Two people who had once known each other met again after eternal ages and sat in the same place.
Both had advanced to Quasi-Immortal Emperor and stood at the pinnacle of their respective heavens.
But one was still alive, while the other was dead.
Meng Chuan said several things to the Footprint Emperor, but received no reply.
The dead could not answer, after all.
The Footprint Emperor's Dharma body was burning. There was no trace of life within it, not even a fragment of his Primordial Spirit. That much was certain.
The Dark Three Emperors were not blind. The Footprint Emperor's corpse had lain right under their noses; if any life remained, how could they have missed it?
As for the ball of Emperor Fire, it was merely an aggregate of Great Dao Laws. It contained no imprint whatsoever.
The Footprint Emperor was truly dead, with no chance of Resurrection.
Meng Chuan turned to look at the Footprint Emperor and said:
"We knew each other, at least, and you once looked at me with admiration. If I get the chance, I'll bring you back to life."
There was no chance of that now, but after Meng Chuan took another step forward, who could say?
Besides, how could they have tea if the Footprint Emperor stayed dead?
Surely Meng Chuan was not supposed to go looking for the Footprint Emperor and ask him to pour a cup.
Wouldn't that be cursing Meng Chuan to die...
Meng Chuan shook his head. Those were matters for the future.
There were things he had to do right now.
Meng Chuan manifested a supreme Divine Kingdom, where the World-Destroying Elder and the other three were held captive.
"Four Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors..." Meng Chuan sighed softly.
Even with his current strength, suppressing Quasi-Immortal Emperors was easy,