Meng Chuan looked at the figure's back, and his vision blurred. He seemed to see a young man emerge from the Great Wilderness, contend with Heaven and earth, sweep aside every foe, and climb step by step to the summit, becoming a miracle for the ages.
He swept away all darkness and turmoil, then departed using the Heaven-Crossing Step, determined to bring everything to peace.
Meng Chuan saw waves surging, each flecked with points of light. Those were great worlds. One wave rose, and countless worlds were born; one wave fell, and countless worlds perished.
No, that was not right. Above this boundless World Sea lay another sea.
It was vaster than the World Sea below! Then came a chilling sight: across its waters lay one dead, shattered world after another, without the slightest spark of life.
Then another boundless world appeared. In this One Realm, scarlet blood flowed across the earth, gathering into streams, rivers, and lakes. Structures stood upon the blood; some were submerged. There, a man rode a barrel-shaped coffin, the Emperor Sword on his back, drifting toward the depths.
Countless other visions manifested as well: the River of Time, boundless darkness, a sword stroke that split Heaven, and more.
The Heavens converged within that lone figure. Cang set off his greatness, and the Great Dao gave way before him.
Meng Chuan's expression remained calm. He knew who this was. Though shocked, he realized on reflection that it was not impossible.
He had just speculated that the disturbance in the Great Dao caused by the Law-Creation Tribulation might draw the attention of certain interested beings.
Now that he thought about it, who cared more about this Universe than Shi Hao?
Meng Chuan had simply overlooked Shi Hao.
Shi Hao had entered the Heavens to wage war against