This fat Daoist, so this was what he was after all along.
Zhang Huan knew the whole story and gazed at Duan De with dark, deep eyes.
He wanted to make Zhang Huan a scapegoat and shake off the karma of the Human Emperor Banner.
After all, Duan De hid too many secrets, and furthermore, he was even less willing to get involved in the so-called fatalistic talk of the Human Emperor Banner.
In the eyes of the world, these two halves of the imperial weapon had been like cursed objects ever since that immortal sword cut them apart.
It was as if the unyielding will and legacy of the Divine Emperor were contained within them, causing them to invariably choose two of the most outstanding proud sons of heaven in every era.
They passed down the Divine Emperor's immortal scripture, letting their inheritors fight on behalf of the Divine Emperor once more in the hope of recreating his past glory and might.
Legend had it that they were damaged and flawed after being shattered, and even their deities had split into two, each fighting their own battles; thus, the immortal scripture passed down was incomplete, with only one half, while the other half remained in the hands of the other party.
It was precisely this incomplete immortal scripture that had forged countless supreme experts over these long years, with even quasi-emperors being far from rare.
Some guessed that once this immortal scripture became whole one day, it might truly be able to elucidate the secret of why the Divine Emperor was so powerful, creating a human prodigy comparable to him.
In order to obtain the other part of the immortal scripture, the proud sons of heaven fell into a mutual cycle of reincarnation and destiny, becoming infatuated with it