Angry as Ye Fan was, he did not dare voice it.
Well, perhaps it was also because this was what he wanted to see.
How could that not count?
"Do you have nothing better to do?" Meng Chuan asked Ye Fan.
"Do you think I have nothing better to do either?"
"Heartless. Utterly heartless." Ye Fan sighed aloud. Time, he said, was heartless in the end; it carried away all who had hearts.
Then Ye Fan left in a huff. Meng Chuan stood there for a while, but instead of returning to his secluded cultivation, he left the Dao Realm.
Meng Chuan descended into a mysterious domain beyond time, beyond space, beyond the Great Dao Laws.
There he saw the Origin Ancestor... or rather, his shadow.
After all, the Origin Ancestor was still dead. No trace of him could be found anywhere. Even by tracing history back to before the Shrouding the Heavens World was created, one could only witness his experiences, not speak with him as he had been in the past.
Only in this mysterious domain could one see the Origin Ancestor's Shadow.
"Origin Ancestor, it's been a long time."
Meng Chuan greeted the Origin Ancestor.
The Origin Ancestor looked as he always had. Thick red hair covered his body, and dead-fish whites filled his eye sockets. Black blood flowed from his mouth, nose, and eyes; the hair on his head was dry and yellow. Grey Mist swirled around him, and his entire being radiated an intensely eerie aura.
He looked terrifying, without question. After all, the Origin Ancestor was now merely a shadow that had gathered here, with no life of its own.
But one had to admit, that look could slay men and women alike...
The Origin Ancestor nodded.
"In this place, even hundreds of millions