This world had no shortage of emperor-level beings: the Nine Xiantian Emperors, the Twenty-Seven Houtian Emperors, the Thirty-Six Emperors, and others.
Pangu, Nuwa, the Three Sovereigns, and the Five Emperors were among them.
But after a series of upheavals, some emperors had died and others had been wounded. Those who remained could no longer appear in the Ten Thousand Worlds.
Thus, the pinnacle of the Stone Kings had become the pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Worlds.
At his current level, Xiao Chen was indeed quite strong.
Unfortunately, the Ten Thousand Worlds were in turmoil. Figures who had once stayed in the background and old monsters of every kind had emerged to stir up storms. Ancestral Gods could no longer get far; one had to be a King at the very least.
In peaceful times, Xiao Chen would have been an overlord of a realm, revered by the Myriad Races.
"Senior, where have you been all these years?" Xiao Chen asked curiously. "And why did you appear on Red Dust Peak back then?"
"I've been watching you all these years." Meng Chuan smiled. "I saw every step of your growth. You've done well—handled everything admirably."
"As for why I appeared on Red Dust Peak back then, you could call it a coincidence."
Xiao Chen froze. He had been watching him all this time?
What sort of peculiar hobby was that?
"I never noticed you, Senior," Xiao Chen said.
Meng Chuan smiled. I was watching you from the River of Time. It would have been a miracle if you'd noticed me.
Xiao Chen thought for a moment, then asked something he had long wanted to know. "Where did you come from, Senior? Apart from Red Dust Peak, I've never heard any news of you."
"I attained the Dao before the Immemorial Era.