Before this, Meng Zhao had still been able to barely understand. Emperor Beitang Sheng, as the supreme ruler of the realm, ascending to the pinnacle through the nine-nines, with the resources of the Divine Land nourishing him alone and fate bound to him—within Imperial Capital City, he was invincible in all directions, the number one under heaven. There should have been nothing strange about that.
As for the successor of the Heavenly Demon Palace—the present-day Heavenly Demon—with that faction's long history, deep foundations, and the formidable strength of its successive inheritors, it was hardly surprising that he surpassed Hui Kong.
And those old monsters hidden away like sweepers of the floors were not truly some secret legend either.
The Ageless Immortal of White Head Mountain, one of the Ten Absolute Masters of the World, was one such man of considerable age. He was simply widely known because his attainments had manifested and his battle record was outstanding.
What Meng Zhao could not understand was this: aside from changes in heaven and earth, what did the obstruction of these people's Martial Dao Cultivation have to do with the Beitang Imperial Clan of Great Yong?
After all, according to the information he had obtained, the Beitang Imperial Clan seemed to be the victim. Beginning with the Great Ancestor, they had been forced to share imperial power and govern the realm alongside the aristocratic families. Even the causes of death of the first two generations of emperors were shrouded in mystery and tied to the Nine Surnames and Thirteen Families.
Yet from Hui Kong's words, the Beitang Imperial Clan seemed to have some hidden trick of its own, one that had cut short the Martial Dao paths of certain supreme prodigies. This was truly something Meng Zhao had never anticipated.
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