Countless voices called out across the Universe. Specks of Faith Thought Power gathered into a sea and surged toward the Emperor Sui, mending his body and nourishing Ling as it regenerated.
Dao Seals appeared one after another in Meng Chuan's hands. Endless Runes gathered into Chains of the Great Dao that reached deep into the void, seized traces of Emperor Sui's Dao and techniques from Heaven and Earth, and drove them into Emperor Sui's Emperor Corpse.
At the same time, Meng Chuan searched the entire Universe for any lingering thoughts the Emperor Sui might have left behind. The chances were slim, but he had to try.
The debt he owed for the Emperor Sui's teachings and aid, and the Emperor Sui's achievements for the Human Race, were both reasons for Meng Chuan to spare no effort.
No matter what realm he reached, and whether or not this place was his homeland, he was, first and foremost, human.
Meng Chuan had held out no hope, but reality gave him a surprise.
In the flames of the mortal world, he found something unusual!
It was not a lingering thought. It could not even be called a thought, only some vague, intangible kind of vessel.
It held the intent to pass something on.
Meng Chuan exhausted every means at his disposal to extract a tiny trace of it and fuse it into Emperor Sui's Emperor Corpse.
He employed countless other methods as well. Within Emperor Sui's Emperor Corpse, the long-exhausted Five Great Secret Realms began to stir. Divine light shone from them as they began to recover.
It was a miracle.
Time passed, and at this moment, the sea of Faith Power worked wonders.
Meng Chuan's mastery of this power had risen to another level after the Divine Investiture of Amitabha Great Emperor.