Did Meng Zhao already know about this?
Of course not. He merely understood one principle very well: what those at the top did, and what they were about to do, was forever beyond the imagination of those at the bottom.
Therefore, let alone causing so-called natural and man-made disasters, there were plenty of people capable of burying an entire imperial dynasty.
The workings of the human mind were truly wondrous. What you could not imagine often really could happen.
The possibility that Beitang Sheng had done something so seemingly irrational was slim, but it was not nonexistent.
Yet Old Daoist Liu was somewhat dissatisfied. He felt that his revelation was not eye-catching enough and had failed to stun Meng Zhao. He said, "Dragon King Meng, do you know why the Great Emperor committed such a ruinous, baffling act?"
Anyone who learned this news would likely have the same question. The realm of Great Yong nominally belonged to Beitang Sheng alone. Across the billions of miles of the vast Divine Continent, and the endless territories of the boundless four seas, he was the supreme ruler.
Moreover, he had only recently ascended the throne at the time, yet disasters had begun to strike heaven and earth in unbroken succession. It was inevitable that people would suspect that one in high position lacked Heaven's favor. If capable figures had stirred up trouble, it would not have been unusual for Beitang Sheng to find his throne unstable.
This was an act of destroying his own foundations. Had Meng Zhao not known that Old Daoist Liu was no ordinary man and that his words held substance, he would not have believed him so readily.
"Oh? Then I shall listen with rapt attention. The secrets involved must be no small matter, right?"
"I do not mind