An Immortal Emperor could use Past Reflection to pull what had once existed from the River of Time into the present, making the past reappear.
"You may call me Luo, fellow Daoist," the young woman said to Meng Chuan. "I never expected the Heavens to produce someone like you."
Meng Chuan had seen the illusion that only an Immortal Emperor should have been able to discern. Luo could not help but regard him more highly.
Nor could he hide the power within him from her. Compared with an ordinary Dao Ancestor, it was many times more terrifying than anyone could measure.
She was a living Immortal Emperor. Almost nothing in the world could be hidden from her.
"Fellow Daoist Luo." Meng Chuan spoke freely, without a trace of restraint.
"My Daoist name is Hongjun." Meng Chuan gave her that name after all.
Once his Dark Other Selves made contact with the Weird Race, the name Hongjun would become impossible to avoid.
If he gave Luo a different Daoist name now, then later, should they meet the Weird Race together, its members would call him Hongjun—a name Luo had never heard from him.
Wouldn't that be awkward?
"I never expected the Heavens to become like this." Meng Chuan had known already.
But this was his first visit to the Heavens. He could hardly tell an Immortal Emperor, I knew long ago that your Heavens were dead...
"Disappointed? The place the Heavens praised as endlessly beautiful is now less prosperous than the Heavens themselves," Luo said.
"All of the Heavens lies in ruins. Across every race, only about twenty percent of the Living Beings from its peak remain alive."
"Our civilization was destroyed in the flames of war. Its glory was buried deep in history long ago."
"You came to the Heavens,