Weisheng Xu was more than two thousand years younger than Meng Ying, a pillar of the Weisheng clan of the Illusion Heaven Clan.
He and his wife had reached the peak of the twelve Cosmic Charts long ago. As early as a thousand years ago, they had possessed fully developed Boundless-class Illusory Gods. They had been regarded as capable of stepping into the Ruins Realm at any time and gaining an Order City.
Yet perhaps they had been too impatient, or perhaps they had fallen into a demonic barrier and failed to comprehend the key. They had remained stuck at that step, unable to truly succeed!
Even so, two fully developed Boundless-class Illusory Gods had secured Weisheng Xu's seat as the second strongest. Beneath the Ruins Realm, across the two domains, he was invincible.
Among Meng Ying's descendants, none had yet reached the Ruins Realm. By all rights, this had been the Weisheng clan's chance.
The greater the opportunity, the greater the pressure.
Weisheng Xu had been a dazzling genius in his life, yet he had been suppressed for so many years by Meng Ying, who should have long since turned to ash. The resentment and unwillingness in their hearts could well be imagined.
When Meng Ying had led troops out to battle this time, Weisheng Xu had naturally opposed it on the spot. But as the Realm King, Meng Ying possessed irresistible authority.
Weisheng Xu's faction had naturally been forcibly drafted, and their fighting spirit had not been particularly high.
Earlier, when they entered the Sun, most of the five hundred thousand killed at the outset had in fact been members of the Weisheng clan.
With his own clansmen used as cannon fodder, Weisheng Xu's fury was easy to imagine.
Now that Meng Ying was dead, he was the