Yuwen Tuo tightened his grip on the Xuanyuan Sword and secretly swore that he would cultivate diligently.
Whether he was the Earth Sovereign or not was completely unimportant.
What mattered was rescuing his mother.
Saving his mother was what mattered most.
Sui Army headquarters.
Yang Su's quarters.
After several days of recovery, Yang Su was already able to get out of bed and walk. Yet whenever Hun Xiu's white-robed figure surfaced in his mind, he still trembled uncontrollably.
That man was far too powerful.
Yang Su had roamed the world with few rivals, yet he did not know that white-robed man at all.
He had no idea where the man had come from, as though he had appeared out of thin air. They had only met once.
Yet Yang Su had been no match for him.
If that man became an enemy of the Great Sui Dynasty, how could the Great Sui Dynasty possibly oppose him? He alone could overthrow it.
One man could end this age of chaos.
Why had such an expert emerged at this time? What was he after? Was it to unify the world? Or perhaps...
He was after the Ten Great Divine Artifacts?
Whether such an expert had emerged for the former reason or the latter, neither was something Yang Su wished to see.
He, Yang Su, wanted this world.
Not just this world.
He also wanted the ancient divine artifacts left behind from antiquity. Each of the Ten Great Divine Artifacts contained the power to destroy heaven and earth. If such power was not in his hands...
Then what would it matter even if Yang Su ultimately gained the world? He would still live every day in constant fear.
Therefore.
Yang Su wanted both the world and the Ten Great Divine Artifacts that possessed