"Of course I understood! I'd spent so long 'sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall'—I wasn't just loafing around!"
Li Wudi rolled his eyes.
He drained a jug of wine, looked toward the heartland of the Order Celestial Clan ahead, and said, "It's a long story."
"Then start from the beginning," Li Tianming said.
"Quit interrupting, you little bastard!"
Li Wudi glared at him. It was not that he would not tell him—he was just building the atmosphere!
"About ten thousand years ago, the ancestors of the Order Celestial Clan found the Yanhuang Coffin. Around five generations of Sovereigns began studying it. As time passed, they learned the truth about the Yanhuang Emperor Star, and they also learned that the Order Celestial Clan were descendants of the Yanhuang Divine Clan."
"While researching the Yanhuang Coffin, they reached a conclusion: only true members of the Yanhuang Divine Clan could truly unleash its power. Therefore, the Order Celestial Clan had no hope whatsoever."
"Only the Yanhuang Divine Clan can control it?"
Li Tianming nodded and listened as he continued.
Li Wudi said, "For the Yanhuang Divine Clan to be born, a beastmaster and a consciousness god cultivator must produce a 'dual cultivator' descendant. Yet throughout the Sun's millions of years of history, countless members of the Order Celestial Clan had joined with beastmasters, but not a single Yanhuang Divine Clan member was ever born. That meant they had absolutely no hope of controlling the Yanhuang Coffin and restoring the glory of the Yanhuang Emperor Star. Guarding a supreme treasure yet being unable to use it—do you know how miserable that feels?"
"I do. Those who know, know!" Li Tianming said.
By this point, Li Tianming roughly guessed that the Sun Sovereign could not independently control a higher level of the Yanhuang Coffin. His