After living through the hundreds of years of warfare at the end of the Huangming Era—when warlords carved up the land, the Demonic Path ran rampant, martial artists strode unchecked, and countless lineages were destroyed—many of the Divine Skills and Techniques, glittering like stars and passed down from ancient times through antiquity to the middle ages, had been lost or left incomplete. Techniques at the level of Gods and Devils in particular were things one could encounter only by chance, never seek at will.
Take Grandmaster White Bone. What he had learned was no more than Peak Grandmaster level. As for the realm of Celestials, he possessed only a vague notion and description. To truly attain it, he would still have to endure untold hardships and find an even more profound method to carry him onward.
By comparison, Meng Zhao was merely at the Innate realm, yet what he had learned was a hundred times more subtle and profound than his own martial arts. It was only natural that this stirred Grandmaster White Bone's greed. If not for Grandmaster Qiao, he would certainly have captured him and forced the essence of his martial arts from him.
Meng Zhao's astonishing display not only shook everyone in the hall; its most immediate effect was to strike powerfully at Kang Youde's earlier claims.
It had originally seemed quite reasonable to link the martial aura Meng Zhao had revealed with the name Dragon King. But now it absolutely could not stand—not because no one believed it, but because the claim lacked a leg to stand on and required more evidence and information to support it.
And did Kang Youde have any? Most likely not. If he had, he would have produced it long ago.
If Kang Youde's words were not accepted, then his crime