Now that Meng Chuan could defy the heavens and slay Immortal Kings, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Creation Realm, why should he hold back?
That bunch of old, weak, sick, and crippled fools was no match for even one of Meng Chuan's hands!
If they wanted to see what he could do, he would show them!
When Meng Chuan arrived in that mysterious space, every trace of strangeness around him vanished. He was like an eternal blazing sun, shining across the Ten Thousand Worlds.
There was no one there, only shadowy figures and divine weapons.
"Lu Ya! Fengdu! Seven-Kills Daoist! Demon Lord!" Meng Chuan named the people behind those shadows and weapons one by one.
"You do know a great deal." A gourd bobbed, radiating the power to slay all things, as a shadow appeared and grasped it.
"More than you imagine!" Meng Chuan said. "Where's the Water Ancestor?"
"Didn't you kill the Water Ancestor long ago?" said the shadow representing the Demon Lord, his tone peculiar.
Meng Chuan's face remained expressionless, but thoughts raced through his mind. With his current insight, he could see certain things now, especially when he considered what the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable had once said.
"So that's how it is!"
The Water Ancestor was dead! That ancient Water God, who had held sway over part of the Dao of water throughout the Heavens, was dead!
Having worked out some of it, Meng Chuan said no more. He extended a hand and struck at the four of them.
Galaxies coiled around that hand. Wind and thunder roared, and layers of dark universes appeared.
Even in this place devoid of the Principles of Law, heaven and earth were remade beneath that palm, and Dao and law emerged anew.
Swathes of space were smashed into chaos. Realm