After the Emperors finished discussing the Dao, they went their separate ways. Meng Chuan asked his two attendants and two friends to stay behind.
Apart from those four, everyone else was, at the very least, a bona fide Great Emperor standing at the peak of the Human Dao Realm.
If the four felt left behind, Mentor Meng had a duty to help them!
Meng Chuan spoke with all four. His two attendants needed little reassurance; given their temperaments, they would not dwell on it.
Had anyone ever seen Golden Horn or Silver Horn unhappy because they had reached only the Legendary Realm?
Forget the Legendary Realm—even if Golden Horn and Silver Horn had only attained Dharmakaya, no one would lay a hand on them. Even schemes between those on the Other Shore rarely dragged them in.
Scheming against an attendant? How beneath you!
Don't go around telling people you're on the Other Shore!
Attendants were attendants. They did not earn their keep through cultivation.
As for Ji Lianxing and Jiang Daoran, Mentor Meng's counsel brought them both to a sudden, thorough understanding, and they let go of their impatience.
Becoming an emperor ten or twenty thousand years earlier or later made no difference at all to becoming an Immortal.
Of the Red Dust Immortals in the original story, Wushi, the one closest in age to Ye Fan, was still over a hundred thousand years older than him.
Yet Ye Fan had not fallen behind them.
A quick start did not mean staying ahead forever.
Of course, that did not apply to Brother Meng. Meng Chuan was a man who had been fast all the way!
After the four left, Meng Chuan was alone in Source Castle. He recalled the Emperors' discourses and smiled.
"Every Great Emperor had something unique about