Not long after Wushi returned, Meng Chuan's True Body opened its eyes within the Primordial World Fragment.
"Soon," Meng Chuan murmured. The Dao within this Xiantian God-Demon Body had greatly enriched his foundations. With Other Selves constantly coming into being and brilliant civilizations converging in his heart, he was close.
He was close to becoming an Immortal.
Lu Ya had already left. Once he got the result he wanted, he went back.
Although Meng Chuan had been in seclusion, he could sense that Lu Ya had taken something from the Palace.
It was probably the most important treasure Lu Ya had left there. It might not be especially powerful, but it would certainly benefit him greatly right now.
"So you finally made your choice." Sitting within the Primordial World Fragment, Meng Chuan turned his gaze toward the Real World and saw Meng Qi sitting motionless, his face dark.
He had been like that for quite some time.
While Meng Chuan was in seclusion, Meng Qi had gone on a mission to the Black Mountain Old Demon World and obtained the Seven-Kills Stele.
The Black Mountain Old Demon's true self—Seven-Kills Daoist—had given it to Meng Qi deliberately.
Seven-Kills Daoist was also under the Demon Buddha's control, and naturally resented it.
Later, just as Meng Chuan had expected, the Demon Buddha showed he had no bottom line at all: he assigned Meng Qi a mission to kill Gu Xiaosang.
Meng Qi had specifically sought out one of Meng Chuan's Other Selves to discuss it. Meng Chuan could only tell him one thing.
"Do what you think you must. Whatever you do, I'll support you."
This was a choice only Meng Qi could make. No one else could intervene, nor did they have the right to.
His wife's life was at stake. Anyone