Meng Chuan spent three years in seclusion.
During those three years, Meng Chuan took Xio, adjusting his condition to its peak and leaving not the slightest imperfection.
On this day, three years later, Meng Chuan emerged from his small world. The Immortals sensed his movement at once.
"Are you leaving?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes." Meng Chuan nodded. "The time has come. Delaying any longer won't change anything."
He could make no major progress in a short time. Staying longer would serve no purpose.
"Can't you stay?" Ye Fan called out.
"Can you help me attain the Dao and become an Immortal Emperor if I do?" Meng Chuan replied.
Ye Fan gave an awkward smile.
Sorry. I can't help with that.
Meng Chuan stood in the Dao Realm and gazed across the entire universe, taking in every star system and every glimmer of brilliance.
He watched the Dao Realm turn and the joys and sorrows, partings and reunions of all living beings.
"Once I leave, I probably won't see scenery like this again. I won't see this world again," Meng Chuan murmured.
Wait, no. The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands Universe seemed to still exist in the Sacred Ruins era. It just had a different name by then.
"When years have passed since you departed, even fine days and beautiful sights will feel wasted. Though a thousand tender thoughts remain, who will be there to hear them?" Ye Fan recited with a sigh.
He seemed to be speaking of something, or perhaps someone.
"When I return, I'll tell you stories of the future." Meng Chuan smiled and drew his gaze back from the universe.
At his current level, he could take in an entire universe at a glance. Every fine detail stood revealed; not a single corner escaped him.
Meng Chuan