The situation surrounding the Great Powers' and Limitless Ones' projected legends across the Myriad Realms was exceedingly complex.
In some worlds, the Three Pure Ones were the Origin, the process, the end—everything.
The Dao came from them, Buddhism came from them, and demons came from them too. Everything came from them.
The projected legends of other Great Powers all stood beneath them.
In other worlds, the Buddhist Sect's two Limitless Ones might be the most exalted of all. The projected legends of the Three Pure Ones and other Limitless Ones might even be their disciples...
There were stranger cases still: the projected legends of Limitless Ones might rank below those of Chaos Ones, or even Supreme Ones.
The Chaos Sea was vast, and its worlds were countless. Anything could happen.
But one thing was foreseeable: in the future, endless worlds would gain a projected legend of the strongest person of all.
Every beautiful, incredible word of praise applied to this strongest person would seem perfectly natural, without the slightest incongruity.
Even worlds whose projected legends had long been settled—worlds that revered the Three Pure Ones or held the Buddhist Sect supreme—might see their hierarchies reshuffled, with the strongest person's projected legend surging to the top.
Such was the entanglement and connection of the Great Dao, its resonance and response.
One could call these projected legends useful, though not enormously so. Yet one could not call them useless either.
Without question, they were powerful proof, a reflection of strength and depth.
At certain moments, they might even work wonders.
During those 130,000 years, Meng Chuan would sometimes reach out to sense his projections and the legends connected to him.
He received feedback from them, and sensed profound karmic ties linking them to him through the Unseen.
That gave Meng Chuan food