At the level he could reach, he had originally thought Uncle Ye was merely a powerful god, at most a God King. That had already been the highest estimate in his heart; no matter what rank of god it was, they were already unimaginably powerful to him.
But now he discovered that Uncle Ye from his memories was no god at all. He stood completely above countless others, an Emperor Lord who had existed since time immemorial and swept all before him.
That kind of majesty was something even ordinary Emperor Lords could not compare with!
With his insight and strength, he naturally could not discern the differences in strength among Emperor Lords. Yet he could still tell that the Imperial-level beast Uncle Ye had crushed to death with a single staff strike earlier was certainly no match for him.
And the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared now would likely be Uncle Ye's formidable enemy. In his heart, Ye Xiwen was a close elder who stood alongside his parents. How could he not be worried?
Yet even if he worried, there was nothing he could do. He had always been deeply interested in Ye Xiwen's affairs, but Ye Xiwen had always kept silent. He had once found it difficult to understand, but now he understood completely. It was not that Ye Xiwen would not speak of them—it was that he simply lacked the qualifications to take part. Even merely hearing of such matters was already an extraordinary thing for him.
The secrets of Emperor Lords were no different from myths to ordinary people.
But he finally understood what an enormous stroke of fortune this was. Not everyone could receive guidance from an Emperor Lord from childhood. He carefully recalled Ye Xiwen's many teachings. Before, he had only remembered them