For Meng Chuan, nothing mattered more now than refining the Lingbao Body, sending it into the future, and bringing it to Perfection to complete his Transcendence Emperor Method.
The path to becoming an Immortal Emperor was no longer shrouded in mist. It lay clear before him.
He knew how to complete his Emperor Method Prototype. The path was right there.
Refine the Lingbao Body and bring it to Perfection, and he could immediately complete his Emperor Method, elevate his Immortal Emperor Great Dao, and ascend to the true Immortal Emperor realm.
But knowing was easy. Doing was hard.
Meng Chuan had known E=mc² in his Past Life, too, but no one had seen him produce a "Little Boy" or a "Fat Man"...
Other Cultivators in the Third Stage of Quasi-Immortal Emperor might not have had the slightest clue how to complete their Emperor Methods.
Meng Chuan knew how. He simply could not do it.
"What a headache." Meng Chuan sighed softly.
He had pondered the future for a long time and formed many more conjectures, but he still did not know what to do.
Since ancient times, he might have been the only Quasi-Immortal Emperor who knew how to complete his Emperor Method yet remained utterly stuck.
All he could do was gaze at the road and sigh.
Just then, Meng Chuan's body jolted, and a mysterious sensation stirred within him.
Somewhere in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, the matter he had been planning all this time seemed about to succeed...
"When mountains and rivers seem to leave no road ahead, beyond dark willows and bright flowers lies another village." Meng Chuan shook his head lightly.
The Great Dao had closed one door on him, but it seemed to have opened another window.
"If I can't become an Immortal Emperor