The Emperors stayed with Meng Chuan, talking with him and keeping him company.
It gave Meng Chuan the illusion that his days really were numbered.
But he had clearly survived the hardest stretch. Things were supposed to get better from here!
The moment Heaven and Earth reacted on instinct had been the most dangerous. He truly could have died then, but fortunately, he had pulled through.
With the worst behind him, all that remained was to heal slowly: the wounds to his body and Primordial Spirit, and the wounds to his Great Dao and Origin.
Without special means, that would take a very long time.
During the Immortal Ancient Era, when the Foreign Realm invaded the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, one of its mighty figures, the Crimson King, pulled a string of outrageous stunts and ended up gravely injuring himself.
He spent an entire era recovering and still did not heal.
It was easy to imagine how tormenting some severe wounds could be.
Immortal Kings, Quasi-Immortal Emperors, and even Immortal Emperors were not easily injured. But once they suffered wounds that reached their Origin and Great Dao, things became extremely troublesome.
To recover fully, they had to spend ages wearing those wounds away bit by bit. Even then, permanent damage might remain.
The mood among the Emperors eased. After talking with Meng Chuan, they were sure the Heavenly Emperor had only been near death and was now gravely wounded. He would not die.
He was not forcing a smile and holding himself together just to put them at ease.
"Oh, right. Bring Lu Mingfei here for me," Meng Chuan told the Emperors, remembering something.
The group members must be worried too. He had not gone online since that mutual destruction. This was a good chance to let Luzi see