Meng Chuan remembered what Ruthless had said, of course. After all...
Ruthless had not said all that much over the years.
That was, compared with Ye Fan and the others.
Meng Chuan had also told Ruthless that if something ever happened to him, he might have to wait for her to resurrect him.
Nothing like that had happened to Meng Chuan so far, but there was no doubt that Ruthless was now capable of helping him.
Not needing that ability and not having it were two very different things.
The latter would leave an irreparable regret in his life.
Well, if Xiao Nannan's help when Meng Chuan attained Primordial Unity counted, then Ruthless really could be said to have saved him.
Time passed. Ever since Meng Chuan had accepted the Chat Group's mission, he had been making preparations and waiting for the Great Dao Tribulation to arrive.
What he had not expected was that he would wait three hundred thousand years.
That was three hundred thousand years in Primordial Heaven, not in the Shrouding the Heavens World.
Three hundred thousand years later.
All manner of phenomena suddenly appeared in Primordial Heaven, covering the whole of it in an instant.
Blood light filled the sky, purple qi came from the east, Primordial Chaos Mists swirled, chaos churned, Sword Qi pierced the heavens, heavenly thunder boomed, and killing intent flooded the mortal realm...
It was not just one phenomenon. Across the vast expanse of Primordial Heaven and its boundless space, countless phenomena appeared at once, both known and unknown.
One phenomenon appeared here, another there. They shifted and changed without cease, dazzling across the sky.
It was chaos beyond measure, yet it carried a strange sense of unity and harmony.
Divine Springs, poisonous liquid, red blood, and more erupted from the