Another three thousand years passed. Meng Chuan had deduced the Pollen Evolution Path to a lofty realm and created a breathing technique of his own.
At the same time, Meng Chuan sensed the weirdness lurking within this Evolution Path.
At roughly the level of a True Immortal in the Shrouding Method, one would suffer an invasion of weirdness and undergo all manner of strange changes.
The invasion came a little earlier than Meng Chuan had expected, though it made sense.
If it waited until one reached Immortal King or even Quasi-Immortal Emperor level, someone might find a way to resolve it.
"This Evolution Path has serious problems," Meng Chuan mused.
"It requires pollen, yet you can't rely on pollen entirely. It's riddled with weirdness and the Unknown..."
Meng Chuan shook his head. Serious as the problems were, they could not affect him.
As for the problems people of the Later Era would face, they would have to solve those themselves.
"Six thousand years, gone as though it were yesterday." Meng Chuan sighed softly. No matter how hard he tried to retain a human heart, some things had changed.
His sense of time, for one.
Six thousand years was the span of an entire history in his Past Life.
Meng Chuan shook his head and left his Small World once more. This time, he entered the Boundary Sea directly.
The Boundary Sea was still engulfed in war, but now the Primordial Boundary Sea's side was counterattacking the Dark Race, whose territory kept shrinking.
There was no helping it. Their losses had been devastating, and they simply could not withstand the Primordial Boundary Sea's assault.
Meng Chuan's Dark Other Selves were naturally not going to risk their lives for the Dark Race by actually killing Immortal Kings on the Primordial Boundary Sea's