The Dao Venerable had come to discuss that agreement with Meng Chuan, and nothing more.
There was no need to mention where the Dao Venerable's true body was now, or what he was doing.
Though the two had crossed paths in an undetermined space-time, they were hardly close friends.
At their level, unless their Great Daos aligned or they spent endless years together, becoming close friends was all but impossible.
So once the Dao Venerable had said what needed saying, he fell silent, as though he were not there.
Meng Chuan closed his eyes slightly. The endless Timelines grew still and settled deep within his Heart Sea.
He understood everything now.
Of course, the Dao Venerable bearing Hongjun's name for Meng Chuan did not mean Meng Chuan was Hongjun reincarnated, or anything of the sort.
Meng Chuan was simply Meng Chuan. His True Spirit had its own beginning; he had no Great Power in a Past Life.
Nor had any Great Being named Hongjun, a supposed teacher of the Three Pure Ones, ever existed in the Boundless Chaos Sea.
Meng Chuan had investigated this back when he was a Great Luo. The insight that had arisen during his exchange with the Dao Venerable had only confirmed it further.
Meng Chuan then looked toward the Origin Ancestor.
Calling him the Origin Ancestor was not quite accurate. What had appeared was only a shadow of him.
The Origin Ancestor himself remained dead.
Ordinarily, if a deceased Near-Limitless Being—one who had even possessed Limitless power—gave rise to a shadow, he ought to have come back to life. He might as well be considered alive.
But the Origin Ancestor's circumstances were far from ordinary. They were so peculiar that his shadow remained while he himself was still dead.
"I've been to the Primordial Heaven,