Struggle for Authority. At Wei Yang's words, his expression changed drastically.
"How is it that you believe everything I say, boy?"
Pu Wenyu smacked his lips, then shook his head.
"Still, the sky over Heaven-Stabilizing Continent really is about to fall. Or rather, the Three Thousand Realms under His Lordship the Heavenly Monarch's control are likely about to face a massive catastrophe.
"That is precisely why those old things who had been wandering about outside have begun returning to Heaven-Stabilizing Continent, one after another."
Wei Yang still could not understand what Pu Wenyu was talking about.
But he could roughly guess what sort of people those "old things" in Mister Pu's words referred to.
The Heavenly Monarch was Heavenly Monarch Qingluo.
He was the supreme ruler of the Three Thousand Realms.
Wei Yang had encountered the four words "Heavenly Monarch Qingluo" in quite a few storybooks, but whenever those words appeared, they were usually no more than background.
The sole exception was the "discourse on the Dao" between the Heaven-Stabilizing Sage and Saint Qingluo, back when the latter had yet to become the Heavenly Monarch.
That discourse had ended with the Heaven-Stabilizing Sage's "Dao heart shattered," forever barred from the third realm above immortality.
As for the "old things" Mister Pu spoke of, they most likely referred to the sages of Heaven-Stabilizing Continent who were traveling abroad.
"His Lordship the Heavenly Monarch's great momentum is spent. It would not be impossible for him to suddenly fall at any time."
Pu Wenyu continued, "When that happens, the heavens will truly change."
The Heavenly Monarch... would fall?
The successive shocks nearly left Wei Yang's mind blank.
What Mister Pu spoke of was simply too distant for a young man barely past twenty, who had only with great difficulty broken through to the