Without the many Great Powers at the Source of Time noticing, a projection of Meng Chuan had appeared in the Lifetime World, at an unfathomable distance away.
Projections of the other Group Friends appeared one after another. Not a single person was absent.
They had all gathered together.
"After this, who knows how many years it'll be before we can gather like this again?" Meng Qi, their host, said with a sigh.
Meng Chuan was not the only one who would leave. Once the others attained Great Luo in the future, a single period of cultivation might swallow up vast stretches of time. They would find it hard to remain active in the Chat Group.
Immersed in the Great Dao, they would barely feel time passing. It would be gone in a whoosh.
They were most active when their cultivation was still low.
Even a retreat into seclusion lasted only a few days or months. With time flowing at different rates in different worlds, they would not disappear from the group for long.
But as the Chat Group members' cultivation rose overall, it was foreseeable that gathering everyone together would become difficult.
Unless something momentous enough to draw everyone's attention happened. Like now.
"I shall become the group's watchman," Lu Mingfei declared with righteous conviction.
Meng Qi clicked his tongue, making no attempt to hide his disdain for Lu Mingfei.
Though everyone was only present as a projection, they were still face-to-face. It felt different from exchanging messages in the group—warmer, more animated.
There was more to say, too.
As one person spoke and another answered, a little more time passed.
Meng Chuan knew it was almost time.
"I should go," Meng Chuan said.
"Being able to see you all one last time is enough for me."
This final meeting