If this story was true, then the reason White Python and Wang Mang were so extraordinary lay in their identity as sons of the White Emperor. The White Emperor must have been an ancient great god. Though he had vanished without a trace, he had certainly not perished. He had likely left this world to pursue greater divine powers in another realm.
A son of the White Emperor was equivalent to a son of a god—and the son of an Innate Divine Demon at that. What overwhelming power and nobility that was!
Compared to such divine beings, the imperial clan of today could only be reduced to servants and maidservants.
Leaving that aside, Wang Mang's ambition and methods in cutting off the destiny of the Great Han Dynasty alone were enough to make him a fierce figure whose name would be passed down for ages.
The destiny of the Great Han Dynasty and Martial Dao Destiny—if one truly compared them, Martial Dao Destiny should have been denser and weightier.
After all, it was a system that ran through this entire world. It was the mainstream of power and represented the favor of Heaven's will.
How could the mere few thousand years of the Great Han Dynasty compare with Martial Dao Destiny, which endured as long as the world itself?
By that reasoning, anyone capable of cutting off Martial Dao Destiny, even if inferior to Wang Mang, could not have been inferior by much.
The two young people from the Pudu Cult were also staring eagerly at Red Lotus Monk. It seemed they too were hearing of this secret for the first time, their eyes filled with yearning and the desire to uncover the truth. They had never heard of such a secret before; being fortunate enough to hear it today