The immortals had all departed, and Heaven and Earth lay empty.
Meng Chuan calmed himself, then examined himself closely.
Everything hinged on whether he could erase the other futures.
That depended on his raw strength and his understanding of the future.
His understanding of the future would keep him from falling into a blind spot.
Sometimes, a mistaken understanding was terrifying. A person could grow ever more obsessed until he suffered a complete breakdown and went utterly mad.
His raw strength would let him overcome one difficulty after another.
As for understanding the future, Meng Chuan felt he had enough.
Nearly ten supreme beings had explained the future to him, directly or indirectly. If he still could not understand it, he might as well smash his head against a brick and let the Pants-Off Party inherit the Dao Realm.
If that truly was not enough, there was nothing more Meng Chuan could do.
As for raw strength...
Meng Chuan's gaze finally settled on the true-intent inheritance of the Seven Swords of Heaven-Cutting within his sea of Spiritual Sense.
Meng Chuan had learned the complete Seven Swords of Heaven-Cutting, and this true-intent inheritance had been made whole as well. It was full and flawless, without a single imperfection.
Only now did Meng Chuan realize that achieving his goal—erasing the traces of the other future Timelines—might depend on the Seven Swords of Heaven-Cutting.
A sword to sever the Years and cut off the future.
Of all the Divine Abilities and Daoist arts, only the complete Seven Swords of Heaven-Cutting had that power.
The might of a complete Transcendence art was beyond imagination.
The Primordial Heavenly Venerable, that Most Ancient One, had left behind the Primordial Nine Seals, whose fame rang far and wide.
Yet only the first three of the Nine Seals