As the youth's aura continued to rise, Meng Zhao's expression gradually turned grave. With the Heavenly Evil Battle Casket on his back, he neither drew the evil weapon Evil Calamity nor donned the Emperor Yu Battle Armor. Instead, he calmly observed with the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique.
In Meng Zhao's eyes, the youth's aura of a contemporary martial artist gradually diminished, replaced by a vast, upright presence that was primitive and ancient, like the Ancient Times when humanity hacked through thorns and brambles to stand atop the Hundred Clans.
People of every era bore the imprint of their age. Just as those from the seventies differed clearly from those born after 2000 in thought, understanding, habits, and even temperament.
By the same token, the Masked Youth's bearing had changed in an instant—changed with startling clarity.
More than that, the Heaven and Earth Vital Energy behind him rippled and shifted, actually forming an incomparably towering figure. It wore an emperor's crown, its eyes deep as abyssal seas, and radiated solemnity, holiness, majesty, benevolence, nobility, wisdom, and fairness.
Though one could not make out its face, a single glance inspired the feeling of gazing up at a lofty mountain, leaving one utterly convinced and full of reverence.
It was a charm before which even immortals, gods, demons, and devils would bow.
"Is that the Heavenly Emperor Phantom? Could this truly be Emperor Ku's Legacy Treasure?"
Meng Zhao's heart jolted. He had only assumed that this treasure might be an artifact forged in the Ancient Times, merely borrowing the name of a Heavenly Emperor's treasure.
Yet the aura of this phantom was so terrifying and dreadful. At a glance, it was nearly comparable to the image of Liu Xiu Meng Zhao had once seen through the Heaven-Illuminating Divine Mirror—perhaps even slightly greater.
Coupled