Unfortunately, Meng Zhao knew that Chaos Bodies were extraordinarily rare. Throughout the Divine Continent's vast and magnificent history, aside from the innate ancient gods, only Martial Emperor Liu Che and Emperor Taizong Li Shimin had been clearly recorded as possessing them.
The woman before him represented a hope—a hope of giving birth to a Chaos Body.
Widow Xie nodded. Her once shrewd and capable aura seemed to soften, carrying an indescribable weariness.
"Correct. My late husband possessed the Solar Body, while I possessed the Lunar Body. We should have been a match made by Heaven. Our future child might even have had the chance to achieve the Supreme Chaos Body. Unfortunately, my husband has already passed away, and I have lost my Lunar bloodline as well. Now, I am merely an ordinary person."
"It all began with Nangong Yao, one of the Ten Absolutes of the Divine Continent."
Meng Zhao's expression shifted. Nangong Yao? It was actually him?
Among the Ten Absolute Masters of the World, this man was not particularly outstanding. He came from the ranks of Jianghu wanderers and had risen to fame relatively recently. By calculation, he was only around fifty now. For a grandmaster, he was truly not old.
Moreover, his origins were quite interesting. Of the Nangong compound surname, the most famous figure was none other than Nangong Batian, a martial arts legend from the dark era of division and separatism before the Imperial Sui.
From the very beginning of his career, this man had always claimed to be Nangong Batian's descendant. He declared that his line had passed down through single heirs generation after generation until the present day, and that he would strive to restore his ancestor's glory. He was somewhat like Imperial Uncle Liu of the Three Kingdoms, bringing up his Han