Chu Feng had always been a little unreliable, even more... unserious than Shi Hao and Ye Fan.
As for why, those who knew, knew. Meng Chuan suspected it was "inherited."
Not from Chu Zhiyuan and his wife, but from Shi Hao and Ye Fan. Chu Feng had taken the best of both.
Who said you needed a blood relation to inherit something?
But after everything he had been through, Chu Feng had finally grown.
That unreliable side of him had not vanished entirely. It was certainly still there.
But the changes in him were greater.
At that moment, Origin Ancestor's Shadow said, "Seen that way, there really is hope of taking this step."
"Daoist Friend, your plan is truly brilliant."
Meng Chuan shook his head. "You misunderstand, Origin Ancestor."
"It isn't that my plan is brilliant. The four of them are simply exceptional."
Was this really some brilliant plan?
Come on.
Meng Chuan had merely brought about a future that would otherwise never come to pass.
There was nothing ingenious or exquisite about it.
It was a future once set in stone, then abruptly lost, then brought about by design. A destined future.
And what was the sole requirement for carrying out this plan?
Strength. Strength enough to turn Heaven and Earth upside down, reverse Space-Time, and disregard all logic.
The Sacred Ruins Era's overlaying of the present Space-Time, along with everything that followed, looked contradictory from the perspective of ordinary beings—even Immortal Emperors. It defied logic and was riddled with chaos and reversals.
What even is this? It makes no sense. It doesn't hold together at all. You're just making things up.
How could a mighty Immortal Emperor be placed where you wanted without any power to resist or even notice?
To any normal being, it was utter nonsense.