Monster Yaoyao stared at Meng Chuan, lost in thought. She seemed to have a thousand things to say, but in the end, she only sighed.
"It's a pity it isn't real."
In the end, it was only a world like flowers in a mirror and the moon on water. The Primordial Era was gone. It would never return.
Monster Yaoyao had also sent her mind into the True Illusory World. She had to admit that even from the perspective of someone who had lived through it, it was virtually identical to the Primordial Era of real history.
But it still wasn't real.
"Perhaps the day will come when yesterday returns and regrets can be made right," Meng Chuan said with a smile.
"Every time we're powerless in this world, it's because we lack the power to change things."
"What level would I have to evolve to before I could do that?" Monster Yaoyao asked.
"How far am I from a level where I can make up for those regrets?"
Meng Chuan raised his right hand, holding his forefinger above his thumb with the tiniest gap between them.
"Just a teeny-tiny bit."
Monster Yaoyao was speechless. "Uncle Ling, are you trying to fool me? How could it be just a little bit?"
Meng Chuan shook his head. "I'm not fooling you. Look at this teeny-tiny bit again. Look closely."
At his words, Monster Yaoyao leaned in and examined it.
Between Meng Chuan's fingers, she saw a planet. It gradually shrank, revealing a star system, but the change did not stop there.
The star system kept shrinking until a universe appeared. Then universe after universe emerged, packed so densely she could not count them.
Eventually, even Great Thousand Worlds containing countless universes appeared.
Monster Yaoyao was even more speechless. "That's a crushing