The Dao Ancestor of today, soon to become an Immortal Emperor, had once known uncertainty too, unsure where the future would carry him.
When people looked at the former Acting Heavenly Emperor, now the Dao Ancestor, they always called him great, steadfast, invincible, confident, peerless, decisive, wise, brilliant, dashing, handsome, and more.
He had no flaws. He was perfect, a god, a saint, the Dao itself, everything anyone imagined him to be. An immeasurable distance lent him the beauty of an ultimate fantasy.
But who hadn't been a newbie at the start?
"If I'd been content with the Emperor's Position back then, none of what followed might have happened," Meng Chuan said, raising a possibility that had never truly existed.
"You wouldn't have been," Ruthless said. She saw him clearly.
"On this path, I've never once seen you think of taking a break."
"You won't be satisfied until you reach the very end."
"Hahaha." Meng Chuan laughed. "You're right, Great Emperor."
"I have reasons I must keep going."
"If I don't grow stronger, I can't survive."
"Besides, I genuinely enjoy pursuing the Great Dao and improving myself. Growing stronger, transforming the very essence of my life—it feels pretty good, doesn't it?"
Meng Chuan had kept advancing for both external and personal reasons.
There was no need to decide which mattered more.
The pressure was real. The future of the Shrouding the Heavens World and everything awaiting it in the Sacred Ruins Era lay before him.
Faced with that, Meng Chuan could not afford to slack off.
And there were dangers that might come from the Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
So far, there was only the Villain Chat Group. But who knew when he might encounter other people and powers?
The Boundless Chaos Sea was one vast forest. Every world and