Of course, given their current identities, status, and martial prowess, trying to fathom someone like Emperor Yu was truly like ants peering at the heavens—overestimating themselves. No matter how many doubts or speculations they had, they were useless and could not be verified.
They only needed to know one thing: to truly accomplish the grand feat of the Three Generations of Supreme Beings exterminating demons, and gain the great merit and immense providence of heaven and earth, one had to cultivate into a supreme god or devil and comprehend the Space-Time Great Dao.
For Meng Zhao and Monk Huikong, attaining the Divine Demon Dao Fruit was one hurdle; becoming supreme was another; and comprehending the Space-Time Great Dao to summon the indestructible Dao shadows of two ancient supreme beings was yet another hurdle.
Hurdle after hurdle—how difficult was it to climb them? Even Meng Zhao, who considered his talent peerless, his providence astonishing, with no shortage of golden fingers and Trump Cards and quite a few fortuitous opportunities, did not dare claim that he could certainly achieve such an accomplishment.
Because you could never know whether tomorrow or disaster would arrive first.
And without cultivating martial arts that comprehended the path of space-time, speaking of Lishou Mountain's fortune, or of heaven and earth's great merit and immense providence, was like fishing for the moon in water—nothing but fantasy.
Meng Zhao said all this to tell Monk Huikong that it was not because he had deliberately concealed anything, nor because he intentionally wanted to fight him over ownership of Lishou Mountain's opportunity. It was simply that this thing truly depended on strength.
Even if I yielded this opportunity to you now, would you have the ability to seize it?
Without that ability, would you not still have to wait?
So stop