Meng Chuan was not surprised that these people had become Other Shore Beings.
But the fact that they were the first to do so—that no one had managed to attain the Dao before them or between them, and everyone else had to come after—was rather interesting.
It could only be called Heaven's Will. No one could take their places.
Some gaps had been decided by unseen forces long ago.
Meng Chuan withdrew his gaze from the history of the past and glanced at Meng Qi beside him. He was still refining the Pangu Banner.
For Meng Chuan, after all, tracing history back took no more than an instant.
Meng Qi, on the other hand, would need at least a few years to refine the Pangu Banner.
Meng Chuan thought for a moment. His past self spoke a sentence to someone, slightly changing history.
On one level of the Nine Netherworlds, amid scarlet mountains.
A young man with fairly ordinary features, a somewhat stiff expression, and four bright golden stars on his brow suddenly opened his eyes. Waves surged within them.
"I'm going out for a while," the young man said through Voice Transmission to the other... Evil Demons in the scarlet mountains, whose states of mind were utterly unlike those of ordinary Evil Demons. Then he vanished.
When he appeared again, he had arrived at Meng Qi's dwelling.
"Senior." The young man bowed respectfully to Meng Chuan.
Meng Chuan smiled. "You're here."
"More than a hundred years have passed, and you've already come this far. Good. Very good."
The young man who had suddenly arrived was Qi Zhengyan.
Back then, when numerous Other Shore Beings returned and moved against Meng Qi, Meng Chuan's intervention had kept all of Meng Qi's friends safe.
Qi Zhengyan had also kept the Demon Emperor