How many ages and eras had passed between the Emperor's Fall Era and the Chaotic Ancient Era?
Hardly anyone in the entire Boundary Sea could count them all.
That was one reason Meng Chuan had chosen to lay his plans at intervals rather than leave a Soul Clone in every age.
Besides being unnecessary, the span of time was simply too vast.
Leaving a Soul Clone and blood in every age would have meant splitting off countless Soul Clones, damaging Meng Chuan's own soul.
One after another, Meng Chuan's Soul Clones left their marks in the past, becoming anchors, becoming coordinates.
Through the reincarnations of the Eternal Ages, all were one man: me.
Not every Soul Clone had grown into a Peak Immortal King like the Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King.
Some were stronger than him, yet even they could not escape death.
When the Dark Turmoil erupted, no one could escape.
Others had reached only Quasi-Immortal King or True Immortal before falling for various reasons.
Some Soul Clones had died young before they could even become immortals.
Nothing was certain. Without Meng Chuan's memories, any manner of misfortune could befall these Soul Clones.
One might kill a True Immortal's child and be struck down on the spot.
Another might stray into a forbidden land and be killed outright.
Anything could happen.
On the whole, though, more Soul Clones had managed to grow powerful.
But whether they had grown powerful or been cut down young, so long as they had been born and lived in that age,
Meng Chuan's purpose had been achieved.
He did not need these Soul Clones to be strong. He could not reclaim them, so however strong they became, it would do him no good.
As for cultivation insights, he had an endless supply of