Of course, Meng Zhao had no particular thoughts about any of this. On the contrary, he had to be grateful for Beitang Sheng's series of wild maneuvers. Otherwise, how could he have become who he was today? How could martial artists across the world have what they had today?
To put it bluntly, no matter how bad Beitang Sheng was, his shattering of heaven and earth's shackles, releasing martial dao's potential, and bringing an end to the martial dao's final age were an immense blessing and boon to the entire Divine Continent and martial artists everywhere.
As for the negative effects, they were beneficial rather than harmful to Meng Zhao. The environment would always outweigh individual strength; divine powers could not overcome the mandate of heaven. This was an immutable truth.
Put simply, Beitang Sheng was like a rich second-generation heir. So long as he did not gamble or start a business, there was no way he could squander the family fortune.
Yet Beitang Sheng's heart was loftier than the heavens, and his ambitions soared. Not only did he want to gamble, but he wanted to stake everything on it. Not only did he want to start a business, but his goals were grand beyond measure.
In that case, all one could say was: heaven's sins may yet be survived; one's own sins cannot be escaped.
What else interested Meng Zhao was the martial strength of the reigning Emperor. He knew that this supreme Human Emperor was invincible above and below heaven within Imperial Capital City. The vast power of national fortune and Human Dragon Qi he wielded were truly unmatched.
Yet apart from the widely known Ziwei World-Shining Art, Meng Zhao knew nothing of his exact cultivation, specific divine powers and martial arts, or his true limits.
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