Meng Chuan returned to the Ancient Realm where he had first appeared when he arrived in Emperor's Fall.
He had crossed countless mountains and rivers, only to return to the place where it had all begun.
But when Meng Chuan left, he had been a mere cultivator of the Human Dao. Now he returned as a Battle Immortal.
He stood upon the highest peak, looking down on the assembled immortals.
This Ancient Realm was vastly different from before, yet it seemed unchanged.
Year after year, the flowers looked the same; age after age, the people changed.
People changed. Heaven and Earth remained the same.
Meng Chuan traveled through the realm and found that many people he had known in his youth—those who had never challenged him—were gone.
As for where they had gone, he only had to look down.
The boundless yellow earth was their final resting place.
And why specify those who had never challenged him?
Because those who had challenged him had been beaten to death back then.
Take the sole Heavenly Son of the Heavens lineage, who claimed he had been born to rule this age, stand above all others, and sweep through Past, Present, and Future.
He had indeed been an outstanding young man. In innate talent alone, he was the finest living being Meng Chuan had ever met apart from himself.
Unfortunately, his arrogance knew no bounds.
The last person who had dared act that arrogant before Meng Chuan was an old fellow named An Lan.
And what had become of An Lan?
He had been refined into pills and eaten by some Immortal King or other.
The sole Heavenly Son also had an exceptionally tyrannical nature. Born into a supreme power like the Heavens lineage, he was used to throwing his weight around. With