It was no wonder True Monarch Fire Dragon was so cautious. In a situation like this, great numbers of factions would be wiped out, while great numbers would rise with the tide. It was a true reshuffling of the deck.
Many years ago, Fire Dragon Cave had merely been a sect with a little foundation. The reason it had ranked among the Thirteen Families was not unrelated to its decision to stake everything on Beitang Gong. That was how it had enjoyed so many years of glory.
Back then, how many sects and factions had possessed influence and foundations far surpassing Fire Dragon Cave? Yet because they made the wrong choice and took one wrong step, they were ultimately swallowed by the river of history. Those were all bloody examples.
Now, perhaps the time had come for another choice.
The Great Yong Dynasty was in chaos. The Beitang Imperial Clan might not be able to keep its grip on the realm. In the future, who would rule the Divine Land, and who would rise or sink beneath heaven?
True Monarch Fire Dragon could not help but turn his gaze to Meng Zhao, who stood brimming with vigor, like a god descended to earth.
Whenever great chaos and a great age arrived, children of fortune and Persons of Destiny would surely descend into the world. In the end, they would accomplish great undertakings and forge a new order.
Meng Zhao was undoubtedly the most outstanding heavenly prodigy of the past several decades—perhaps even the past century. His strength and martial arts had reached the very summit. Even a sect master and elder like him had been ruthlessly left behind.
To call him an ordinary, mediocre man would be sheer nonsense. More likely than not, Meng Zhao carried some great fortune and