Meng Chuan did not turn around. He knew who had come. Only she would come here.
"Can it wait until I become an Immortal Emperor?"
For once, Ruthless's voice wavered.
Meng Chuan understood what she meant. Was there a time limit on bringing the dead back to life?
After her Immortal Ascension to Immortal Emperor, would it already be too late?
"It can wait."
Meng Chuan nodded. As for the truth of it?
He did not know either.
He was no Immortal Emperor. He did not know what the world looked like from that height. And what he had read in books in his previous life?
This was a real world. How could the might of an Immortal Emperor be captured in a few lines of text?
When he watched Little Meng's Fate Instance, the power displayed by those on the Other Shore had been far more despair-inducing than the words on a page could convey.
Besides, Meng Chuan had a suspicion about Ye Fan and Ruthless's brother. If it proved true, Ruthless might fall into utter despair...
But he certainly could not tell her now, "Sowwy, I dunno."
"How long will I need?"
Ruthless asked again. Coming to this place had stirred her emotions deeply; she was no longer calm.
"Gra—no, Shi Hao, the Desolate Heaven Emperor."
Meng Chuan turned to face Ruthless. Points of light shone in her eyes, reflecting him. Looking into those eyes, at his own wavering reflection, he said:
“The Desolate Heaven Emperor entered the Supreme realm before he was Five Hundred Years Old, became a Red Dust Immortal at around eight hundred thousand years old, then became an Immortal King more than five hundred thousand years later. As for how long it took him to become an Immortal Emperor, no one knows.”
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