Once Meng Chuan made the decision, no objections arose.
After all, this was hardly a matter of putting Ye Fan's life at risk. If anything, it was a good thing.
With Ruthless taking the lead and Meng Chuan assisting, they separated the divine seat of Haotian Shangdi and handed it to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan said nothing more and fused with the divine seat without hesitation.
The divine seat's outward form was a Divine Edict.
Once the fusion was complete, Ye Fan raised a hand and moved it slightly, then let out a soft breath.
"So this is the power of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor..."
No matter what anyone said, words could never make someone truly grasp the gulf between an Immortal King and a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
Ye Fan had once nearly been beaten to death by a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, yet only after fusing with this power did he realize his understanding had still been off the mark.
"All right, stop admiring yourself." Meng Chuan patted Ye Fan's shoulder and suppressed the power within him.
"When you make your breakthrough, you'll be much stronger than you are now with this divine seat."
Ye Fan was speechless. He had barely begun to feel excited before Meng Chuan dumped a bucket of cold water over him, chilling him to the bone.
The power of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor surged through his body, yet Meng Chuan suppressed it with ease. Anyone would have felt a chill at that.
"A hundred thousand years have passed, and everyone's doing well. You've all made progress." Meng Chuan looked around at them. "My Fortune Tea Tree has grown a canopy broad enough to shade us all."
"Let's have a drink together."
Only, the drink was tea, not wine.
With Meng Chuan extending the invitation, the Immortals naturally had no