Ancestral Dragon and Ancestral Phoenix had been watching Meng Chuan all along.
Meng Chuan had been right to guard against them. The two did seem to have designs on him; he was indeed the one they had come for.
"What a pity. If it had come to us sooner and revealed its identity, how would it have ended up in this dilemma?"
Ancestral Dragon sighed, his voice sounding directly in the depths of Ancestral Phoenix's mind.
"It was His creation. It developed thoughts of its own, but the facts have proved those thoughts foolish."
"If He had told us about this at the very end, perhaps everything would have been different. Things might never have come to this."
Ancestral Phoenix sighed as well. "The best opportunity has passed. How the future unfolds is no longer ours to control."
"This was never our contest to begin with."
"There is little we can do now. During the Great Dao Tribulation, there is nothing we can do."
"Indeed. What can we do here? Let this visit fulfill its final request. As for the outcome, that depends on it," Ancestral Dragon said.
"Perhaps He made other arrangements and left something behind. But that is His affair."
It was clear that Ancestral Dragon and Ancestral Phoenix were speaking of two other beings, and that their conversation was steeped in regret.
Yet for all their talk, neither Ancestral Dragon nor Ancestral Phoenix seemed inclined to strike at Meng Chuan directly.
At the very least, they would never attack him here.
Trading both their lives for Meng Chuan's would, in their eyes, be a loss beyond measure.
Primordial Heaven was indeed a fine place, known as the center of the Chaos Sea.
But this was truly the wrong time, and it constrained everyone.
Whatever schemes they harbored