This time, it took a full ten thousand years to wear away Mingzhou's Primordial Spirit.
Meng Chuan slowly studied the Immortal King's Primordial Spirit and contemplated Mingzhou's Immortal King Dao Fruit, gaining much from it. But after ten thousand years, Mingzhou finally reached the end of the road. He could hold on no longer.
Throughout those ten thousand years, ever since Mingzhou discovered that Meng Chuan truly could erase him, his venomous curses had never ceased.
Now a blood-colored haze surrounded Meng Chuan. The laws of the Heavens had become a curse that descended upon him.
The laws of the Heavens followed an Immortal King's every move; his words became law. After he cursed Meng Chuan day and night for ten thousand years, such a change was only natural.
An ordinary True Immortal would have died long ago under a Curse like this.
"You slaughtered an Immortal King. Your future is bound to be ominous! Great calamity is destined to befall you!"
Mingzhou uttered his final words, then vanished from Heaven and Earth.
A rain of blood suddenly fell across the Great Realm. Every drop that struck someone affected their Primordial Spirit. Fierce winds rose, so strong that people could not open their eyes.
Every Immortal King was a peerless powerhouse who stood shoulder to shoulder with Heaven and Earth. When one died, the omens naturally shook the skies.
"What a pity."
Meng Chuan watched the Immortal King Primordial Spirit dissipate and suddenly spoke.
"If this had been an ordinary Immortal King's Primordial Spirit, we could have brought it back to our world, suppressed it in the Dao Realm, and refined it day and night. The Dao Realm, the True Great Universe, and all of you would have advanced by leaps and bounds."
But the problem was that this was