After four hundred thousand years, Meng Chuan had advanced to Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
No astonishing phenomena appeared between Heaven and Earth. It was strange. For an advancement to Quasi-Immortal Emperor, shaking the Past, Present, and Future at the moment of success would have been only natural.
Yet everything remained ordinary, like any other day.
It was as though Meng Chuan had not spent four hundred thousand years in seclusion, but had spent them drinking tea before emerging right on cue.
But Meng Chuan knew nothing would ever be the same.
His bearing was unremarkable. One could even say he had no presence at all.
Yet beneath his seemingly ordinary body, surging power rolled and churned.
Words could scarcely describe the power Meng Chuan now possessed. Calling it boundless would be no exaggeration.
Though the Primordial Beginning Body could not compare with his True Body in foundation, and its advancement to Quasi-Immortal Emperor would certainly not make it as powerful as his True Body, it had still reached a terrifying pinnacle.
Four hundred thousand years. Meng Chuan had never spent so long in seclusion, and his gains defied description.
As for why Heaven and Earth had shown no phenomena...
Heaven and Earth were not qualified to furnish a Quasi-Immortal Emperor with phenomena.
Privately, though, Meng Chuan thought he had miscalculated. He should have added some special effects himself.
"What, do you all trust me that much? I say I succeeded, and you just believe it?" Meng Chuan said with a smile.
"I don't look any different from before, do I?"
"Were you hoping we'd console you, so you could find a chance to show off your strength and slap us in the face?" the Forbidden Zone Lord asked, laughter in his voice.
"Uncle Meng, something happened to Shi Hao," Huo Ling'er cut