Gradually, all the cultivators at the Quasi-Emperor level or above in the region of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had arrived at Dao Yi Reincarnation.
When no more pillars of light appeared, the Supremes knew they had all been caught in one net.
"Greetings, Heavenly Emperor!"
Every Supreme bowed to Meng Chuan. Whether they accepted him or not, they could not neglect the proper courtesies now.
Anyone who stood there without moving at a time like this would be cutting himself off from the entire world.
No one would play with him again.
"If the Dark Faction came out in full force, and the Emperor Light Immortal Kings and Supreme Giants all descended on this place, they could wipe us out in one fell swoop..."
Meng Chuan looked at the Supremes gazing up at him and nodded slightly, though he muttered those words under his breath.
"Mm. Everyone except me would die a glorious death."
Of course, the tens of thousands of Supremes below could not hear him. Only the Emperors could.
All the Supremes saw was Meng Chuan and the Emperors seated solemnly above them, their auras ancient and majestic, cutting across the Years and the river of space.
"Uncle Meng, what are you thinking?" Ye Fan could not hold back. What did he mean, wiped out in one fell swoop?
"Why's a brat asking questions? You wouldn't understand." Meng Chuan indicated that little Ye Fan should keep quiet.
"If the darkness really attacked right now, the Heavens and all their worlds would probably fall. Every hope would be snuffed out."
By "hope," Meng Chuan meant his godson, Ye Fan.
"Then I, his old father, would be overcome with grief. White-haired and armored, I'd return to the Martial World, one man and one horse, spear thrusting at Weird