The Primordial Beginning Body went into seclusion in the Chaotic Ancient Era, and his True Body remained synchronized with that era's space-time.
So when time passed there, it truly passed for him.
There would be no repeat of the Emperor's Fall era lasting 410,000 years while only a dozen or so years passed in the Chaotic Ancient Era, with time in other worlds aligned to the latter.
Meng Chuan could not help worrying.
"Great Emperor, don't worry. Our group's guiding purpose has always been caution, and our guiding principle is keeping a low profile." Meng Qi thumped his chest in assurance.
Meng Chuan glared at him. "You're the one I worry about most!"
"My circumstances are special. Once you're in the martial world, you're not always free to choose. You can't blame me," Meng Qi muttered.
"How many years do you think it'll take you to become a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, Great Emperor?" The Ancient One asked.
"I'll do it as soon as I can." Meng Chuan thought for a moment. "Forty thousand years at the latest."
Everyone felt a little more at ease. They knew Meng Chuan well: he never did anything without confidence and never made promises he couldn't keep.
If he said it would take no more than forty thousand years, it would not.
"Forty thousand years in the Chaotic Ancient Era. Barring any surprises, about twenty thousand years should pass in the Dao Calendar," Zhang Sanfeng calculated, then shook his head.
"Ruthless Great Emperor will certainly reach the Immortal Apex in twenty thousand years. Azure Emperor might achieve Immortal Ascension, but Wushi's chances are slim, and Ye Fan's are slimmer still."
"At most, I'll reach the peak of the Martial Immortal realm."
"That won't be nearly enough to deal with the crisis in the Boundary Sea."
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