"Power"—how many people had it killed throughout the ages?
Even ordinary struggles for power brought about countless cases of wives, children, and friends being murdered; of people forgetting gratitude and betraying righteousness; of brothers turning against each other; of people ending up utterly alone.
For a single throne, how many soldiers and dignitaries had died unnatural deaths?
With every change of dynasty, had there ever been one that did not leave heads bloodied, parents burying their children, and corpses strewn across the land?
And what Spirit Sacrifice and Night Rain had brought back this time was far more than a mere "throne."
The authority of this Black Coffin was practically the position of "Heavenly Emperor" in the Heavenly Court—countless times more exalted than an ordinary human throne.
Faced with such overwhelming power, how many people could remain seated?
At the very least, at this moment, Wu Heng felt that he could barely stay calm himself.
He had no great ambitions, but he absolutely did not want someone above him who could, with a single thought, expel him from Deep Blue Star and leave him forever trapped in the Land of Absurdity.
How would that be any different from being at another's mercy?
"No wonder. No wonder. No wonder it couldn't be said!" Wu Heng sighed.
If this matter were revealed, what awaited the pair upon their return might not be a warm welcome, but assassination.
It might even plunge the world into chaos!
This was practically releasing a "Heavenly Emperor's throne" from the Land of Absurdity and letting the association heads of Deep Blue Star fight over it!
Who could resist such temptation? Who would willingly watch someone else obtain such authority? Anyone capable of becoming an association head was a confident person.
Leaving aside anything else, among humans, some