This was still an age when Emperors had vanished without a trace, existing largely in legends and scattered tales.
Kings already stood at the pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Worlds. Their status was unimaginably high, and they themselves were eternal and undying, able to destroy worlds and shatter the heavens with ease.
That was all the more true of Lu Zhan, one of the Ancestors of the Otherworld.
Even among Kings, he was a towering figure, above ordinary Kings.
For now, with Emperors absent, the only ones likely stronger than Lu Zhan were beings like Little Stone Emperor, who had already begun to touch the Emperor-Level.
Yet at this moment, the Otherworld's invincible Ancestor and the Nine Provinces' peerless foe had died without a sound. He had not even struggled, let alone had the chance to say a word.
His heaven-filling divine might, invincible Stone King body, world-shaking Divine Abilities, Eternal Stone Weapon, and divine laws that had endured since time immemorial had all come to nothing.
It had been even easier than Xiao Chen killing a Half-Ancestor.
Xiao Chen was now certain that the Stone Crow really was afraid of this senior.
How could it not be?
Meng Chuan led Xiao Chen and the others toward Heaven-Splitting Valley.
Xiao Chen's muddled mind finally calmed a little. He looked at Meng Chuan's back, wanting to speak but holding back.
"Say whatever you want. There are no outsiders here," Meng Chuan said without turning around.
"Senior, that was Lu Zhan, wasn't it?" Xiao Chen asked.
Meng Chuan glanced back at Xiao Chen. "Weren't you the ones who said he was Lu Zhan? Why ask me now?"
"It just doesn't feel real." Xiao Chen's voice was timid. He even wondered whether he had fallen under an Illusion Technique.
Someone who could crush