Meng Chuan saw nothing particularly moving about Meng Qi considering his interests.
After all his father had done for him, what was wrong with the child thinking of his father for once?
Clearly, nothing.
Meng Qi, meanwhile, seethed inwardly. Your father is looking out for you, and you can't even say thank you? No gratitude, no filial piety.
Unfilial son!
Meng Chuan thought the Chat Group's Divine Sense function was genuinely useful.
No matter what Meng Chuan was doing, the Divine Sense split off through this function remained unaffected by his own condition.
Even if Meng Chuan died—an inauspicious example, perhaps, but the clearest way to put it.
Even if Meng Chuan died, his True Self perished, and all his Other Selves were destroyed, the Divine Sense split off through the Chat Group would still exist.
Then Meng Chuan himself could come back to life.
After all, as long as a wisp of Divine Sense remained alive, how could someone at his level be considered truly fallen?
The Chat Group had produced that Divine Sense through a series of operations Meng Chuan could not understand, following principles he could not fathom.
The Divine Sense function, together with his Other Selves, made Meng Chuan's life ever more secure.
It was practically impossible for him to die completely.
Of course, even without that Divine Sense, Meng Chuan's Other Selves scattered across so many worlds of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds made him undying in another sense.
Those who could kill him in Shrouding the Heavens had no way to kill him in other worlds; those who could do it elsewhere had no way to reach Shrouding the Heavens.
Unless Meng Chuan provoked a powerhouse whose Divine Abilities truly spanned the entire Myriad Heavens and Worlds.
But as things stood, Meng Chuan had