Not to mention the others—even Meng Zhao himself felt astonished at the thought of such an ability. Amid his unease, there was also a trace of delight.
This method of flawlessly becoming another person, used to replace Beitang Xing and plot against Bei Tangsu, could only be considered its shallowest and most worthless application.
In his view, there were clearly far better ways to make use of this ability.
For instance, he could scour the Northern Lands and the world for formidable figures, select the elite, kill them, seize their memories, assume their identities, and occupy the magpie's nest—taking their wealth, family background, power, even their wives and daughters for his own, thus building an incomparably vast force.
This ability was more evil and terrifying by ten or even a hundred times than the martial arts of the Demonic Path.
They destroyed only a person's body, but Meng Zhao's ability could plunder everything a person possessed, erase their existence, and replace it all with himself.
Or he could search the world for Martial Arts Manuals. With the power of the Heaven-Illuminating Divine Mirror, he would surely become the greatest person under heaven and above earth, throughout all ages.
Over these past few days, whenever the night grew still and quiet, Meng Zhao often gazed at the moon and pondered at length: could he truly control such an ability?
To put it bluntly, only after gaining this method did he truly possess the confidence to fear no one under heaven, including the Beitang Imperial Clan.
Even if he became the target of a thousand accusing fingers, even if the Beitang Imperial Clan—or even the righteous and demonic paths of the entire world—joined forces against him, at worst he could abandon the identity of Meng Zhao and become someone else, someone utterly