To put it bluntly, the many martial artists, Meng Zhao included—especially those with profound martial arts and exceptional talent—all had to thank Beitang Sheng for this stroke of divine inspiration. He had broken Beitang Gong's arrangements and brought benefit to countless martial artists across the world.
Of course, Beitang Sheng possessed no such lofty sentiment. No matter how it was dressed up, everything he did was for himself, an embodiment of private desire and personal gain. Yet judge deeds, not hearts. Once the deed had been done, his original intentions no longer mattered.
Meng Zhao pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of a possibility. His swordlike brows rose, while the sharp light in his eyes dimmed, as though endless surging waves lay concealed within. He said,
"Then what kind of act was Beitang Sheng's accomplishment, in the eyes of the Divine Continent World?"
Old Daoist Liu sighed. Among the many people he had encountered in his life, even including Beitang Sheng, not one possessed Meng Zhao's keen instincts. This man truly was an anomaly. He could only answer honestly,
"Naturally, it was a great merit toward heaven and earth. He gained the merit of heaven and earth, and Martial Dao Fortune descended upon him. Thus, what that Heavenly Being monk said was not entirely wrong, but neither was it wholly correct.
"The present emperor, Beitang Sheng, was not merely invincible and unmatched beneath heaven within Imperial Capital City. Across the entire Divine Continent, wherever he stood, he was the undisputed number one beneath heaven. No one could contend with him."
Meng Zhao nodded without refuting Old Daoist Liu's words. Instead, he tacitly accepted them, because if everything Old Daoist Liu had said was true, then this was indeed reality.
First, Monk Huikong had said that Beitang Sheng could be