The Cards on the Table
Heaven's Will Tower, the prophet's predictions...
These concepts were completely foreign to Zhu Min; he had never even heard of them. But the records of Heaven's Will Tower described an existence that was practically mythical. From the scant information available, Heaven's Will Tower had been astonishingly powerful in its time.
Even the three academies combined couldn't compare to Heaven's Will Tower in the previous era. Its rule over the Underground World could be summed up in four words: utterly uncontested.
At least the three academies checked and constrained one another, forming a tripartite balance of power. And although the ten Golden Clans varied in strength, the distribution of benefits among them was relatively even overall. The powerful Titan Race and Treasure Tree Clan took a larger share, but the rest was divided fairly evenly among the others.
Heaven's Will Tower, however, was completely different. It stood alone at the top, gathering nearly all the exceptional talents under its banner, collectively known as the Heaven's Will Sages. It was like a mighty dynasty, exercising firm control over every domain of the Underground World.
But no matter how powerful a reign might be, with time it would eventually grow old, decay, and decline. The force of time would ultimately unravel everything.
Even Heaven's Will Tower couldn't resist the passage of time. In the endless river of years, it had risen high, commanded the heroes, and reached its zenith—only to crumble into ruin...
Though the concepts were entirely unfamiliar, and he had only a fragment of the available records, Zhu Min could still sense just how powerful Heaven's Will Tower had been in ancient times.
The ten-thousand-year prophet, in particular, had been able to glimpse Heaven's Will and predict the future. It was simply miraculous, an existence straight