At Meng Chuan's words, the crowd erupted into another round of celebration.
They had heard of the Immortal Dao Assembly, but the Immortal King Dharma Assembly was a first.
What a novelty.
Unfortunately, for most people, two thousand years was a very, very long time to wait.
Now that Meng Chuan had become an Immortal King and brought blessings to the world, the number of cultivators would naturally grow greatly in the years ahead.
Surely a great many people would live to see that day.
Besides, Amitabha Buddha had waited centuries before holding the Minor Immortal Dao Assembly. People thought it only reasonable to wait two thousand years for the Heavenly Emperor's Immortal King Dharma Assembly.
In any case, for the teeming masses, however vast heaven and earth might be, nothing mattered more than putting food on the table.
When all was said and done, it was the cultivators who eagerly awaited that day.
Beidou, Eastern Wasteland.
Meng Chuan walked alone across the land, seeing much along the way.
Countless heroes had been born here, and figures who could summon wind and clouds had risen from its soil.
Countless others had stained it with their blood and breathed their last upon it.
Having reached this level, Meng Chuan could gaze through the River of Time at a glance. Everything that had happened here stood vivid before his eyes.
The mighty fought great battles, and Heavenly Prodigies vied for supremacy.
Great stars shifted and became primordial matter. Time kept flowing backward, and that matter became continents drifting through chaos.
This was the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands of the Chaotic Ancient Era: nine heavens and ten lands, the very source of its name.
Ancient history unfolded beside him. He stepped into it, and though they seemed to mingle, a clear