Meng Chuan gave Zhang Sanfeng a Dao Realm account, allowing him to log in freely without spending Points and browse every Scripture in the Myriad Heavens Tower without meeting any Permissions requirements.
Then Zhang Sanfeng descended to the Lower Realm. This region did not suit him, and he had not come to the Shrouding the Heavens World just to make himself known to the Emperors.
His battlefield lay below, in a Golden Age blooming like a brocade of flowers and blazing like oil poured onto a fire.
He would use this Golden Age to forge his dazzling Dao Fruit!
For now, though, Zhang Sanfeng was level ninety, while the other Heavenly Prodigies were all in the Saint realm. He would have to wait before he could fight battle after exhilarating battle.
More importantly, Zhang Sanfeng needed that time to deepen and strengthen himself.
Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors returned to their youth were a little too monstrous...
Meng Chuan watched Zhang Sanfeng depart, his hair snowy white and his long white beard floating behind him. The old man was heading into the dazzling Mortal World to contend with countless Heavenly Prodigies, his blood burning with passion.
But something about the sight still looked strange.
"A retiree starting a new career," Meng Chuan muttered. "I'm tearing up."
"Heavenly Emperor, what did you say?" The Great Accomplishment Sacred Body glanced at Meng Chuan in puzzlement. "You're about a thousand times older than Zhang Sanfeng. Why are you calling him an old man?"
Meng Chuan stiffened. Only one phrase from the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body echoed through his mind.
A thousand times older... A thousand times...
Then why do I always feel like Zhang Sanfeng is older than me?
Is it because I'm still young at heart?
"That's a little strange." The Azure