Beitang Sheng seemed to have ambitions higher than the heavens; instead, he had helped fuel the formation of this mighty tide, as though he could gather the rivers and mountains and set the cosmos right again.
But in Meng Zhao's eyes, no matter how formidable this man's martial arts were, his methods and vision were likely somewhat lacking. Let alone the fact that he had yet to attain the Gods and Devils realm—even Gods and Devils, even supreme powerhouses, would still meet a bleak end when faced with such a mighty tide.
Take Western Chu's Hegemon King Xiang Yu back then. His combat power had defied heaven, and he had been invincible in his age, yet he had still found it difficult to go against the vast tide of the times. He lost to Red Dragon Physique Liu Bang not because his martial arts were inferior, but because the tide of destiny was. What could be done about that?
Meng Zhao would not claim to have the great trends of the world completely grasped in his palm, but regarding the overthrow of the Great Yong Dynasty, after this southern Grandmaster's detailed account, he could be said to have gained some understanding.
Just think about it. The aristocratic families, powerful clans, and sects that made up the Noble Aristocracy System all harbored their own schemes. Local forces carved up their territories, their tails too large to wag; even the military held divided loyalties, entertaining thoughts of raising bandits to strengthen themselves. They relied on Great Yong to supply them with blood, yet paid nothing in return. They muddled along, pulling against one another.
With a situation like this, even if you, Beitang Sheng, possessed heaven-piercing wisdom and heaven-piercing martial prowess, it would still be difficult to reverse the great tide.
Meng