The broken Pearl flew out of Wang Fan's body, glowing faintly. Space-Time throughout the world froze.
Falling feathers hung in the air, mosquitoes and flies stopped dead, and the breeze fell still.
Meng Chuan sent some Magical Power into the Pearl, stirring Ling within it and giving him the strength to sustain his awakening.
"Fellow Daoist from afar, what a coincidence." Meng Chuan smiled and greeted the Pearl.
For them to meet in the vast Chaos Sea was truly a stroke of fate—an immense one.
With so many worlds and so many regions of chaos, the chance of the two meeting within a short span of time was almost zero.
Fate worked in wondrous ways.
Meng Chuan judged that the Pearl had been drifting through the Chaos Sea for a long time.
Only after a sufficiently long drift could something with odds approaching zero finally happen.
The Pearl fell silent. Then a sigh came from within.
Meng Chuan thought it was a coincidence. Ling thought so too.
Meng Chuan saw fate in their meeting, but Ling did not.
After all that effort, he had found a suitable person and a suitable world. Now all he needed was time to grow.
Yet who could have imagined he would run into someone of the same level in a godforsaken place like this?
It simply made no sense.
In his current state, meeting a complete stranger of equal standing could hardly be called good news.
What he needed most now was a stable environment.
After the sigh, a blurred figure appeared. It seemed almost unreal, rippling like water.
It was a sign of just how poor his condition was.
Without Meng Chuan's power, he could not even have manifested that figure.
"Greetings, fellow Daoist," the Supreme of Artifacts said. "I never expected to