The Great Yong Dynasty was failing. The world was full of ambitious persons; when a wall collapsed, everyone pushed at it. That had become only natural.
The southern rebellion was merely a fuse, one that drew out countless ambitious persons. Once those ambitions had been stirred, the price of extinguishing them would be unbearable.
Beitang Sheng fell silent. Indeed, if Meng Zhao were truly forced into rebellion now, the Northern Lands would inevitably descend into turmoil. With Meng Zhao's talent, martial arts, reputation, and the accumulation and arrangements he had built over recent years, the harm he could cause would certainly make him the number one great rebel under heaven.
Even the southern rebellion, which had dragged on for years, posed nowhere near as great a threat as Meng Zhao.
But there was a problem: though what Zhao Rulíng said sounded easy and simple, it was extremely difficult to carry out.
Simply quelling the rebellions across the land quickly was an impossible task. If it had truly been so easy, they would not have dragged on until now.
There were many reasons, but the most crucial was that Beitang Sheng could not leave Imperial Capital City for the time being.
That was the fundamental premise. Otherwise, with Beitang Sheng's Unrivaled Divine Skill, he could employ decapitation tactics and personally lead an imperial campaign, winning every battle.
After all, judged by the martial strength of the current Divine Land, Beitang Sheng would be an overwhelming strike from a higher dimension. No rebel leader could withstand a single blow from him.
Yet, if the rebellions throughout the realm could not be swiftly suppressed, and Meng Zhao was also left unchecked to lie low and develop, the danger he posed would only grow greater. That, too, was something Beitang Sheng could not tolerate.