Deep within Meng Zhao's brow, a great purple star trembled violently, as though it had been provoked. Terrifying purple tides surged and ebbed, echoing the lord of myriad stars in the distant heavens.
It nearly erupted with Ziwei Star Power, seeking to suppress the Greedy Wolf Aspect manifested in the sky.
It was like an emperor encountering a rebellious subject and striving to crush him with all his strength.
Yet the Great Yong Dynasty still possessed incomparably deep foundations and power. Greedy Wolf could emerge into the world, and the lords of other stars could as well—only Ziwei could not.
Their interests clashed; it was a relationship where one must die for the other to live.
If he truly allowed the Ziwei Star Power to pour forth and failed to conceal his Star Destiny, then with the Great Yong Dynasty's power, they would be able to follow the trail and find him, bringing calamity upon him.
Even though Meng Zhao's martial arts were now unrivaled, and he could step into the Grandmaster realm at any moment, even with the Emperor Yu Battle Armor in hand, he still did not dare claim he could survive under the Great Yong Dynasty's full suppression.
After all, this was a unified imperial dynasty that had stabilized the realm for more than one hundred and thirty years, founded by a peerless divine prodigy. Though it had its flaws, it was still not something Meng Zhao alone could shake.
Thus, a thought rose in Meng Zhao's mind. Within his Dragon Body, drops of frost-and-marrow-like essence blood transformed into countless great dragons roaming through his flesh. With his unmatched cultivation and the Heaven-Illuminating Divine Mirror, he forcibly locked the abnormal Ziwei phenomenon within the apertures of his body.
Though stormy waves raged and mountains collapsed within him,