This time, Meng Chuan did not resist the pull of the Emperor's Fall Era. He went with it and plunged into that age.
In truth, Meng Chuan had wanted to travel to an even older age.
The further back in the past he left a coordinate, the easier it would be to trace his way back later and deepen his own antiquity.
A little effort now could spare him countless years of hard work in the future.
The effort needed to achieve something now might be worlds apart from what it would take to achieve the same thing once he reached that point in the future.
For now, he could take a shortcut.
Later, he would have to follow the proper path, step by step.
But there was nothing he could do. The Heaven-Connecting Land had reached its limit here. It could go no further back.
Meng Chuan suspected that the Heaven-Connecting Land used the power of Emperors as coordinates for its journeys into the past.
An Emperor's power was etched into the Boundary Sea, imprinted upon the Great Dao, and would not fade through the Eternal Ages. In Ancient History, it stood like a beacon guiding the Heaven-Connecting Land.
Only such power could serve as a coordinate for its journey into the past.
That was why its origin lay with Footprint Emperor.
As for why it did not use the Dark Three Emperors, or even Emperor Bone Bro—
They were all still alive. Footprint Emperor was different: he was already dead.
The dead could not come looking for trouble. The living could.
Quasi-Immortal Emperors could not do what the Heaven-Connecting Land did, but if it sent someone into their era, they would likely sense the intrusion.
If an aura that did not belong to their age suddenly appeared during