Meng Chuan looked at the Four Immortal Emperors, the two Sacrifice Daoists, and the many Quasi-Immortal Emperors before him. He felt deeply how merciless the passing years were.
When he had begun his breakthrough, Ye Fan and the others had still been far from the Third Stage of Quasi-Immortal Emperor. Now they had grown this powerful.
The few who had once needed to live beneath his wings could now leave the Shrouding the Heavens World and stand on their own in the Boundless Chaos Sea.
With the Chat Group's many Supreme One-level Group Members added to their ranks, Meng Chuan's side, apart from lacking a Limitless One, was already no weaker than the Three Pure Ones Realm or Saint Emperor Heaven.
The years were merciless, yet moving.
Of course, so-called Supreme Ones and factions did not enter the eyes of Limitless Ones. They were not what Limitless Ones cared about.
Having attained Primordial Unity and drawn close to Limitless, Meng Chuan had already glimpsed certain truths.
It was not impossible to use special means to create Supreme Ones whose paths along the Great Dao had been severed.
But what would be the point?
Were there not enough Supreme Ones in the Chaos Sea already?
If a Limitless One wished it, a single decree could gather untold numbers of them.
If Primordial Beginning appeared and took on disciples again, who would not be tempted? Who would not act?
Yet how could any number of Supreme Ones withstand a single thought from a Chaos One?
Ten or twenty manufactured, "dead" Immortal Emperors could not compare to one Shi Hao, or one Ye Fan.
Only those with hope of ascending to the level of a Chaos One were worthy of entering a Limitless One's eyes.
"Big brother, what are you thinking about?" Xiao