In the cosmic starfield, Meng Chuan stood alone, watching the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin recede into the distance.
"Shi Hao, the future, the Chaotic Ancient Era..." Meng Chuan pondered. Shi Hao Sever knew him—and had known him even before this encounter.
"How did I return to the Chaotic Ancient Era in the future? Did I reach the Other Shore and trace my way back through the past?"
As Meng Chuan thought, he recalled what Shi Hao had said.
“Immortal Emperors of the Different Unknown who Resurrection quickly and without limit, more than ten times as many of them, and the Unknown Ancestors...”
Things on the front line were not looking good.
"But at least Shrouding the Heavens will be safe for several million years."
At the thought of that stretch of time, Meng Chuan's desire to laze around burned bright.
He was only thirty-eight thousand Five Hundred Years Old. He had not even reached a hundred thousand!
For him, several million years was a rather long span.
Besides, at Meng Chuan's current rate of cultivation, in several million years...
He would smash the Different Unknown side right back into its fountain!
“One step at a time. No rush. The path of the Great Dao can't be rushed; the foundation matters most.” Meng Chuan would not charge ahead and force a breakthrough just because of what Shi Hao had told him today.
There was no need.
"I'll complete my eighth Transformation first, then start creating my Other Selves. I've been stuck at the Legend step long enough."
"And the elevation after becoming a Mortal World Battle Immortal... Would that be the Ten Transformations?"
Meng Chuan vanished and returned to the Dao Realm. Just as he was about to head for the island where he cultivated in seclusion, he spotted the