A cry of "loudmouth" rang through the Eternal Ages and across space-time, lingering long after it should have faded.
Meng Chuan spluttered with anger. The stirring atmosphere he had built had been ruined by that damned fool shouting "loudmouth"!
"Did you two not eat?" Meng Chuan roared at the two Attendants.
The two Attendants exchanged a look. They were thinking the same thing.
Great Master, we don't eat!
Speaking with their eyes was an essential skill for Attendants.
No one knew what happened over there. In any case, the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body's screams grew more frequent.
"Heavenly Emperor, those prodigies alone shouldn't be enough to bring about the golden age you described."
"Even counting the Alternative Dao Attainers and Quasi-Emperors sealed within Divine Source, it would still fall short."
"You all think it's impossible?" Meng Chuan asked with a smile, posing the question once again.
"Who am I?"
"I am the Heavenly Emperor!"
This time, no one interrupted.
The Emperors fell silent. Those words seemed the strongest proof of all. They thought it impossible, but the man who had said them was the Heavenly Emperor!
He had always been a man who excelled at turning every kind of impossibility into reality!
The Emperors suddenly seemed to see the future gathering of ten thousand Emperors before their eyes.
"Is there anything we can do?" Xuanyuan asked. If such a golden age could truly be forged, they would gladly help.
"There is indeed something you can help me with." Meng Chuan looked at the Emperors. Some had once been Heavenly Venerables of the Mythological Era; others, emperors and sovereigns of Early Desolate Antiquity.
"But we must wait until the day my plan officially begins."
"What exactly is your plan?" Ji Lianxing asked curiously.
"I'll keep you guessing for now." Meng Chuan