Everything Meng Qi did had its purpose.
But apart from Meng Chuan, probably only Yang Jian and Gu Xiaosang could understand him.
Once Yang Jian and Gu Xiaosang reached the Other Shore, they would surely remain True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao and the Demoness of Great Luo.
They would not become two lofty embodiments of Heaven's Will, but beings like Meng Qi.
As for Jade Void Sect disciples such as Guang Chengzi and Yuding Zhenren, in all honesty, they had virtually no chance of reaching the Other Shore.
Even the True Martial Emperor had died trying to reach the shore in the original story, let alone Guang Chengzi and the others.
To claim that their accumulated insight ran deeper than the True Martial Emperor's would be self-deception.
Born divine, they also found it hard to understand the mindset of Meng Qi and Yang Jian.
After talking with Guang Chengzi and the others and offering them guidance, Meng Qi watched them leave with Yang Jian.
Once the palace was empty, Meng Chuan smiled. "The Primordial Heavenly Venerable really does cut an imposing figure."
"Of course." Meng Qi could not help looking smug. "I'm a big shot."
As he spoke, Gu Xiaosang flew out of the halo behind his head.
Gu Xiaosang had naturally suffered the greatest blow during Meng Qi's ascent to the Other Shore.
The truth was cruel indeed.
But Gu Xiaosang had recovered by now and pulled herself together. She did not look entirely normal, but she no longer seemed so helpless.
"Little Sang," Meng Qi called.
Gu Xiaosang smiled. "Don't worry, husband. I'm not that fragile. I'm fine."
"You're still you, the one and only Little Sang. There's no doubt about that," Meng Qi said. "Grasping the Self as Self already proves a great deal."
"You're right, husband." Gu