With a wave of his hand, Meng Chuan opened a Great Realm amid the Chaos. Creation Essence flowed through it, and Xiantian Spiritual Light lay hidden within. If he wished, this world could endure forever and give birth to living beings.
In time, it would flourish into another world at the height of its glory.
But that held no meaning. Meng Chuan already had enough worlds, so he turned his hand over and destroyed it.
The Emperors watched Meng Chuan wield his Divine Ability in the Chaos, waiting eagerly for his Return.
"Uncle Meng's achieved Immortal Ascension to become an Immortal King. Heh." Ye Fan grinned slyly, as though picturing the wonderful life ahead of him.
All he wanted was to be a spoiled heir who ate and drank his fill, waited for death, squandered his family fortune, and lived off his godfather.
Meng Chuan had been right in what he told Ye Fan's father and mother: having Uncle Meng around as Ye Fan grew up had changed his character a little.
If Ye Fan had known from the start that he was the Heavenly Emperor Successor, he would surely have gone everywhere with his nose in the air.
He would not have committed evils like bullying men and preying on women, but he certainly would have been unbearably cocky.
Add the Black Emperor to the mix, and the two of them would have been utterly lawless.
Meng Chuan had also granted Ye Fan's parents long life.
They had been neighbors for so many years and shared so many New Year's Eve dinners on Earth Star. Even without Ye Fan, Meng Chuan would never have stood by and done nothing.
With the Dao Realm's foundations as they stood now, anyone who registered a name and left an imprint would have