After the Huangming Era collapsed into chaos, there had been several centuries of unrest—wars erupted without cease, the realm fractured apart, and only when Beitang Gong unified the land through gentler means did that divided, war-torn state finally come to an end.
And if Zhu Shisan truly was a Prince of the Huangming Era's last emperor, then he had to be at least several centuries old. For a powerhouse, such a lifespan was hardly anything remarkable.
Yet in the eyes of Meng Zhao, the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord, the Holy Infant Child, and Monk Huikong, this Demon Master's Successor possessed a vigorous life aura. Judging purely by his age, he should not have been more than a hundred years old—perhaps not even fifty.
That simply did not add up!
Or perhaps it was merely a coincidence of names, with nothing to do with the Prince's ranking?
Meng Zhao suppressed this doubt and cupped his fists toward Zhu Shisan. The two could not be said to have smiled and let bygones be bygones, but for the time being, neither were they enemies locked in a blood-deep feud.
"Alright. Since the misunderstanding has been cleared up, let me speak of some serious matters for everyone's consideration."
Though the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord was disappointed that the two had not fought fiercely enough for him to glimpse the secrets of their foundations, he quickly gathered himself and focused all his attention on the Ancient Alien Space Battlefield.
"We await the Palace Lord's detailed explanation!"
The others all cupped their fists, sharpening their focus as well. This journey was fraught with extreme danger; they were certainly not going out for a leisurely excursion.
Otherwise, given the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord's martial prowess and appetite, he would never have passed up such a splendid opportunity