Meng Chuan found it hard to describe what he felt. He could sense nothing of the outside world.
He felt as though he were underwater, unable to swim.
Then he felt himself falling from a great height, the howling wind and rushing air wiping his mind blank.
At times, it seemed a pillow was pressed over his head, smothering him.
He experienced all the sensations of an ordinary mortal again.
Endless information poured into Meng Chuan's mind: jumbled, useless information with no discernible meaning.
Truly endless, it seemed to come from every direction in Heaven and Earth, from Past, Present, and Future, from Wuliang beings on every Timeline.
How many beings were there across all those Timelines?
The number was beyond calculation. It was Wuliang Wuliang.
Meng Chuan sank into one strange state after another. One moment, his thoughts froze, leaving his mind blank.
The next, a storm erupted in his head, with endless thoughts colliding.
All manner of forces from Past, Present, and Future washed over Meng Chuan.
He encountered chaos at its most extreme, chaos without a single Law.
Gradually, Meng Chuan lost all sensation and awareness, as though he had sunk away...
Yet several things on his person began to glow.
The Immortal Emperor imprints he had obtained from Shi Hao, Luo, and Meng Hai; the Pollen Path Ancestral Seed; the Life Aura he had carried with him after spending so many years with Ruthless, Ye Fan, and the others...
The Chat Panel drew an incomprehensible power from these things and used it to locate the future Meng Chuan wished to reach.
As for what Meng Chuan had endured, and the series of unpredictable consequences that might come from traveling to the future...
The current Chat Group was powerless to do anything about them.
All it could