Only Meng Chuan remained in the Small World. It was quiet, without a sound.
Meng Chuan carefully examined his condition and felt somewhat helpless.
He had no idea how long his injuries would take to heal. If he had to rely on time alone, it would be a long wait.
Of course, Meng Chuan was only a little over a hundred thousand years old. Any stretch of time longer than he had been alive felt long to him.
"But it's not as difficult as I imagined." Meng Chuan considered his situation. He himself was gravely injured, but his Other Selves were still alive and kicking. They could continuously send him Life Essence from the same source.
That would help Meng Chuan heal.
They shared the same roots and origin, the same vital life force. It could greatly speed his recovery.
Meng Chuan had a vast number of Other Selves. In the Lifetime World, aside from those on the Other Shore, no Living Being could match him in their number.
In the Lifetime World, his Other Selves had begun appearing automatically as universes were born. There were also the Boundary Sea and the Swallowed Star World, where his Other Selves had spread across universes in other dimensions and were making their way toward the Origin Continent.
And then there were the worlds of the other Chat Group members. In Yao Chen's world, for instance, Meng Chuan had Other Selves on every Plane of the Great Thousand World.
Their number was truly endless.
Those endless Other Selves were also an important part of Meng Chuan's power. In such staggering numbers, the boost they gave him was terrifying.
"Still, brutal as it was, I gained a great deal."
At that thought, Meng Chuan immediately felt better.
To fight a Quasi-Immortal Emperor until the