Forty thousand years in the Chaotic Ancient Era was not long for beings at the level of Immortal Kings and Quasi-Immortal Emperors.
It could even be called fleeting.
If turmoil had not been imminent, an Immortal King might have spent hundreds of thousands of years in a single seclusion.
For the Dark Three Emperors and the World-Destroying Elder across the Boundary Sea, a nap—or pondering a single matter—could take more than forty thousand years.
But for Meng Chuan, and for the Chat Group, it was an unimaginably long time...
Meng Chuan himself had lived only a little over a hundred thousand years in the Dao Calendar.
Who knew what the Chat Group might have become in forty thousand years?
Meng Chuan summoned the Chat Panel. Rather than enter the Chat Group at once, he gazed at the panel for a while.
Ever since the panel had appeared when he attained the Dao and became a Great Emperor, it had occupied an important place in his life.
Of course, ninety-nine percent of the credit for how quickly Meng Chuan had achieved all this belonged to his own effort and sweat.
But the Chat Group deserved at least a tiny bit of credit too.
Meng Chuan would remember that.
Even with his Quasi-Immortal Emperor cultivation, however, he could discern nothing unusual about the panel. As before, he could not fathom its depths or origins.
Meng Chuan shook his head. It seemed a Quasi-Immortal Emperor still was not enough.
If a Quasi-Immortal Emperor was not enough, then he would become an Immortal Emperor. If that was not enough, he would reach Sacrificial Dao.
One day, he would learn the truth about the Chat Group.
Was it benevolent or malevolent?
Good or bad?
Meng Chuan entered the Chat Group and sent everyone a message.