Emperor Corpses were exceedingly rare. Even if an Emperor Lord had fallen, they would still be protected by the Heavenly Dao; no one could possibly seize one so easily.
However, the Underworld Kingdom had existed for countless years. It was a terrifying organization that had already existed long before the distant Myth Era. With such a long history and such deep foundations, no one knew whether they had truly buried Emperor Corpses in the earth and used secret techniques to nurture them.
Although no one held any goodwill toward the Underworld Kingdom, and many even bore blood feuds against it, there had been ancestors in their family lines who, after being injured, had been forcibly killed and carried away by the Underworld Kingdom.
It seemed that every race and every force that had existed for long enough could find some connection with the Underworld Kingdom. It was just that such connections were never pleasant.
Still, no one doubted the Underworld Kingdom's foundations.
After thinking it over, many people felt that only this could explain how Ming Guang had cultivated to such a level in barely a thousand years, unprecedented throughout the ages.
Naturally, experts who emerged from the Underworld Kingdom could not be compared to ordinary people. They had accumulations from their previous lives beyond anything others could imagine. While others were still running from the starting line, they had begun charging forward straight from the finish line.
If their cultivation time from their previous lives was included, then everything seemed perfectly reasonable.
"Ming Guang is too powerful. Among the younger generation of this era, perhaps only a handful of people, such as Ye Wudi, lord of the Ancient Heavenly Court, and the descendant of Demon Master Kun Peng, can stand alongside him!" many people said. Ming Guang had only