Meng Chuan gathered his thoughts and prepared to take care of a few things.
Since he was going back, he needed to make arrangements for everything here and leave clear instructions.
After all, Meng Chuan did not know what would happen to this Space-Time after he left, or what form his Lingbao Body would take.
Though he had only been here for a little over twenty years, he cared about the people and things here.
Granted, the ultimate fate of this era was not something he could arrange in advance.
That outcome involved Immortal Emperors, Sacrificial Dao, and even higher existences. For Meng Chuan, a mere Pseudo-Immortal Emperor, to think he could dictate it would be a fool's dream.
But there were still things Meng Chuan could do.
If he laid some groundwork now and let it develop over time, who knew what things would look like when that moment came?
Even if he could not change the final outcome, he could at least make the journey there a little better.
The result mattered, but so did the process.
Still, Meng Chuan did not immediately summon Yaoyao and the others back to give them his final instructions.
Uh, put that way, it sounded rather ominous...
Well, the meaning was clear enough.
Meng Chuan first took out two seeds. One was pitch-black, the other purplish-brown. Neither looked healthy.
They were dry and shriveled, misshapen too. Even their Laws were distorted, as though some outside force had crushed them. One glance said they were dead seeds, the kind that could never sprout.
Yet Meng Chuan's expression grew complicated as he looked at them.
He had possessed these two seeds for a long time and studied them whenever he had the chance, but had learned nothing.
Who could have imagined that Shi Hao