Faced with the rebellious Desolate Heaven Emperor, Meng Chuan mercilessly suppressed him.
Did he even know who was in charge?
"Uncle Meng, you don't seem any different from before you went into seclusion."
"I can't sense any great increase in your strength, either."
Shi Hao said doubtfully:
"And shouldn't something as momentous as breaking through to Quasi-Immortal Emperor make Heaven and Earth resonate, draw a response from the Great Dao, and shake the Eternal Ages?"
"Even if I was asleep in Nirvana, I should have felt something."
Meng Chuan gave Shi Hao a look and left him to figure it out.
You haven't even become an Immortal King yet. What difference would you feel between facing me as an Immortal King and facing me as a Quasi-Immortal Emperor?
If you could feel an obvious difference, that would be a real problem.
At Meng Chuan's look, Shi Hao flew into a rage.
That gaze was full of contempt.
"Are you doing it or not?" Meng Chuan asked.
"Doing what?"
"What I've arranged for you."
"Tell me what it is first. The Desolate Heaven Emperor must not be insulted."
"..."
What a ridiculous fool. How did one nap leave him with something wrong in his head?
"What's the state of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands now?" Meng Chuan pointed at Heaven and Earth as he questioned Shi Hao.
"The environment of Heaven and Earth has stabilized and entered the Dharma-Ending Age completely," Shi Hao answered without hesitation.
"Supremes live ten thousand years. Most don't even have a Lifespan that long."
"The days when Heaven and Earth granted long life, and the power of the Immortal Dao, have become legends."
Forty thousand years was not much to the Immortal Domain, where everyone lived a long time.
Certain things had not been forgotten.