This was the most fantastical day in the recorded history of this Immortal Domain.
Not much happened, yet it shook the entire Immortal Domain—enough to enter its annals and leave the boldest stroke upon them.
A supreme Immortal King had arrived, attended by True Immortals the likes of whom had not appeared in countless Years.
Afterward, the Immortal Domain's few invincible Human Dao experts felt as though they were floating on air.
They had actually spoken with an Immortal King. They felt the ancestral shrine—or perhaps the memorial tablets of their masters—must be sending up plumes of auspicious smoke.
And when they learned that the Immortal Domain could join a land of fortune and communicate with the world where the Immortal King lived, the entire Immortal Domain erupted.
They no longer called that place the wasteland of the Mortal Realm.
If a place that had produced one Immortal King and three True Immortals, and might even harbor more powerful experts in seclusion, was a wasteland of the Mortal Realm, then what was their Immortal Domain?
A garbage dump?
Watched by the people of the Immortal Domain and several Immortal Artifacts, Meng Chuan and the others departed.
The people of the Immortal Domain dearly hoped Meng Chuan would stay, or perhaps deliver a lecture on the Dao.
But the gulf between them was simply too vast. They did not even dare raise the matter.
And precisely because that gulf was so vast, when they wished he would stay, they never worried about what would happen if this Immortal King actually did.
They never feared losing their standing.
Why would a Divine Dragon in the Nine Heavens care about the territory of ants?
Meng Chuan and the others returned to the Dao Realm. The God Emperor went to Divine Silkworm Ridge to