By mortal standards, visiting a place only three to Five Transformations times in several decades could hardly be called frequent.
But this was Tusita Palace, the Daoist Grounds of the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable—One of the Three Pure Ones, a Most Ancient One, and an incarnation of the Great Dao.
Three to Five Transformations visits in several decades—was that frequent?
It was frequent beyond belief.
Just how deserted had Tusita Palace been before?
An entire era might pass without a single outsider visiting. Only the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable and his two Attendants lived in the palace.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn had barely seen a handful of living people there.
It made them miss the days of Journey to the West, when they had descended to the Lower Realm to become Monster at the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable's command.
Those had been carefree days...
At the rate Meng Chuan visited Tusita Palace now, Golden Horn and Silver Horn might as well have considered him a permanent resident.
Complaints aside, the two Attendants still went to welcome Meng Chuan inside.
Meng Chuan looked at them with a smile, in a good mood.
He still remembered their first meeting. Back then, he had still been at the Human Dao level and had yet to attain immortality.
Golden Horn and Silver Horn had already been at the Legend level.
Now, Meng Chuan had reached Perfected Creation, while their cultivation had barely changed.
More precisely, it had not changed since the day they were born.
Born divine, Legends from birth—countless eras had passed, yet they remained Legends.
Clearly, the two Attendants did not care that their cultivation had scarcely improved since Eternity.
What did they need lofty cultivation for?
Even as mere Legends, they were still among the foremost figures in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds