In his understanding, the strongest person in the Divine Land at present should have been the reigning emperor, Beitang Sheng.
Zhao Rulíng aside, he was not even a match for the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord. Though the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord was formidable, in his eyes, he still fell short of Beitang Sheng.
Yet if Beitang Sheng were compared with that Supreme Great Emperor his Primordial Spirit had just touched upon, the one performing the Fengshan rite atop Mount Tai, the difference was as vast as heaven and abyss.
Yu Changkong even felt that the ancient Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, figures such as Emperor Yu who had founded the era of the Middle Ancient Dynasty, were no more than this.
And that man—even though he had become far more mature, and his temperament had changed immensely—Yu Changkong would never mistake him. He was Meng Zhao!
With a swish, Yu Changkong fixed his gaze once more on Meng Zhao, far away atop the mountain peak, his eyes full of disbelief. This man would actually become so powerful in the future?
Moreover, he had performed the Fengshan rite on Mount Tai and proclaimed it to the Heavenly Dao. He must already have ascended to become a Supreme Great Emperor, nine times nine, limitless and ultimate, the ruler of the Divine Continent.
Did that mean the Beitang Imperial Clan was finished, and the Great Yong Dynasty had collapsed?
What then of the future Great Emperor? What of the future Yu Huashen?
Yu Changkong sank into deep thought. He did not doubt that what he had just glimpsed was false. On the contrary, he believed it was enlightenment bestowed upon him by Heaven, and a reward granted through the success of his Primordial Spirit Power after his utmost sublimation.
But was that truly