived in the Immortal Domain and had yet to descend to the Lower Realm.
A man from the future had also quietly appeared in this age, stepping into the most magnificent era the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had ever known.
Well, the most magnificent era before creatures known as Lords appeared.
Once his soul fragment had taken form, Meng Chuan paid it little more attention. He strode onward, crossing era after era.
The Divine Ancient Era passed beneath his feet, but Meng Chuan left behind neither blood nor soul fragment.
There was no need to leave a historical coordinate in every era. Intervals would do.
In the end, all he needed was to string past, present, and future together at that moment.
Upstream in the River of Time, the coordinates would answer one another and bring about a miracle.
Meng Chuan crossed the Divine Ancient Era in a single stride and entered an older age, one unrecorded even in the ancient