The Eastern Peak Great Emperor, now inhabited by Meng Chuan's True Self consciousness, appeared once more atop Mount Tai, drawing every eye.
"Your Majesty." Zhu Yuanzhang approached the Eastern Peak Great Emperor—or rather, Meng Chuan.
"Emperor Ming."
"Has something happened?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked, looking at Meng Chuan with curiosity.
The Space-Time Distortion had only just begun, so none of them could detect it yet.
"A minor complication."
Zhu Yuanzhang's expression shifted. "Will it affect the Imperial Preceptor?"
Zhu Yuanzhang knew Zhang Sanfeng had reached the most critical juncture. How glorious the Great Ming Divine Dynasty would become, and how far it could go, rested entirely on Zhang Sanfeng.
At least, that was true for now.
"By the time he completes his breakthrough, it should be about ready." Meng Chuan made a quick deduction. The Space-Time Passage still needed time to form.
"That's good." Zhu Yuanzhang let out a breath, then glanced at Meng Chuan again. He trusted this sole Emperor Lord of the Divine Way.
Zhu Yuanzhang still remembered his shock and confusion when, during the planning for the Investiture of the Gods, Zhang Sanfeng had laid out the Mount Tai Mountain God's Divine Seat, Divine Office, and every other benefit.
How was this investing a god with the intention of controlling him? They were practically giving him a Divine Investiture and calling him master!
True, Zhang Sanfeng could suppress everything, and gods were invested by humans. But as time passed, each side would inevitably develop its own interests.
Emperor Ming was an old hand at politics. He could already picture some of the scenes to come.
Conflict between humans and gods was almost unavoidable.
And they were making this god an Emperor Lord? Wouldn't that let the Divine Way grow too powerful? They weren't even putting him on the