A man who could bend and stand tall again was a true man.
The young Footprint Emperor was clearly a true man.
Meng Chuan did not strike the young Footprint Emperor dead, either.
Though to Meng Chuan, he was already a dead man.
But this dead man had died fighting the Dark Three Emperors to the bitter end for the sake of All Living Beings.
Faced with the Dark Three Emperors, the Footprint Emperor had a choice. He could have thrown himself into the arms of darkness.
For now, that path even seemed to offer a brighter future.
Embrace darkness, unleash the Dark Turmoil to harvest the vital essence of living beings, then trade it for Emperor Bone Bro's Immortal Emperor Scripture.
After becoming a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, when countless Eras passed without the slightest progress, that path could bring tangible gains.
Its allure was undeniable.
Anyone who could resist that temptation and still hold fast to his convictions and fight the darkness when his life was threatened deserved respect.
A Quasi-Immortal Emperor was an unrivaled master anywhere, worshiped throughout the Heavens. Choosing that path took something extraordinary.
"You've become an Immortal in just over thirty thousand years?" the young Footprint Emperor exclaimed.
"Did you take Immortal Medicine?"
Consuming the fruit of certain special Longevity Immortal Medicines, or most of an entire plant, could make a person an Immortal.
That had been known since ancient times.
"Why would I ruin my own future?" Meng Chuan asked in return.
"True." The young Footprint Emperor nodded. It was indeed so.
"I heard from some Immortal Dao experts that you went to an Ancient Realm that had entered the Dharma-Ending Age..." The young Footprint Emperor looked thoughtful.
Then he froze, shock spreading across his face.
"A Red Dust Immortal? A Battle Immortal? Or an